(I'm on vacation! Woo! My aunt found this amazing house and decided to take my family with her and it is just crazy but anyway. I'm sorry in the last chapter I didn't clarify. When I stated that Dad was dead, I was trying to point out John is utterly and completely alone ;n; This is a sad sad tale afterall..I have a really bad habit of writing these at 2 a.m. when I can hardly see the screen and I'm verging on delirious…oh and if you are reading my other story as well, I'm sorry I haven't updated it, I have to get this out my system first..)

You scratch your head absently as you ponder what to do. Between the therapy sessions and the checkups, there really isn't much to do. John is getting his first checkup currently so you can't even do anything with him right now.

Sighing discontentedly, you pull out your laptop. What better way to pass the time than to make some new sick beats? You plug in your earphones as the laptop whirs to life.

You miss you're actual turntables, but of course you weren't able to bring those with you. So Bro had a snazzy program installed on your laptop that acted as a type of pseudo turntable. It wasn't the same as spinning a disc but you would have to deal with it for now. Plus you had learned that John's birthday was coming up soon, and finding out he was pretty alone in the world, you were going to try to make it special in your own small special way. Of course this wouldn't be the only thing you'd do but you think he'd like if you made him something with him in mind.

After messing with some basic beats, you finally feel the rhythm sliding its way through your body, twisting its way to your hands and you set to work almost robotically.

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You jump as you feel a tap on your shoulder, throwing your head around fast enough to askew your sunglasses. John's lips pull up into a full-blown toothy grin as he can see one shocked bright crimson eye. "The fuck man?" you reach up and fix your glasses, shrugging a bit. You don't like being startled, especially if you are absorbed in something.

"Sorry, but your reaction was priceless. I didn't even do anything and I think my prankster gambit just went up some," he laughs at you, eyes squinting shut cutely.

'Cutely?'

Staring at him for a few brief moments, you turn your attention back to your screen and quickly save it. After making sure it's saved you shut your laptop down and kick your feet over the edge of your bed. "So Egbert, you want to go for a walk. You feelin' up to that?" You ask and he looks around you giving a questioning look and taking in your attire. Before he says anything you add "Dude, it's like warm all the time. Year round here except maybe parts of December and January if we are lucky."

He snorts a bit in response but laughs, "I suppose so," he smiles.

You slide off the bed and slip your shoes on as he follows you. You open the door for him. "After you madam," you say, slightly bowing and gesturing with your hand. He laughs again, "Oh, quite the gentleman we have here! How are you still a bachelor?" He asks, showing pearly white teeth and slipping out the door. "I guess the right person never came along," You reply wispily, following.

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You silently thank anyone listening that neither of you are hooked up to anything. Yet. You're pretty sure you'll be clear most of the way but you're not sure about John, which worries you. You're just trying to enjoy the moment though since everything is fine right now. You both are walking along a trail they have in a field by the hospital while dusk sets in, sending splashes of golden sunlight through shrubbery. Everything is coming to life as spring starts to take root in full force, and as if to emphasize this, a gentle breeze blows through making everything shift and rustle gently.

"Aaah this is great! It's just perfect out here, why don't we come outside more Dave?" John says, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you two. You shrug, "Man, I don't know. If you are feeling up to it more I suppose we could again soon." You were just always worried this would take too much strength out of him. You sit down on one of the benches provided, shaded nicely by a tree. You pat your lap and give your best seductive smirk, the picture made perfect by the sun glinting off your glasses. John just laughs and opts to sit beside you, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. You rest your own arms on the back of the bench, one hovering behind John.

"So you going to get strippers or something for your birthday, is that something that I need to be prepared for?" You ask him, your tone all serious. You crack a smile as he bust out laughing though. "Nah, no strippers. Just going to be a normal day I suppose." "You don't want anything?" You ask, not really sure how to go about anything. You aren't even quite sure what you want to do for John's birthday. The only person you had worried about birthdays for before was Bro, who was relatively easy to shop for. Or at least you thought so, but that could be because you were raised by him.

"Hmmm, I can't think of anything right now. I remember when I was younger though, I used to get so excited. My dad would usually get me one really good gift and make me about five cakes," John sort of blanched at the last part. By now, you were very well acquainted with his distaste of certain sweets, particularly those manufactured by one Betty Crocker.

The story of him telling you about his mental breakdown when he found out gushers were made by the Betty Crocker corp flitted across your memory, making you chuckle quietly.

"What kind of stuff did you get for your birthdays?" You ask, turning your head to look at him. He had pulled his hands out of his pockets and now was reaching up to pluck a vibrantly green leaf down. He fiddled with it idly, his eyes not focused on it.

"Well…let's see. I mean, pretty basic stuff you know? When I was little, stuff like scooters and bikes. Like when those scooters with the really tiny wheels were the thing to have," he chuckles, "Then you know…as I got older game consoles and all that. We weren't rich or anything, but I was an only child." John smiles kind of sadly and you feel your stomach twist but he continues. "Once, I wanted a pet lizard but my dad thought I'd be better with a rabbit. Of course I still loved that too because I love bunnies, I named her Liv," His buckteeth emerged yet again as he smiled, lightly biting at his lower lip. The soft breeze ruffled his mess of raven locks and you couldn't stop taking him in. John is just so amazing.

"OH! I know!" he exclaimed, making you jump slightly. "What's that?" You say, not sounding interested. That doesn't phase him one bit though. "We can have a Nic Cage marathon. You grimace inwardly. "Sure dude, whatever you want," you smile lightly at him. Even though you are not starstruck by Nic Cage this is for John.

You may only get one birthday with him.

Sliding your hand over you grip his in yours. He looks down in a slightly shocked expression. "Wha-?" "Don't ruin it John, we are getting our sick romantic feels on," you squeeze his hand for emphasis. He stares at your hands for a moment and then smiles softly and leans into you and you trade hands so that you can wrap one around him and pull him into a side hug.

You two stay like that for a good while until the golden splashes turn dim and the sky has gone through pinks and is now a deep purple, setting into night.

"Let's go in Egbert, we don't want the mosquitoes getting our delicious blood," you say, standing up and pulling him with you. He smiles and you step away a bit, just simply taking his hand into yours and you both walk back towards the hospital.

(not exactly as planed but my moirail started screaming at the end so I decided this was good enough? I worked on it all week though through sun poisoning (silly me has fair fair skin and went out in the middle of the day.) but the vacation was still great)