A/N: Heyyyyyyyy. Thanks for reading :)

John's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, waking up to the world around me. Dave was sleeping, and he looked adorable. His hair got even messier, and it was cute. They were not on his face. I stared at him and his light freckles stood out a bit more since there was light streaming into the living room. When Dave was sleeping he looked so peaceful and relaxed.

He wore a little rumpled shirt, that was red and white. Looking at his hair, it was a golden blonde, and it perfectly matched his light tan skin. Inching closer nervously, I noticed that he had some scars on his face and arms. Hmm... those were probably from fighting bro.

Yawning, I just nuzzled my face in Dave's chest, he smelled like good-smelling soup. I could stay here forever in Dave's arms. I wrapped my arms around him, and put my head against his chest. I could hear the 'thump thump' of his heart.

"Why dude?" I heard Dave say suddenly out of nowhere.

My eyes followed his chest up to his neck, and to his closed eyes. What the hell. I felt myself take a gasp of air. His eyes were still closed!? Wow uh- I bit my lip, and then scooted a bit away from Dave, at the very edge of the couch. I stopped hugging him, and just kept my arms to myself. What was he going to think about me?

Dave opened his eyes, and his gaze stared at me with brilliant red eyes. They were so detailed and so pretty, that I could just stare at them forever. They were mixed with deep reds, some hints of pink, and even more red. Every speck of red in them made his personality and everything about him a hundred times better.

I stared at him till he shifted his weight while laying down, then questioned, "Uh John?"

I blushed then stared at him. I lost my glasses, so I couldn't get them, but everything looked a bit blurry. I was not sure whether to run away or tell him some things about my life…more about myself even though I knew him well.

"Yea- Yea?" I managed to stammer out, trying not mess up my words.

"How are you feeling?" Dave asked in a calm and cool voice. He looked at me with his red eyes, that were glowing with feelings of worry and a bit of concern.

I looked down at my hands and expressed, "I am doing great!"

Fake smiling, I looked at Dave, and tried to look happy.

"That is good then." Dave looked at me then wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders, with us still laying down on the couch.

I gave out a little squeak and he just pulled away from the hug, trying not to blush harder than I already was.

"I-I am going to get our glasses." I sat up, swiveled my body around and leapt up from the couch. I left the blanket there, and just grabbed mine, then Dave's glasses.

"Here." I said then tossed Dave's glasses to him.

I put on my glasses then looked around the room. It looked perfectly clean, except for Dave. Dave put his shades on, and then looked up at me

"Are you feeling sick today?" Dave asked as he sat up on the couch, looking a bit tired.

"Oh! I am feeling better today!" Telling him the truth.

Dave's POV

I was wondering how Egbert was feeling today, since he wrote a little about being depressed in his diary thing. I felt like shit today, and that didn't help that much. Yawning, I got up and tossed the blanket John got, aside. I looked at him and saw him embarrassed and blushing.

"John..." I said then paused.

"Yea Dave?" John asked in an innocent tone.

I sighed and stared at his blue pretty eyes. He tilted his head a little then just stared at me like a lost puppy. His hair was a bit greasy and it looked a bit unfitting for him. I just smiled a little and stared at him through a dim world of my shades. Not like the shades were bad or anything, it was just that everything inside became one volume darker. Including John's pale skin.

Smiling I then said, "I'm going to take a shower."

John nodded, then sat on the couch casually. I walked up his stairs and down the hallway to his bathroom. Making sure I got towels, I closed the door and began taking off my clothes.

John's POV

I sat on the couch, and began to think of how to tell Dave. How to tell him that everything was not okay, and that I was sad. And school… I was so glad it was summer at this moment, but school is close, even two months away can make anybody panic. I didn't want to get sick again, because I didn't want to worry Dave. He can be worrisome if he knew that you were doing bad, or such.

Walking upstairs, I then threw my pajamas across the room in the laundry basket, and then picked out my shirt for the day. Hmm it was nearing lunch, so I just picked out a yellow shirt and threw on a blue sweater. I then put on some jeans, and light blue socks. Smiling to myself, I stretched, and then got a pencil out, and my secret notebook and began writing.

This was my entry for my secret journal for today:

"How should I start off? Well I got sick for the past two days, or one. I will get down to fucking business. But now I am feeling better, just a bit sad for today, you know…...the usual. Old scars are on my arm, from scissors. I don't want to tell Dave at all, he will freak out.

I don't know…*rolls eyes* I am John Egbert da drama queen that hides all his feeling and writes it in a dumb diary!11!1 That wouldn't be me, but that what Dave might think of me.

Woah, getting off-subject here, but Dave came over and took care of me, while I was sick. I didn't even ask, and he gave me time to rest and gave me water and such. With Dave also I slept with him…and cuddled a bit and he didn't mind one bit! Wow…am I lucky.

I don't know if he will accept that or if he is straight or something, but I think I love him.

Reminders for me:
1. Keep calendar open for Jade or Rose to come over soon.
2. Hide your feelings.

One last thing before I go my fellow Journal, I still need to-"

"What are you writing?" Dave said while leaning over my shoulder and reading what I have written.

I shrieked and then slapped my Journal shut, and then held it to my chest. I looked at Dave, and he was dressed, and just sat on the bed behind me.

"N-Nothing Dave!" I stammered.

I hated my face, it just got red and blotchy when Dave was around and god I hated that I could not control it. It just got like this all the time and well…ugh.

I looked at the floor then said, "I need to cook uh- lunch now."

I got up and held my notebook to my chest, and went to the kitchen. Sighing, I climbed on a counter and put my notebook in the way back of the shelf. Now that, my Journal was out of the way, he wouldn't read it. Would he even read it? Well…he wouldn't….uh. Why am I worrying if he will? He wouldn't ever dare going into my things, I mean he was Dave Strider. Why would a Strider ever do that. I laughed to myself, thinking that was silly.