"John... Johnnn... "~
John looked up from his notebook, he'd been writing another letter ... He'd guessed they couldn't ever get to Dave. He wasn't getting his hopes up, he never knew what towns they were over...Just that when the wind took his letters, thats all he could do...
"What are you doing?~ "
"N-Nothing..."He mumbled, hiding his notebook under the blanket he was sitting on , "Just thinking..."He mumbled.
That voice... God he wished he knew who it was, it was a motherly tone. Making him even more homesick... It was just a guiding voice that echoed around, he didn't converse with the rest of the dead, he simply just stayed where he was... 24/7. ... Death, was boring ...
With Dave... sure he was nothing but caught up in trouble... Be it the time when they took Dirk's car when he came home drunk, and went joyriding... And ended up with the alcohol in the backseat... they'd hit the black back roads...
Lets tell this story... John just sat there, wishing he'd relive it...
The moment they hit those roads, they'd pulled for the cornfields... driving right into them, and stopping it, turning out the lights. John had bitched the whole way, but was laughing by the time they'd even thought of heading home.
Laying in the back of that truck, a beer in his hand, one next to him, clicking his bottle against Daves. Soon enough the clatter of it joining the rest in the field grass.
They'd watched the stars like that, Buzzed,
and alone...~
No. We're not going to tell you a cheesy love admision.
This isn't a Perfect world...
But that night had made their lives set in goals.
Dave had talked about his ex, John listened intently...
He remembered it so easily, Dave sat up, setting the beer bottles down.
He'd climbed out of the bed of the truck and had gone into the truck , grabbing the spare blanket out of the back seat, and popping in a CD. One of Jade's old CD's .
Simple Plan.
He didn't give a shit, he wanted music, he tossed the blanket up when he climbed back in the bed of the truck, dropping back down again.
They'd spent 2 hours laying there, until Dave had gone through 5 beers... and John was still buzzing off on 3.
"It feels like its been fucking forever since I've had anything ..."
That golden sentence had taken John over...
John remembered what he'd thought that night that single thought that later was one of their greatest memories .
'Make. A. Move...'
The lights had interrupted him though, the moment he leaned over it was to see the flashing of lights getting closer..
"FUCK!"
"Egbert when do you cus-"
"Get in the truck! Cops!"
"Your Fucking Kidding me!?"
It wasn't even seconds before they were tearing through the feild, a drunk kid driving, a buzzed kid in the passenger
'Perfect world' by Simple Plan was blaring out in the air, and it only had added to the dramatic time.
~This means nothing at all~~
John smirked a bit at the irony , what he'd planned on doing, would've meant everything, and sent them off the cliff.
In a perfect world, this could never happen, in a perfect world~
Dave had ;had to shake him from his moment.
"Egbert! get the fuck out of the truck!"
"What?!"
"We're running, lets go!"
Before he knew it Dave was hauling him over and out on his side, dragging him by his arm, they;d gotten as far as out of the corn field, they were bolting past the sign welcoming to their town...
They'd been in Dave's house, Dirk still passed out on the couch, Lil'CAL giving them the creepiest smile ever...
John didn't remember if it was the adrenaline, or the alcohol talking. But he didn't give Dave the chance to tell him not to say a word, instead that random moment of courage had been to get a fistful of the shirt the Strider wore and pull him over, back into the doorway...
And then , it happened...
John had sucked it up, John had kissed him, right there propped up against the doorway.
He didn't let the hands trying to push him away stop him.
"What the hell Egbert!~-"
"Shut up..."
Instead of the slap from his best friend he got Dave to actually... shut up.
Their first kiss had happened... and was only parted... when the Police's flashing lights flashed into view...
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John shook his head slowly "I was drunk... but I can only blame the alcohol a few times..."He grinned.
He knew Dave would've laughed, he pulled out his notebook again... It'd probably been close to 24 hours, he had to get writing to get the letter out in the same timezone ...
Oddly enough... He couldn't stop thinking about him...
Is it true? Nothing Separated true love?
He'd believe it when he seen it...