John POV
"W-what the hell Dave?" I stammered out, staring at him.
Dave looked at me then his face went red. "I-I J-John I can explain." Dave stammered out and looked at the ground.
Now I knew he was nervous, he never looked at the ground or broke eye contact. I stared at him though I was holding scissors I recently just harmed myself with; I looked like I was in the bad light it was really Dave that was being put under the light.
I glared at him and growled, "Dave. Explain. Now."
Dave was on the ground, leaning against the white bowl. He was swearing under his breath.
Dave took a deep breath in, "John well I have maybe possibly read your journal?"
"What the HECK! God Dave can't you just stay out of my things?!" I yelled.
I don't know why I was getting so worked up but that journal was so special to me. My Dad gave it to me, I had written all that I had ever thought in there. Goodness, was I mad!
"John calm down please, I just was being a little nosy. Please John." Dave said and looked at me with somewhat of puppy eyes.
"Dave no." I stepped towards him and said to him in an angry voice, "Please. Leave."
All the muscles in my body were tense and for once it was Dave who was the nervous one. He looked worse for wear too. Probably what I had been feeling about a day or so ago. Dave's eyes were wide and his body instead of being mysterious was a bundle of complete nerves. I was angry and I could already feel the shame go to my eyes, I have never seen my friend so defeated. I was teary but so mad. I turned my back on my friend...? Who was he now?
I was turned away from the once confident, now defeated blonde. I could see his body sulk with guilt and worry. Almost like a cloud was weighing on him, a stormy grey one.
"Dave please don't make me say it again." I forced my voice into something not like myself.
The tone I took on was not me...but it was me not showing any weakness. I was turned away. He couldn't tell I was slightly cracking, he just heard anger. He also didn't have his sunglasses that held all of the power of hiding things for him so I was to the advantage.
"John." His voice was cracking.
"Dave." I rigidly spoke.
I was upset and...this was not a time to make decisions.
I gave in and turned around to see the expression he wore. Sadness. It was like mine but it seemed deeper. Like this was going to happen some day or another probably later in the story.
I cleared my throat.
Dave looked up and I clutched my Journal I swore I never was going to write in again.
"I wanted to leave anyways." Dave muttered, a scrunch in his eyebrows and a disdain in the air from him.
He was waiting outside by the door only ten minutes later with his things, shivering.
What I did was clutch my journal tightly, put the scissors away, got matches, and went to the backyard with a hat and coat.