Dave woke up that morning, mumbling tiredly to himself...
He reached over, ready to grab his phone, dreading how many times John texted...
oh wait...
He retreated his hand,...
But he pulled himself out of bed... as self torturous as it was ...He didn't want Dirk's pity party that morning, and Dirk was kind enough not to lay it on him that early... It was almost noon.. fuck.. too early.
Dirk sat at the table, on the laptop, CAL sitting on his lap, looking at the screen. Dave made his way to the bathroom, he'd shower soon, but for now he'd stripped down to his boxers, he pulled a shirt out of the clean basket, hauling it over his head, and pulling it down... He left his glasses on the sink,staring at the floor as he trudged back out to the table, sitting down across from Dirk, who shoved his normal morning mix over to him.
a Mixture of energy drinks, with sugar added... His stomach turned at the thought of looking at the mixture it created. Dirk continued to say nothing.
After what felt like an eternity of sitting there, Dave was pulled from his blankness by the voice.
"Isn't that shirt going to make you hurt worse?"
Dave blinked at him a moment, had Dirk gone fucking nuts... he then looked down, oh...
It was John's long shirt he wore at night , normally so he didn't have to wear underwear...
And the smell of John's Bod spray was on it, John adored that weird smelling body spray shit more than anything, no matter how many washings, it stayed...
It was an annoyance anymore, it was comfort.
"You plan on staying out here with me today?"Dirk asked, Peeking up at him, Dave was unable to tell cause of the large glasses...
"I can't stay in my room..."
Dirk didn't have to ask, he knew Johns stuff was littered everywhere.
"Its gonna be strange without the little nerdy kid running around..."
And Dave could only nod...
John rested on his hands and knees, he held the envelope out over the edge of the cloud... he waited a minute, his only ritual with each letter , waiting for that welcoming breeze, and the letter would be taken from his fingers, and sent down to the town below...
"Dear Dave..."He mumbled softly, wiping his eyes a bit...
"Don't Cry John..."
That voice wasn;t Dave, So it was no comfort to him.
'Dear Dave...
Life' ...or death rather.. Is boring up here.
I spent last night thinking about old memories.
I know you can;t get these... and I know that you never will notice how much I miss you.
Are you sad Dave? Please don't be...
Please don't...If my heart could handle anymore, that would break it.
Im venting, Im stupid...I know...
But think about it there cool kid...
One less thing to have to babysit...
Im sorry i couldn't have been any better to you...
Don't say this is your fault, let me take those words from your mouth , right now.
I miss you... And expect another letter soon...
~J. E 3
GAH Two chapters for you in one day, chapter 5 and now chapter 6 :D and im onward to writing Chapter 7 .
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