Pushing in this random Dave POV. And also thinking of starting to write the sequel already for those old readers who've already read the story. Got some ideas for that too.
"He seemed really down yesterday, like he wasn't really there. But he still beat me and Karkat many times! Maybe he used his anger to play better or something along the lines." John was going on and on about yesterday and how Gamzee 'hadn't seemed to be there'.
"So watcha think got the clown so down?" I ask expressionless.
"Dave! You should at least pretend to care, for me!" John exclaimed and I shrug.
"I don't give a flying fuck about that shithead. Probably planning on how to ruin Tav's fun right about now, thinking of breaking us apart", I answer rolling my eyes behind my shades.
"But he's our friend! Wait, what?" John stops abruptly, mouth slightly open. "You and Tavros are together?"
"Yeah, so?" I ask not really seeing the point. Maybe I missed something.
"So!? Since when? You didn't tell me!" he shouts clearly upset and I sigh. So that's what I forgot.
"Sorry man, meant to tell you at some point. I guess I couldn't because you were rambling on and on about our clown friends little problems in life!" I shoot back and John glares at me.
"At least I care for my friends."
"He's not my friend", I answer coldly. Okay, so maybe I was being too rough with John. He didn't deserve this. But the thought that Gamzee would probably squish me to death any chance he got just for me making a move when he didn't.. It wasn't a pleasant one. "He's a bit off. I think he takes some sort of pills."
"Oh, I didn't know that. How do you know?" John asks and I sigh once more.
"I've visited their house. The clown has his stuff pretty much everywhere", I say not really wanting to speak about this particular subject.
"Oh wait, you said something about him ruining your relationship. Why would he do that?" John asks shooting away at some zombies. He really seems to like Left 4 Dead, even though I think it's a shitty game.
"He's had his eye on Tav for God knows how long", I answer bluntly and John turn his head towards me. How he manages to still stay alive is something I don't understand, but he does so and after staring at me for a second continues with his game.
"Well... That's a bummer", he says slowly, searching for words.
"A bummer for him, but I don't know if Tav knows. Anyways, he's with me now, end of story."
"This is just one gay village. Is everyone into guys here?" he asks and I grin.
"Maybe", is my only answer. I wouldn't say it to John, but most of my friends were.
We play L4D for a while before shutting down the console and I insist on playing some Amnesia. Even though John played L4D, he still screamed like a little girl at the jump scares in my dark room, gripping my hand painfully tight.
"Ow, John, that hurts", I say pulling away without any result. "Really, let my hand go. Dude, it's just a game."
"Oh, sorry Dave", he says blushing and quickly straightens up, looking at the game.
After only like five minutes it happens again and I get tired of it.
"Let's do something else. You're too much of a pussy to play anything with a little more than zombies and guns", I mock him and he sticks his tongue out at me. For a second he reminds me of Tavros in the park yesterday, but I quickly push that thought out of my mind. "Want something to eat?"
"That sounds great!" John says and I order two pizzas, too lazy to make anything myself. We then proceed to have a puppet fight with my bro's smuppets, which ends with the two of us panting and laughing in a big pile of those god-awful things.
The doorbell rings and I go open it, paying for the pizzas and returning to the pile. We eat most of them in the pile and put the rest away in the fridge. After a little lying around in the stupid pile of ugly dolls we decide it's time to do something.
A walk around the neighborhood sounds nice and I decide to show John some important places so he wouldn't look so lost.
"There's Sollux's place, and Karkat's is a little ways over there. Then there's that little shop and a bar a few blocks that way. Tav lives with the juggalo dude a bit farther, closer to the schools and stuff. It's somewhere there."
I show John around the places near my house and wonder off farther till we come to the park where I took Tav.
"This looks nice", he says eyeing the people there. "Is there a beach in this town perhaps?"
"Yeah. Wait, not exactly in town, a little drive out of town, but it's fairly close", I ponder this for a moment. Why would John want to know about beaches? Thinking of swimming at this time of the year?
"We just have to go there for a swim sometime soon!" he says cheerfully and I almost break my stoic expression.
"Are you fucking mad? You've finally gone mad, haven't you? It's fucking freezing there!" I say in disbelief.
"That's exactly why we should go!" John says excited, like a little child with a new toy.
"Yeah, you've finally snapped", I say and he punches me on the shoulder playfully. I continue the tour until we get bored and go over to John's new house to check it out. It's bigger than than the one my bro and I live in. It's two stories tall and has many rooms in it, a large kitchen being one of them.
"This is fucking huge", I point out . "Why'd you buy a house so big for three?"
"Dad just thought it'd be a good idea to have some room. You know Bec likes to run around and so on", John says and I glance at him.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that little devil", I say and John chuckles.
"He's not bad, you're just afraid of him, is all!" he says happy to finally have found a weakness in me. I hate dogs. All of them. Even the smallest. But big dogs? I was terrified of them. Becquerel just so happened to be fucking huge. John says he's a mix between a few breeds, including Irish Wolfhound, German Shepherd and a wolf, too. I wonder how he could love that crazy thing.
I enter the house and put my jacket away, taking off my shoes as John insist. I then leave the lobby-like room and am instantly caught off guard and pummeled to the ground by a huge black and brown furry beast also known as Jade's dog, Becquerel.
"Get the fuck off me!" I yell and push the dog away from my face, sitting up. John's giggling beside me, not doing anything to help. "Don't just stand there laughing your ass off, get this thing off me!"
After getting his laugh John finally grabs Bec's collar and somehow manages to pull him off of me. He looks like he's having trouble getting the dog to stay in place and I briefly wonder how Jade has no trouble with him, but as long as he's not on top of me I'm fine with John struggling a bit.
"Let's go see what Jade's doing, okay?" John suggests and I'm glad to be able to get away from the dog, even though it doesn't have trouble following us up the stairs.
The day goes by rather quickly as we play games, chat, climb on top of the house, run away from Bec and do other stuff like that. I think the time went by too fast as I say good bye and leave for my house. Maybe bro would be there cleaning the pile of smuppets. That would be fun to explain. Maybe we could even have a strife or something.
I get back to find the house empty. Apparently bro has to work late tonight. Well, better make some food and hit the bed. And bring the computer along for the ride.