A/N:mehh. I don't know why I am so tired. But here it is. An updated chapter after like three years or so.

One more thing…..I do not own Homestuck, Hussie does because he kinda created it.

John's POV

I made a sandwich, all the while thinking of Dave.

His looks, his shades, and the way he cared for me and just didn't care who I was. I made two sandwiches for me and Dave. A minute later; alakazam they were all done.

As these sandwiches, mine and Dave's friendship was straight forward. Sure, we probably had secrets, but we kept to the same agenda and told each other most things that came to mind. Though I was glad our friendship was alive right now…there seemed to be a part of our friendship that just left me tripping and flushed. I just wished it was normal like back then…

I was left wondering for about ten seconds when I heard the front door open. My dad. How long was he gone this time?

"I will help Dad." I said to my Dad hurriedly as I grabbed two bags from his hands quickly before he dropped them. I knew they were cake supplies, but I had to help him since I was his son. He just nodded in my direction. I walked to the kitchen and set them carefully on the counter.

I took them out of their bags and set the groceries on the counter. Rolling my eyes, I looked at the cake supplies my Dad bought. I just didn't like cakes, but Dave did a lot so-I guess he was going to be eating cake for a while then. When he was feeling stressed or worried he just baked. At least he was a part-time baker as well as a full-time businessman. He was just my Dad and I didn't question what he did.

"I'm going upstairs." I called over my shoulder half-way up the stairs to my Dad.

He nodded in my direction and then walked into the kitchen quickly.

I sighed and walked up the stairs then down the hall, I went to my room and trotted in. Dave was lying on my bed, and he looked tired. I set the two plates down on the nightstand, careful to not put them on the books that I was reading currently. I was a book and movie nerd and sometimes got picked on for it, but it also meant I fit in with more groups at school.

"Dave?" I said as I pet his cheek trying to make his eyes open. "Are you okay?" I asked him while he laid there.

"Dude, I am fine, but I just feel like shit, because I didn't get any fucking sleep last night." Dave said then turned over, facing away from me.

I felt a bit lightheaded but waved that off as being a bit under the weather yesterday. I felt chilled, but my cheeks felt a bit hotter than usual.

I closed the door, then leaned against it, and touched my cheek. I was still blushing. I shook my head, thinking I was crazy. But Strider did get all the friends, and all the attention. I was so nerdy and so dumb. I sighed and closed my eyes. I wish I could just be him. Just for once, or for five minutes. I wonder what went through his head every day. Huh, that could be interesting, but I will never try it.

I just sighed and walked down the hallway and down the steps. I walked into the kitchen and my Dad was still putting away groceries. I didn't help him, I was here to retrieve my special notebook. Climbing onto the counter I opened the cupboard, and got my journal.

There were some random things on the top shelf. Ranging from colorful birthday candles, to hot Cocoa packets, and a horn? When did that ever get there. I stared at it, and I just had no idea how it got there. I shrugged, and looked at the other cupboards, it had regular things in it, like oatmeal, cake supplies, thin wheats, cake supplies, chips, and cake supplies. It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was sunny outside. I looked out the window, then looked at the ground.

I climbed back onto the ground, and raced to the bathroom. I closed the door, and sat in the bathtub with no water. This felt comfortable and lovely. I sneezed and rubbed my sleeve on my nose. I just got better, this cold better not come back!

Opening my Journal and I wrote this:

"*le sigh* I don't know. Maybe I am overthinking that Dave was awake the entire time that I was next to him was…. maybe.

I made some kick-ass sandwiches for Dave today. It was so amazing! The sandwiches were so cool, but Dave ruined it a bit. He felt tired, so I didn't get the chance to eat them with him. I just wanted to enjoy some more time with him, but he ruined the mood a little bit. Well I am fine with that, at least he is getting his rest right now!

Dad got more cake things! Why can't he see that I hate cake, and that I didn't want cake at all. I want to tell him this, but he will just will be crushed. I guess I can manage to eat another slice to make him happy.

I have nothing else.

-John Egbert."