Musickind

A Homestuck Fanfiction

DaveJohn / JohnDave

Chapter Eleven

[A/N: Special thanks to CurlyMustache for being a pain in the butt, hehe! Thanks for making me waste all that time reading all your reviews (jkilu)!]

You are John Egbert and your back and neck are sore from sleeping hunched over on your piano. That was a pretty bad idea, you two should have at least moved over to the living room and slept on the couch or something! But you two were pretty tired and had just poured out your feelings onto each other like teenage girls talking about their love lives. Before Dave had passed out, he mumbled something about the moment being just like one of his bro's shoujo mangas. You were trying to sneak out of the room, but Dave woke up just as you were tiptoeing away and called out for you.

"You forget I was raised by a ninja slash samurai brother," he remarks, rubbing his eyes from under his shades and stretching his shoulders. "My sicknasty senses are heightened to an extreme."

"Sorry, Dave!" you say, raising your arms in a shrug. "I was just going to take a shower."

"Cool, I'll take one with you," he says, smirking and heading over. You slap him on the shoulder playfully, but you're still embarrassed.

"N-no way, Dave!" you reply, pretty sure you're making weird faces, because his smirk's getting smirkier. "Wait your turn, gosh!"

"Why? It's not like you haven't seen a dick before," he says, shrugging and stretching his arms and neck again.

"It's not because of that, you dummy!" and you storm out before he could say anymore, head into the bathroom, and lock the door so he couldn't get in. Gosh, what is that guy's problem? You laugh it off. Silly Dave and his pervy comments. You strip and take a nice, warm shower, thinking it's a nice way to help your stiff neck. From outside, Dave calls out to you.

"Are you going back to work today?" he asks, voice a bit muffled. You take a moment to try to recall what day it is.

"Yeah, I think I'll be coming back late tonight," you reply, applying soap and shampoo. "My manager's gonna have a fit since I took an extra day off."

"Alright, I guess I'll head off to work then," Dave replies, his voice trailing a bit. "I'll head out now and see you later tonight then. Don't miss me too much, babe."

"Okay! Bye, sweety!" you tease back. You hope this wasn't going to become some sort of daily ritual, but it was nice to have someone to talk to now, even if only for a little during the day.

You finish showering and grab a towel to dry off, but realize you hadn't taken any clothes with you to change into. You didn't want to put on your old dirty clothes again, so you decide to dash out to get some new ones to change into. You're walking around naked, but you're not embarrassed or anything, because this is your house! You always walk around naked! You guess you should stop, since Dave has moved in, but you think it's okay for now. Besides, Dave was gone already!

So you get a fresh set of clothes from your bedroom. You're walking back to your bathroom when you hear a click from the door. Oh, crap. The handle turns. Oh, shit. The door opens. Oh, fuck. Dave's back unexpectedly and you're naked.

"Hey, Egbert! Sorry, I forgot my wall-" he stops shouting mid-sentence when he notices you sneaking across the room naked.

"AUGH!" You throw your clothes at him without thinking and run away in utter embarrassment. You cannot believe that just happened. He's seen you naked, and you're now flipping your shit for the millionth time. You run back into the bathroom, and proceed to slap yourself for being so stupid. You threw your clothes at him! NOW how are you supposed to get dressed? You're too mortified to even go outside, even if Dave left. You slide down to the floor, wishing for a quick and painless death.

"Egbert," comes Dave's voice from the other side of the door. Ohhhhhh, why did he come over! "Um... Here are your clothes… I guess. I'll just leave them here. On the ground. Outside." You guess he's just as embarrassed as you! And you have to admit that although you couldn't see his face, it was kind of… cute to hear him embarrassed. Wait, did you just think that?

"And if it's any consolation to you," he ventures. "You're a good size."

"What…" You're pretty much speechless. He saw you. That's it. You're dead. You're going to kill yourself.

"But I'm bigger," he taunts and you can hear him turn away on his heels and walk away, laughing out loud. You're pretty god damn sure he has the stupidest smirk on his face.

That's it. No more walking around naked for the rest of your life, even if Dave moves out. You grab your clothes quickly and change into them in a mad flurry.

Several days pass by without any mention of the incident, but you're sure both of you are scarred for life. New Year's Day approaches quickly, since you're enjoying your time with Dave. It's a shame that time really does happen to fly by quickly when you're having fun. You're glad New Year's Eve and New Year's Day fall on a weekend this year, meaning Dave didn't have to go to work. The two of you plan out a nice dinner at home and you go out to buy champagne and beer to celebrate.

That night, the dinner was deemed delicious and you're now both watching the news and waiting for the ball to drop in New York. The news reporter makes a comment to find a partner to kiss quickly, since midnight was drawing close.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Dave teases, nudging you in the arm.

"Gross, I don't want to get cooties," you reply, sticking your tongue out at him. He chuckles and sips on some beer. He's been making a lot of sexual jokes lately, and you've learned to ignore them or go along with him. It doesn't bother you as much now, since the two of you are just close friends anyway!

"Why not? I'm a great kisser," he counters, turning to you. "Look, I'll prove it." He leans in and purses his lips, ready for a kiss.

"Ew, gross!" you laugh, pushing him away. "You're so totally drunk right now!" The two of you playfully wrestle together. You've managed to set down your glass of champagne, and he his bottle of beer, ready to fight. Dave is a bit stronger than you, so he manages to pin you on your back and is on top of you. Non-suggestively, of course.

Due to gravity, however, Dave's sunglasses fall off his face and fumble onto the ground. He stops and stares at you with a bit of a shocked expression, and you realize that this is the first time you've ever seen his eyes. They're a bright red, and you had to admit, that although strange, they were really… attractive? He reaches over and searches around for them. You're wondering why he's taking so long to find them. You look over and his hand is hardly close to where they landed. It's almost as if he couldn't…

"Dave, can you see?" you ask, raising your eyebrows. He stops grabbing around for them and looks away, sitting down on the couch instead of leaning over you. No reply whatsoever. "Dave?"

You reach over and grab his sunglasses. He reaches for them, but he's so far off that you pull away.

"Dave, how many fingers am I holding up?" you ask, but he's not looking. He just looks away with an anguished look on his face. You're starting to lose patience. "Dave, answer me."

"Egbert," he says, hesitantly. You give him a few moments to recuperate. He braves a glance at you and sees you're not going to give in until he gives you an answer. On the TV, the reporter announces that the year is drawing nearer to the closing. Although you'd rather not end the year like this, you want answers. Dave finally sighs. "Alright. Yeah, I can't see. Well, I can, but barely. My sight has been getting worse every year, and the doctors say it's called flash blindness. Before our split, I talked to Rose about it and she thought that it might be because we witnessed the creation of the Green Sun. It's like looking at the sun for too long, you know?"

"What about Rose? She was fine," you interject. He's being totally serious now. You know, because he isn't even cussing or making jokes. He just simply shrugs.

"We thought it may be because she was the Seer of Light," he purses his lips again. "So she could withstand the light and explosion from the Green Sun. Those shades are prescription. That's why they're kinda thick."

You check them out, and it's true. The lenses are super thick, and you guess that he's really blind! Maybe even more so than you, and that's saying something. The two of you are silent, and you guess that's all he's going to tell you. You scoot over and sit nearer to him, handing him his sunglasses, but he just holds them, not putting them on.

"From now on," you say, turning to him. "No more secrets, okay?" He turns to you too, and you wonder if he can see you clearly, since you're so close to him.

"No more secrets," he promises, nodding and smiling. And right then, you remember the time you and Rose talked about her situation. You remember how the two of you promised that there would be no secrets kept hidden between the two of you. You remember how much you cared for her. You remember how you loved her.

And you realize that you're feeling the same way right now. Those feelings have returned. The feelings you thought you'd never be able to feel ever again.

You also realize that these feelings have been building up these past couple of weeks. You've been ignoring them. You've been making excuses. You've been denying them.

Because you don't want to be hurt again. You don't want to lose someone else again. You don't want to be lonely again. You want to be with Dave for the rest of your life. And you want that so much.

In the background, the countdown has already begun. There are seconds left. Then…

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

And you kiss him. You don't know what the fuck you're doing, but you kiss him, and he doesn't pull away. You kissed him so suddenly, you aren't even forming words in the mind. But then, you pull away, breathless. Breathless. Isn't that… ironic?

"Happy New Year, Dave," you manage to say, barely able to even think. You hope you haven't just totally fucked shit up. Dave's just staring at you, lips slightly parted. You almost get off to run back to the bathroom, embarrassed again, but he finally smiles.

"Happy New Year, John."