RANDOM NOTES TIME.

Loving your comments and also glad that everyone , I am actually really proud that this is turning out and people are liking it. my main points like, alot of people PM'd me going 'WHERES THE YAOI!?' or 'Why do you constantly switch views' well i really wanted to make this, to have yaoi, but there had to be drama and stuff in it as well.i view the john and dave haracters to have the 'secret sneaky sneaky relationship. And that in the story, and in real life, if something as tragic as death happens, that EVERYONE , would be involved, family, lovers, siblings, everything, so i really want to show the 'background' as well as adhearing to the plot.

PROPS , COSPLAY AND STUFF :

I will draw eventually Dave and Johns style from this fanfic, no its not far off from origional designs or anything. Me and my Moirail/Matesprit in the real world here, actually are going to cosplay from this , so I will most definetly give links in a notes when we get it done. Are making props for the photoshoot such as johns letters, his stationary stuff, keepsake box [you'll see] the photo album, and everything, i will keep photo updates of these as well! :D

Here is Chapter 8 and im ready to start pumping into chapter 9. THANK YOU SO MUCH, REVIEWS ARE WHAT KEEPS ME GOING.

Dirk carried the box down the driveway for the car. Dave was watching him , it'd stopped raining, but the clouds showed they were going to have more. The Funeral was on Saturday, hopefully it'd clear up, its only Thursday so there's some hope.

Hope...

Thats what he needed right now...
He tugged on a red hoodie and trudged outside, his shades tucked tightly against his face, he closed and locked their front door, glancing up at the sky, thats when it happened.. .

The clouds were almost showing his emotion, cause it rained the tears he wouldn't cry... the first two hit his glasses and trailed down his cheek.

"Dave!"

Dirks voice yanked him out of it, and heed starigg at the clouds,

'Stop trying to decode and suggest some pathetic Hallmark Story from them...' He thought, climbing into the passanger seat next to Dirk.

"Now we;re gonna have some pissy, angsty sad people... I know your having it rough too, but we can't make their lives any worse right now"Dirk said calmly as he pulled out of the driveway.

Dave refused to answer, just nod .

The 5 minute drive to the house was quiet, even when the two waited to be let in, was silence...

Jake was the one to answer the door, he looked very... blank, Dirk stepped inside and Dave followed. The family said nothing when Dirk set down the box.

Jake stood next to him , talking about random nothings, but Dave wasn't listening, he was looking out their window, at the clouds again, the dark grey gatherings were capturing his eyes again...

his space was cut off by a hand patting him comfortingly, hethought it was Dirks for a sec, but when he glanced over, it was Jakes. He got nothing but a glance from English...
All he knew was, even though Jake had to be going through a worse time, he wanted nothing more than to be embraced by Dirk again, he wanted that comfort he wasn't getting.

He wanted to sit down, wallow in self hate, cry a little more, and never get over it. But Jake and Dirk needed time to vent too, he'd rather not vent with them both and being the second one emotioanal and stressing Dirk out.

"Aren't you cold Dear" voice tapped his ears, dropping him from his haze , he blinked, looking down at himself..oh...

Summer was turning to fall. Yet his fashion sense hadn't changed, he wore his black jeans, and his red t shirt . His hoodie had fallen to his elbows and he propped it back up over his shoulders.

"No Ma'am..." He mumbled, He was always overly polite to their family, which was coats, and sweaters and long sleeves by this point, Dirk must have really set out of line to them then, because he was in a black 'wife beater' tank top and a pair of ripped up white skinny jeans.

"Well, We're gonna put the box in Johns room and then probably just hang around"Dirk nodded politely to the two parents before heading back down the halls and up the stairs , stopping at the first door on the left, Dirk handed him over the box, and Jake opened the door, they both knew that he'd want some time, and were at least respecting that .

"We'll be in Jakes room"Dirk said calmly , letting him step in and closing the door behind him. Dave couldn't stand it...He set the box down on the floor, he looked at the closet, and he looked at the bed, and he looked just around the room, he finally walked across the room, sitting down on the bed. He could only just sit there.

There's nothing that reminded him of the pain anymore than the room.
Dave couldn't say anything at all...
The last time he'd been in his room, it'd been to pick up John that night.
Dirk had dropped him off to go pick Jake up from Roxie's house, where they normally got their alcohol supply.

Dave laid back on the bed, enjoying the feeling of the comfort grasp of the sheets around him , and the familar scent, letting his memory take over.

"Its dark out, no one's going to see..."

"Thats not the point! "

"C'mon Johnn.. Dirk ain't gonna be back for awhile, we all know they're gonna get wasted and not get us until late..."

"And if my parents walk in?"

"I guess that just means you get to try to be quiet then~"

"Dave! Your Rediculous!"

"And?"

John never really resisted much, it was normal for them to always have those random little picks at eachothers nerves. But They always made up the same way.

Just ... you know it had to be something good. Cause Johns nail marks are still on the glass window, and the tied up bandanna was still hanging off the bed post, along with the nail marks to the headboard...

Fun Night? Fuck ,yes.

Hot. it always was...

Details? Maybe later...

Right now, its memory time.~

Dave couldn't help but smirk at the memory, one little happy note in his sadness.

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'Dear Dave,

Get this voice to shut up! They're telling me stupid shit...

Have you given up on me yet? Have you moved on?

You were watching for me earlier weren't you... Sorry about the storms... but I can't promise they'll end soon.

This letters gonna be short and sweet, that fucign voice is torturing my skull.

I love you 3

J. E 3

'

another letter sent down for the city below...

Boots sloshed through the town, a hooded figure was wandering down the street, stomping through the wet puddles and cackling whenever some splashed up the cloak for thin legs...

"Hmm~Whats this here?~"

The eyes had caught something... sticking out of the storm drain...Reaching down the figure plucked it up...

"Whats thiss?~oh! ..."

"Its a letter~ "