A/N: I am writing this instead of eating so yay me. Thanks for reading these updated chapters.

Dave's POV

Accidentally breaking 2 bowls, searching twenty minutes for spoons, and cleaning up three messes, I made the soup successfully. I grabbed some medicine and walked to his room. On the way there I mentally criticized myself for the soup. What if he hated it? It looked stupid but…I turned around to go back to the kitchen to dump out the soup.

Instead I took a deep breath in, grabbed a glass of water and balanced all of it. I walked up the stairs to his room.

I opened the door, and Egderp was there, still sleeping. It was 7 pm, for crying out loud. Man he must be really feeling awful then. Sighing, I just set the tray down, and sat back down on the chair. I noticed all the posters he had on his wall, John was into so many things.

He was probably going to wake up soon, so I waited. I started to entertain myself, I stared at John's face. I noticed all the microscopic details. Like, how his teeth curved. I also noticed the how pale his skin was against his black hair. I know he had big blue eyes, that could make anyone just want to stare at them forever. He was wearing a sweater, and from before I knew that he was wearing pajama bottoms.

I just gave up on this stupid game, and wondered when he was going to get up. I looked over at the clock, and it was 7:20 already. Instead of being home and making my comic or fucking around with swords with bro I was here. Taking care of him.

I sighed a salty sigh.

When is this idiot going to get up!? He still that notebook…. So if I could just, open the drawer. No, no, that would be against his privacy, but the notebook looked interesting. It did have a big label saying, 'don't open!'. It looked interesting and fun to look at, and a wonderful way to pass time.

Hmmm, to open it, or not to open it? What should I do about this? I looked at John again, and he was knocked out, just sleeping. His breath was a bit ragged, but it was stable. Leaning over slowly, I opened the drawer, and quickly took out the notebook. I opened the first page, and began reading.

Oh my god, is this all true?! It says in John's journal thing that he gets sad a lot? He also is a homosexual? I knew that he wasn't straight for a while but this being confirmed…Woah, more like spilling everything into this thing. I sighed and looked over at John, I shouldn't say anything to him, or he might freak out. I just put the Diary back where I found it, and leaned back in the chair. The soup was probably cold, so I just took that downstairs, and tossed into the sink. I should have just dumped it when I considered it before.

This news surprised me, and I had no idea how to casually bring it up in conversation. He has told me that he gets sometimes out of it. But full on depression? Is John going to think I was too nosy for doing this? What am I going to do? I flopped down onto the couch, and laid there. Looking up at the ceiling, I just thought.

Is John going to get mad at me for reading the dorky book he kept? What was his thoughts on guys. I took off my cool shades, and then put one of my arms over both of my eyes. It felt relaxing, so I just stayed like that for a while. One moment after another I fell asleep.

John's point of view

Yawning, I rubbed my eyes, and grabbed my glasses. On the table was set some medicine that Dave might have gotten, and a glass of water. Glancing over at the clock, I found out that it was 3 AM. I sighed, because now I knew that I would have to fix my sleeping schedule.

I felt slightly better, so I grabbed a blanket and walked slowly downstairs. It looks like Dave crashed on the couch. Aw shit. This was his only free day too. He was usually busy at home doing his Dave things that he does….

On the couch, Dave didn't look like himself. He looked a bit worn down but…rugged and sexy?

WOAH. John- please.

Yea- NOPE.

My face felt heated and I almost screamed into my hands. I just remembered then that I didn't just say that, anyways Dave probably wasn't in to me at all. I just frowned, and there was an empty spot next to Dave. He was facing me, and his arms were resting comfortably in front of him. His shades were off, and he had his eyes closed. You could see light freckles on his cheeks more clearly and his hair slightly askew.

Dave clothes were a slightly dirty, and crumbled from the work of taking care of me. He was such a great friend, he probably felt tired. Looking down on the ground I gathered up some courage. I would need all the courage I can get, since Dave was so cool, and well me. I'm nerdy.

I walked over slowly to the couch and slowly slid my body next to his. I smiled because it was warm and comforting next to him. I snugged up with my blanket and Dave and eventually fell asleep, filling my heart in a nice flutter.