"Dave, hey, wake up. Come on man! Your phone won't stop ringing." Dave felt a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him awake. He grumbled and turned away from the person. "Come on, get up and stop being lazy. Your friend John has been calling for like fifteen minutes now. If you don't wake up and answer it I'll answer it myself and then put my puppets back out which I ever so graciously put away just for your company." His eyes shot open. "Did you say John?" Bro chuckled "Yes, some kid by the name of John on your phone has been calling for a while nonstop and your phone was out on the counter. Figured it was the friend you mentioned earlier so I brought it up here.
He felt his brother toss something into his side. When he did, it started vibrating again. Dave looked from the phone, to his brother, then back to the phone. Taking the hint he stood up and started for the door. "I'll leave you to your phone call. Let me know if you need anything." And with that he left the room.
The door was barely closed before Dave answered the call. "Yo. Sup Egbert?" He answered; careful not to let on to the excitement he was feeling. "Why so many phone calls man?" John let out a sigh of what Dave could only assume was relief before he responded. "Hi Dave. My dad and I finished settling into the hotel and I was wondering If you wanted to hang out or something." He laughed nervously at the end of his sentence. Dave couldn't understand why. Maybe because they've talked this way only a few times? "It's just dad has to go wait in line for pre reg at this convention and so as fun as standing in a line for hours that has no benefit to me sounds, I'd rather not have to."
Dave stretched his tired limbs out before replying to him. It seems the effects the haze that sleep had left on him had not quite worn off. "Sure man. You got a ride or do I have to come get you?" He caught himself having to keep track of how quickly he was talking to make sure nothing seemed suspicious. "Uh," John began awkwardly, "well I mean I'm sure that I could convince dad to leave and take me if I begged but I think you coming to get me would be best if that's possible." Dave smiled into the phone for a moment before he said anything. "Say no more John. Well actually one more thing. What hotel are you staying at?" "We're at the Marriott." "Cool. Got it. Be ready in like twenty five minutes. Look for the red truck." Before John could say anything else he ended the call.
He jumped out of bed and searched for a comb, fixing the pale rat's nest his hair had become. Next he searched for his shoes, finally finding a pair of black high tops to slip on. Grabbing his keys from his drawer he dashed downstairs to go tell Bro. He slowed himself down momentarily as he popped into the kitchen.
"Hey Bro I'm gonna go pick up John okay?" He quickly explained trying to leave before any questions were asked. "Wait! Where is he staying?" He put down the spoon he was using to stir some unknown food substance on the stove. "Marriott." Dave told him impatiently. "Hmm. I suppose that's fine then. It isn't too far away. Why so suddenly coming over?" "His dad wants to make him wait in line with him to register for the con thing. " Bro nodded, dismissing him with the flick of his wrist as he turned back to what Dave assumed was dinner.
Dave hurried to his truck, fumbling with the keys as he tried to unlock the door. He hopped in and started the motor before he even had the door closed. He drove as fast as the limit would allow….well maybe a little faster if he was being honest. He just couldn't seem to wait to meet his best friend. Minutes seemed like hours until finally he pulled up at the Marriott. He pulled into a spot near the lobby designated for pick up. He checked the clock, glad he wasn't late. Or at least he didn't think he was. He didn't actually think to check a clock before he left. Or the call ended. Oh well.
He waited only a moment before seeing a boy with messy black hair looking around looking lost. He had incredibly nerdy glasses and he was wearing his lame shirt with the lame little logo from one of his really overrated movies and shorts. He stared for a minute, well aware of who the boy was, before he realized his friend had yet to see him.
Rolling down the window he smirked. "You gonna stand there all day looking around or are you gonna get in the truck dude? I won't wait too long. I have a life too you know John!" The boy jumped, obviously startled by the yelling. When he heard his name his head snapped up and he froze momentarily. He was staring at Dave, seemingly star struck. "Yes, yes I'm beautiful I know John. But can you keep your mind clear of those dirty thoughts about me until we're on the way back to my place?" John rolled his eyes but Dave thought he saw a bit of a blush creep onto his face.
He walked over quickly and climbed into the truck. "Hey Dave." He offered a smile before he pulled the seatbelt on. "Hey." He smirked before starting the engine again. As he backed out John pulled out his phone. "Impressive, you got here in about seventeen minutes instead of thirty." Dave leaned back in his seat, taking the wheel with one hand as the other lay casually out his opened window. "Well I was gonna fix myself up for you but then I realized, hey I look awesome as is." His sarcastic tone was not lost on John who began laughing just a little too loudly at. He found it just fucking adorable though.
The next few minutes were spent in silence, but a comfortable one. Then John, being the awkward kid he is decided to break it. "So…what's up?" He asked staring at how casual Dave seemed to be while driving. "I hope I didn't ruin any plans or anything." "Nah. I was just not answering because I fell asleep and my phone was in a different room." John didn't take his eyes off Dave, who kept his on the road. "I meant any plans you might have had with friends." Dave merely rolled his eyes. "Yeah John, I was gonna catch the next plane out to Jade's and then take another over to Rose's until you called and they are both devastated but I told them it was for my best bro so they don't mind as much. Thanks for ruining my plans dude." John laughed a bit at his sarcasm, again just a bit too loudly. That must just be how he laughs. He got quiet really quickly again though before he continued the conversation. "I just thought maybe you had friends around here or something." He muttered quietly.
"The kids here and I don't exactly see eye to eye.." Dave started out sadly before noting the look on John's face, "They also aren't cool enough for me anyways." His face dropped though, he hoped John wouldn't catch it. Unfortunately he did. He just kind of nodded sadly; Dave knew all too well how well his friend understood. Countless times John had come home and pestered him to confide in him about how someone had bullied him or beat him up. It always infuriated him. How could anyone want to hurt him? The only difference in their situations was that Bro had taught him to fight. He wasn't extremely muscular or anything but the training left him tone and skilled enough to fight off anyone who gave him unneeded shit.
He pulled into his driveway and shut off the engine. "This would be it." John nodded and looked around at the new surroundings before he got out of the car. Dave jumped out of the driver's seat and dashed over to the door. Opening it he shouted in the general direction of the kitchen. "I'm home!" He heard his brother scoff. " 'Bout time little dude." "Whatever!" he shouted back, laughing. He turned to John. "Wanna go to my room?" "Sure." Came John's meek reply.
He lead his friend up to his room, closing the door behind them. Immediately he went and flopped onto his bed, still feeling a bit tired. "I'd apologize for the mess, but I'm really not actually sorry about it." John just stood over by the door awkwardly. "Come on, you can sit down. No one's stopping you John." The boy walked slowly over to the bed and climbed into it. The only thoughts running through Dave's head were some pretty dirty ones. He shook his head. He should not be thinking that way about his straight best bro. Even though Bro wouldn't be up for a while; he smelled the food he was trying to cook. He'd finish it soon, realize how bad it was, and order takeout. He could do anything he wanted.
He sighed, gaining a questioning look from John. He merely shrugged. It was then that John yawned pretty loudly. "You still tired?" Dave asked, concerned. When John nodded meekly he scooted closer to the outside of the bed. "Here, sleep. I'm tired as well so we can take a nap or something. John opened his mouth to argue so Dave grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. They were extremely close at this point, due to the size of Dave's bed.
The dark haired boy's face flushed red for a moment as Dave turned to face him. "Why are you turning red? I'm just giving you room." "Right, sorry." He paused to take his glasses off, "Put those on the table would you?" Dave turned to put the glasses on his table and before he had a chance to turn back John was out.
"John, you asleep?" He felt the need to make sure. When the sleeping boy didn't say anything he guessed that everything was good. He slide his glasses up onto his head to observe him better. He was a lot cuter than Dave would have ever realized by the few pictures he'd seen. John moved suddenly, casing Dave to quickly slide the shades back down. His arm ended up laying over Dave. The blonde chuckled but didn't move his arm. Why would he? It's not like he was doing anything wrong. "Goodnight John." He whispered quietly, lying his head down to catch up on sleep himself.
