A/N: Hey guys I know it's been a while but I really have no excuse. I'll try to update more frequently though, I promise.
As Dave got a few blocks away he couldn't seem to stop his thoughts. John had called him cute. Okay, well maybe it had been his accent but it had still been aimed at him. Forget the fact that he was a Strider and refused to acknowledge the even slight possibility he could have an accent. He debated stopping by a local park not far from his house to have some time away from Bro to figure things out but decided against it. The sky was already mostly dark.
Another thought popped into his head. The hotel John was staying at was always popular during any type of convention. He shook his head after a moment. It was probably either a small con or John's dad was a day or so early. Dad Egbert as weird like that, small cons might be his thing
He was a few blocks from being home when his hone went off. He picked it up immediately assuming it was Bro. "Yo I'm almo-" "Dave?" came a familiar voice, now quivering. "John? What's wrong?" He asked as he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. "I…my dad…kicked out…can I stay with you tonght?" came the heartbreaking sobs from the phone. "Yeah. Of course. Shh. It's okay I'll be there soon." Dave said calmly in an attempt to soothe his frantic friend. "I have to go but I'll be there as soon as I can okay?" "Okay…thanks."
Dave hung up his phone and turned his car around. Egbert hadn't even been making much sense but he was crying and Dave was having none of that. The ride went by rather quickly, he was too focused to getting there and finding out what happened. He pulled up to the hotel for the third time that day. The second he stopped he saw a blur of blue rushing towards his truck and got in. John was visibly shaking at this point, but he had appeared to grab a hoodie and a small bag of items. Dave took off immediately, seeing that John wanted nothing more than to leave as soon as he could.
After a moment, John finally choked out a small "Hey." Dave turned his head and offered a smile, something he rarely did towards anything but a computer screen. "Hi. I believe you needed saving, knight in shining shades at your service." Dave joked, trying to lighten the mood and cheer his friend up. He was rewarded by a small, unbelievably cute, giggle. John was always so fucking cute, even when he was unhappy. But Dave needed to focus on the task at hand, which was getting himself home before Bro killed him and getting John into a nicer environment.
The blonde drove slowly, feeling awkward because he wasn't sure how to help but not wanting to do or say anything to upset John further and have him crying again. He finally decided music could be a good way to break the awkward silence. Of course the radio felt the need to play sappy love songs on every station. He finally gave up looking for something better and just left the radio on the current station. Apparently it had worked though, because he saw John sit back in his seat and relax a bit.
He noticed John's hand resting on the arm rest of the chair and had to mentally remind himself that grabbing his hand was not an acceptable action. He continued to remind himself that this was his best friend of around 5 years and that wasn't worth fucking up over some false feelings because he needed to romanticize everything. The dark haired boy stared out the window the entire ride home, much to the blonde's disliking.
When they finally pulled into the driveway Bro was waiting outside on the porch for him. "DAVID STRIDER WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" came the shout from the porch before Dave could stop the engine. Dave sighed and got out of his truck, walking over to his brother. "Do you realize you were gone for over an hour? You better have a good explanation for this." He took a breath and before he could say anything else John got out of the car. "I'm sorry." He said quietly, "Some stuff happened and my dad kicked me out of the room and I only know Dave so I called him crying and he came and got me. It's my fault. I didn't mean to get him in trouble." He started tearing up immediately when he finished talking. Bro's expression softened, "He still should have called." He said, shooting a look at Dave.
Before either of the brothers could launch into a full blown fight, John took matters into his own hands. "Can I go lay down or something?" He asked timidly. Bro hesitated before letting them go. As the pair made their way up to Dave's room, Dave murmured a quick "Thank you" to John. John said nothing until after he made it to the bed, tossing his bag beside the bed. Dave opted for his computer chair.
"So what exactly happened?" Dave asked, becoming concerned once again. "I left and you were happy and wanted some sleep but then the next minute you're calling me in hysterics." The dark haired boy hesitated before sighing. "Well you dropped me off and I thought about grabbing a drink downstairs but decided to go see my dad first. I ended up walking in on some woman and him…I'll leave that there." He paused after that, visibly shuddering at the thought. "Anyway I shouted and he didn't like that much so he told me to get out and find somewhere else since I didn't like it. I grabbed my jacket and my bag I packed since I knew I'd be spending time at your place and then I left. I went downstairs and ordered that drink before I broke down and called you.
Dave had become progressively angrier through the story. What the hell was John's dad thinking? "That's such bullshit. What if I was busy. What if I couldn't keep you here? You're in a strange town all alone. What could have happened then?" Before Dave's rant could continue, he heard a soft snoring. John had fallen asleep. "Night dude." Dave said before turning to his computer to see if anyone was still up to keep him company until he was tired.
