Chapter 11
Your name is John Egbert, and you want to be with Dave forever.
Of course, that's a hard thing to say to him. You can't just come out and say, "When we get old enough, let's just get married and be together forever." But, of course, that's what I really want to do. It may be a bit of a bold move, even with all of the things that has just happened in the last TWO days.
Man, it's been a good couple of days. I realize now that Dave truly is my knight. And not just Knight of Time, but the thing I was thinking about that night at Starbucks, my knight. Sure that sounds stupid, but love makes people stupid, okay?
It's last period, and Dave is actually doing some work. Well, he's copying some of my notes for classes, but hey, I didn't know Dave actually cared about school. Actually, I don't think he does, I think it's all for me, as self-centered as that sounded. He convinced Bro to move all the way here just for me, and that's the best thing anyone could have ever done. Because now the best person in my life will be with me forever! Or, until something happens... But I don't like to think about that.
"John, what's this drawing?" He looked up from my math notes and snickered. I gave him a puzzlingly confused look, and he just pointed to
the corner of the paper.
"Oh, that's all of our signs! I forget them sometimes, so I guess one day I got bored..." He looked back at the paper and smiled. He started to trace his fingers along each one, naming who's they were.
"Nepeta, Eridan, Feferi, Terezi, Vriska, Kanaya, Aradia, Karkat, Equius, Sollux, Tavros..." He started laughing, and slumped back in his seat. "What?" I laughed back. He sat back up and pointed at one of the drawings. "Is that a bottle of Faygo?!" We both laughed this time, and I tried to regain my composure to tell him why, but it took a bit longer than expected.
"Okay, okay... I forgot Gamzee's sign that day. And the first thing I could think of for him was-"
"A bottle of Faygo."
"Haha, yes." Dave started to clap. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, that's just the best thing i've ever seen." We both smiled, and he put the notebook away. We only had about five minutes left of school, so nothing else was really needed to do.
"Okay, after this, want to grab something to eat? The only place I know that's around here is that one Olive Garden and a Burger King." He put everything back into my bag, and sat back with his arms crossed behind his head.
"I say Burger King. I don't think we're allowed back at that Olive Garden." We both laughed. I blushed a little, thinking about why. "Agreed. Okay, then I say we should probably talk to your dad, right?" He all of a sudden had a serious look on his face, and he looked at me with such a stoic face. I looked at him, then back at the table. "Yeah, I suppose so." He got up and helped me up. The bell rang, and everyone got up and hurried out, almost cheering. Dave smirked and put his arm around my shoulders, and we headed out.
"Okay! Off to Burger King!" He nodded. We drove there, and we both ordered. Two chicken sandwiches with a Pepsi for me, and a spicy Whopper and a Coke for Dave.
There had to be some irony, of course.
We ate, and flirtatiously joked around for a bit, gaining odd looks from the people around us, even the kids. But we didn't mind much. We threw away everything, and headed out to the car. I already felt a queasy feeling in my stomach forming, and it must have shown. "John, are you okay? You look like you're gonna puke! Well, those sandwiches do get to you sometimes..."
"No no, I'm just nervous I think." He sighed and put his arms around me. "It's gonna be alright, okay? I'll take care of it. And the principal was supposed to call him, right?"
"Oh, yeah! I wonder if she did though..."
"It'll be fine even if she didn't. Your father should have heard of me before, correct?" I nodded. "Yeah, a lot actually. But never like the way I talk to you about with Rose or anyone... He's a bit of a homophobe."
He sighed and gasped. "A bit?"
"Okay, a lot."
"Hmph... It's okay! We can do this, it's not like he'll hate you for it or anything!"
"Yeah... I hope."
Dave at me, and smiled. "I said it will be alright, okay?" He grabbed my hand. He had to have been nervous too, but I couldn't see it behind his mirror glasses. I smiled back. "I'm sorry, okay." He nodded, and we drove off.
"Oh, er, where do you live?" He glanced at me. I showed him the way, and he laughed every time I gave a direction. "What?" I finally said.
He shrugged and giggled a bit. "Nothing, you're just cute when you're trying to boss me around." He looked at me. I blushed, and giggled a bit too. This carried on for about five more minutes until we were finally there, sitting outside my house. It was an average white house on a busy neighborhood. We had to move because, well, my last house sort of got ransacked when we started Sburb, no thanks to Rose...
Anyways, there are trees everywhere, that are kept up with by my dad. Where the hell did he get all this free time, anyway?
His car was in the driveway, and I gulped. "John, ready?" He had one hand on the car door handle and another on my shoulder. I nodded. "Yeah." We both got out of the car. I held his hand going up the stairs and to the door, where we both stopped. I opened the screen door, and knocked.
"Roxy? Is that you?" I heard a voice from inside the house. It must've been my dad. Dave and I both simultaneously looked at each other and pretended to gag. Dave whispered, "Are they dating?" I shrugged, and we both shuddered a bit at the thought.
"Er, no!" I yelled back. There was silence, then I heard heavy footsteps near the door. A tall man, wearing a white shirt and tie, a hat, and a pipe sticking out of his mouth answered the door.
"Hi... Dad..." I had let go of Dave's hand once I heard the door open, just in case. Dad looked sad, outraged, and surprised all in one. It was a bit terrifying, to say the least.
"John..." He stepped to the side, letting us both in. I sat on the couch, and Dave followed, looking at everything in the room. Dad was pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to say. "Dad, before you say anything, i'd like to say i'm sor-"
"JOHN WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" I'd never heard him cuss before, but I guess he has a right to "I... Was... At a hotel." I responded, now shaking.
"A hotel? Why on earth were you at a hotel? And who is this?!" He pointed to Dave.
"Er, this is Da-" Dave put his hand out to my dad before I could finish. "My name is Dave Strider. Pleased to meet you." Dad shook his hand. Then looked at him. "So you're the infamous Dave Strider my son is always talking about?" Dave silently laughed a bit. "I suppose so."
"Now, John? Why the hell were you at a hotel?"
I repositioned my hands a bit, trying to make it seem like I wasn't about to erupt from all the shaking. "Well, two nights ago, something happened at school, and I got hurt."
"Did you fight back?" I looked at my now irritated father.
"No..."
"Well damn, John, how do you expect not to get beat up?"
I looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry." Dave looked at me, then back at my father.
"No no no, hold up. What the hell kind of dad says that?!" Dave swiftly got up and pointed at my dad.
"Dave... Please..." I urged him to sit back down, but he just nudged me off.
"No, John, he can't fucking talk to you like that! Does he always do that?!" I nodded and looked back down, not wanting to lock eyes with the now evil looking man in front of me.
"Young man, I can talk to him however I please, you have no say."
Oh man, this is going to end badly.
Dave looked back at me, and held out his hand. Now is the time he really wants to tell him? Really? I figured I couldn't humiliate him further, so I took his hand. My dad looked with surprise, and even more enragement.
"What's this supposed to mean, John?"
"Um... Dave helped me that day I got beat up, and things happened, and now w-we're kind of.. Dating..."
"JOHN! How could you go against me like this? It's a sin!"
"The only thing that's a sin here is you not taking care of John. If i wasn't there to help him, he could still be at that Starbucks with a black eye and bloody nose." Dave retaliated, and tightened his grip on my hand.
"I don't care who the hell you are, you have no room to tell me how to raise my son, and you definitely have no room to be dating him. He is strictly heterosexual, and that's the way this family works."
Dave growled, and I whimpered a bit at how angry they both were. He then smirked. Oh no, that's never a good sign. "Oh really? Strictly heterosexual, huh?" My dad nodded. "Let's just see about that."
Dave quickly leaned in and kissed me, making me gasp at the sudden surprise. What the hell is he thinking?! But, I couldn't stop it, and I accidentally closed my eyes and blushed.
Now I did it.
My dad separated us quickly, and I felt a hard slap on my cheek. It made me fall to the ground, and it burnt a bit.
"John!" Dave went towards me when my dad stopped him again. "Don't touch my son, punk."
"Don't fucking hit my boyfriend, ass." He used his other hand to punch him in the stomach. He then ran over to me, grabbed my hand, and helped me up.
Sure he just hit my dad, but he looked like the coolest thing ever. That's probably a bad thought in this situation, eh?
He took ahold of my hand and went back over to my dad, who was now sitting on the floor watching in horror as Dave held my hand.
"Sorry about that, it's just that no one can touch John except for me. And that's a daily occurrence, if you needed more proof of his sexuality." He winked at him, and he picked me up, now carrying me like a baby. He walked out and slammed the door. We got to the car, and he swiftly drove off to some abandoned restaurant before I could even fathom to think of what to say next.
"Sorry about... Everything." He took of his glasses and looked me straight in the eye. "No... Don't be sorry... It was a bad idea to go there in the first place. I knew he would do that."
He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, if I would've known he was that kind of parent, I would've came there a lot earlier."
I smiled. No one had ever protected me like that... from anything. "Thank you."I looked at him. He half smiled. "Is your cheek okay?"
I touched it, it still stung, but it didn't hurt as much as it did. "Yeah, just hurts a little. Thank you for helping me."
"Man, if only I hadn't have taunted him by kissing you. Ugh, that was stupid." He facepalmed.
"No no no! It was just what he needed! And... I liked it." He smiled and laughed. "Really? Then maybe we should start making out in public or something."
"No! That's embarrassing..."
"Even more embarrassing than the Olive Garden incident?"
"Er, I suppose not..."
"Then consider it a tradition." He smirked.
"So what do we do now?" I asked him. I actually had no clue of what would happen now. I obviously can't go back to my home, and Dave can't keep affording that hotel..."
"Well, we'll stay in the hotel for now. Once Bro get's here, we'll figure out something. You could just move in..." He nudged.
"Move in? Really?" I gleamed up.
"Well yeah. Sure it's only been like three days, but stuff has sure happened that would consider us dating for like months."
I smiled. "Of course i'll move in with you and Bro!" I bounced off of my seat and hugged him.
"Okay, we just have to make sure we don't do anything while he's home, cause he always embarrasses me whenever i'm doing anything... Like that." He blushed a bit and put one hand behind his head.
"Hehe, okay! What usually happens?" Of course, i'm naturally curious.
"Well, don't tell anyone this, but one time he accidentally saw my internet history, which involved so much porn you don't even know, so the next day, he filled my room with his smuppets, sex toys, and sex dolls. I got scared."
I started to laugh really loudly, crying at this point. "Oh my gosh that's the best thing i've ever heard!"
"Hey! It wasn't pleasant! I was like 12!"
"What'd you do with all of them?"
"I threw them out! Well, mostly all of them. I kept some collars and condoms he filled my room with."
"Hehe, maybe we'll use them one day."
"Well well well, John Egbert, kinky, are we?"
I punched his arm. "Shut up! Let's just go back to the hotel, okay? Today has been a really long day, and I feel like there might be cops looking for you by now."
"Heh, I hope it will be Mituna. I could get out of that one pretty easily."
We both laughed, and he drove back to the hotel. We got to our room, and I crashed onto the bed. Dave did the same next to me, and got on top of me eventually. He kissed me, and it eventually turned into making out.
"Dave..." He let off. "What?" He smirked at me a bit. "I'm serious, thank you for today. Sure my dad made things hell, but you helped me again."
"John, i'm serious. No one can touch you except for me." He put both of his hand on the sides of my face and kissed me again. "Ah, but that part may have not been needed for my dad's ears." I smiled.
"Oh yes it was. I think everyone needs to know that I get you all to myself every night." He winked and kissed me once more.
God dammit, Strider.
He eventually stopped, and we put in a movie. Falling asleep next to him was once again the best thing in the world, but this time, it felt more intimate.
I woke up a few times in the night, though. I would look up at Dave, who just kept moaning.
"Oh my god, is he having a wet dream?" I whispered to myself.
As if in response, he moaned again, this time calling my name. I smiled. I reached over, and put my arms around him. I kissed him to stop him from moaning, but I think I accidentally fell asleep right in front of his face.
"Nah, I just wanted another kiss." I heard him whisper back right before I closed my eyes. I smiled.
Your name is John Egbert, and Dave is such a prick.
But he's your prick.
Again, hi. :3
I'm sorry the whole dad thing didn't have much... Influence. I didn't want John to cry or anything, because that would make my inner Dave sad. Ah, and i'm a bit sorry to say that this story might be ending in just a few more chapters. Mostly because i've pulled out all the "twists" (if you would refer them to be that) in here already. ;-;
And to be honest, I don't even know what to do with John's dad. *hesitant laugh*
(Pst, and don't worry. Collars and condoms shall be used as promised)