Your name is Dave Strider and you're rushing around your room to make sure you've packed everything. It's currently balls AM and you're dead tired as you drag your sorry ass around. You nod slowly, deciding everything of importance has been packed. You walk out of your room, seeing your bro's calm and collected face staring you down.
"Ready kid?" He asks, placing a hand on your head and ruffling your hair, witch you groan inwardly at. You were going to meet the crush you've had for two or three years, if not longer, and he's asking you if you're ready? No bro, I'm totally not ready to go meet the boy of my dreams whom I've been in love with since god knows how long.
Obviously.
He stares at you, waiting for your reply. Yeah, you should probably do that.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Dude you were just staring at me for like a solid twenty minutes what'd I say?"
"Okay it was at best five minutes, and nothing of importance."
He just shrugs, opening the door for you as you leave your crappy apartment. You walk down the thirty something flights of stairs, seeing as though some dumbass broke the elevator a while ago. It was sheer torture but you've gotten used to it. You and your bro talk a bit while you walk. It's kind of sad thinking he's gonna be living in that apartment by himself now, but then you think again. He has his smuppets, Lil Cal, and he has friends come over every so often. How he has friends you have no idea, but he does and ow he just hit you on the back of the head, almost knocking your shades off. Sometimes he can read mind, you swear.
After the torturous walk down the stairs, you get in your bro's car, driving the 20 minutes to the airport. After about two minutes of the silence you can't take it anymore, turning on the radio as you lean on the door, your hand on your cheek and holding up your head. The weather is hot, shocker. It's Texas, how is it suppose to not be hot? Thank you helpful weatherman. As always, a gold star in effort. You tried so hard, and got so far. But in the end, it doesn't even matter.
"Hey kid, I'm gonna miss you. Ironically, of course, but still lil man," Bro says, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other one remaining on the wheel.
"Yeah, I'll miss you too. Ironically," you reply, nodding at him.
Your bro looks over at you for a second, before turning back to the road. "if you bottom Egbert we're not related anymore," he states and you swear you're going to punch him.
Not while he's driving, because that could kill you both.
But you know what you mean.
A familiar tune starts to play on the radio as you pull up to a red light, your bro turns to you slowly with a grin. What's got him so happy? It's when he cranks the volume and starts singing you want to stab yourself.
"You know you love me."
"Fuck bro shut up right now."
"I know you care."
"I hate you."
"Just shout whenever,"
"I'm going to kill you."
"And I'll be there."
You slam your head against the window with a groan. It's bad enough he knows all the lyrics, but the fact that every time the song comes on the radio, which has thankfully been rare, he sings it extremely loudly.
God you're going to be so happy when you're finally with John.
"You better come visit me at some time, brat," your bro states, ruffling your hair.
"Or you could come visit us?" You suggest, setting your hair back into place as his hand is removed.
"Yeah, that could work too, except I don't want to listen to you bangin' your best bro, you know?"
You give him an unamused look. This joke has gotten old, although apparently not to the young mother ushering her small daughter away, who gave the two of you disgusted looks. Welcome to Texas, population: Homophobic.
"Kid you better hurry your ass up or else you're gonna miss your flight, which means no Egbert ass for you," your bro snaps you out of your thoughts.
"Yeah, you're right. Well, I guess I'll see ya around, bro."
You're about to take off when your brother scoops you up into a tender brotherly embrace. You accept the hug, hugging him back before handing the lady your ticket, boarding the plane and leaving your bro, and Texas, behind.
You decide not to comment on the dark, moist spots on your shoulder.
Long as flight gave you a pain in your back, but you're finally in Washington. You're more surprised than you should be about the snow. You sigh, shaking your head as you wander to the baggage check, keeping an eye out for a familiar face. You wouldn't be surprised if he was late for picking you up. You get your crap, leaning on one of the two suitcases with your backpack on, looking around. You decide to wheel your shit out to a more open area, so you do that, and the first thing you see is the fedora'd Dad Egbert, looking dapper as always. The second thing you notice is John isn't with him. So you bring your stuff to him.
"Oh, David. John just went looking for you, although I think he probably made his way to the bathroom instead."
Typical. "Oh, that's okay. I'll go find him, if you want me too."
He smiles at you, wow okay you're actually taller than the guy, but its one of those all-knowing father smiles that just sketch the fuck out of you, like he knows something you don't. Those types of smiles.
"Oh, it'd be great if you could, please," he says and its starting to freak you out just how much he can probably read your mind, so you get the hell out of dodge and leave your shit with Daddy Egbert. You round the corner to the bathrooms and see John. He notices you and holy shit he gets the cutest grin you've ever seen, his eyes lighting up and he's running towards you, like full out sprinting. Oh shit, doesn't look like he plans on stopping either, so you take a few steps forwards to brace yourself as he legitimately jumps into your arms. Wow he's light as fuck. So you hold the boy you've loved for so long in your arms and wow okay he's crying that's adorable. You change your grip on him, supporting him under his legs instead. If he wasn't crying you would probably grope his choice ass, but you're not that much of a dick.
"You gonna be okay man?" You ask after a few minutes of holding him, and he just looks up at you laughing, wiping his tears away before holding your face between both of his hands, pulling your head down slightly and kissing you. This is nice. Yes, this is very nice. You are totally okay with this. Yes this is great and oh he's pulling away. Okay, yeah act cool.
"I'm so happy you're here, Dave," he says with the most adorable smile you've ever seen on him. Strider abort mission. Abort, abort.
"Yeah. Happy, here. Me too," good job Dave. Smooth as fuck. Well, maybe its okay because he's giggling. Wait no its not he's laughing at you. Wait yes it is because he kisses you again. Yeah this is totally okay.
"C'mon you big dork, put me down," he says with a laugh, and you shake your head no. Fuck that shit you're not putting this adorable little fucker down so easily.
"N'aw dude. I gotta show off my adorable little catch," you stated with a smirk, turning on your heels and walking back to his dad, John whining out a complain in response.
Yeah, you're going to like it here in Washington.