You eyed the phone. That little bastard made you so nervous. You had already looked up the number, lost the paper, looked it up again and memorized John's father's cell number. The only problem being too shy to call and ask to go over. Wow, nice 2 months and 4 days of friendship building you'd done. You were actually good friends. He left behind the douche when he realized how messed up your face had gotten from being punched. And when he first noticed, that was pretty sensual way to have touched your face. John's lightly sun touched hand, making its toward your face, barely grazing it. Such a gentle touch, and his hands were cool, a relief to the slightly swollen and heated skin around your eyes, one more reason your glasses were more important than ever. It was still a blush worthy moment for the both of you, and much to your dismay he recoiled his hand quite quickly. "Sorry, that was weird huh?" You nodded and just like that, the whole thing was dropped.
"Screw it." You picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rung a few times. Then a few more times, on what you assumed to be the last ring before it went to voicemail, a voice answered the phone "You're an unknown number. Why are you calling my cell phone?" The words were caught in your throat, and he didn't seem too happy. Clearing it, they spilled forward, perhaps a bit too fast. "I'm the friend of Egber- I mean John's. He's spent the night at my house that one night during spring break. Dave Strider." His tone softened a little "I should program this in then. So why were you calling?" There was no reason to stand up the whole times, so you plopped down into the computer chair "I wanted to know if it was okay if I went over there to see him. That's all." There was a loud crash from the other side of the line "Goodness, well, I'm not home at the moment, but I think it should be okay. There's a spare key under in the underside of the turtle on the porch. Just take it out and unlock the door, but before you leave, be sure to put it back, I'll be checking when I get home." You agreed to do as he instructed and told bro your were going over there.
As you walked up the front porch steps, you caught sight of the turtle almost immediately. Picking it up, you slid open the little compartment cover and pulled out a single silver key. With it in hand, you inserted it into the doorknob and turned until the click. It seemed like you should take everything gentle. Like how you turned the doorknob slowly, and firmly, and when you closed it, you didn't let it slam like at your house. It was a little loud, but it was mostly a muffled 'click' and then the door was shut and you were inside. Yeah, wow. Way to walk into a house when you had no idea what the interior layout was, and potentially getting lost. The only guide you had was semi-loud music coming from upstairs. The rails were shiny, his dad must be hella tighty for a shine that bright. The music was getting louder as you got closer, but so was the voice of who could only be John. His voice…okay, this needed to be recorded. You weren't going to do anything, you promised to yourself…but this was way too much. He was moaning and whining, calling out your name. "Ngh…f-fuck Dave! F-faster, please, oh god…" It was killing you. You had to see this. What did he look like right now? Was he the stripper kind? Or the kind that just popped the button, spread the legs and let 'er rip? Oh Jesus fuck, you looked down, how had you managed this far? You hadn't even started to get hard, thank whatever may be helping you in this part of your life.
He was getting louder too. "Dave, shit Dave, oh, ngh…" Damn his panting and repeated call of your name. It had to be done. And even if it didn't, a compelling force led you to open the door. He didn't even notice either! You could see him there. His face was red, it looked like he had a small layer of sweat, but no wonder, the guy was wanking up a storm! His face was contorted in ecstasy and his torso was supported by his pillows, his hand slipped into his pants, which were pulled down to reveal his junk, and that's when the size note was taken.
His head turned to the left (for John) side as one hand reached for the nightstand and the other finished him off, quickly John worked to clean it up, still panting to calm his breath. The rag was thrown under the bed and he pulled up the fabric to buttoned up his pants. "John I thought you said you weren't homosexual." His eyes got big behind his glasses as his head turned to the right to look at you. "Dave?! Holy shit! Did you just see that?!" You nodded a bit and he dug under, curling himself up in his big blanket, ready to just die. Now John was literally just a big ass blanket burrito and refused to come undone. "Just let me suffocate! I don't deserve to live anymore!" His voice was muffled and all you could do was laugh. Everything he was saying was incomprehensible. "Dude, I can't understand a word you're saying." You attempt to unroll him, but he's seemed like an incurable burrito boy.
"Egbert, get out of the blanket. There's some shit you have to tell me." John rolled over. You had tried to unwrap the wrong side…whoops. A small section of blanket moved out of the way, and his face was visible, John's glasses looking particularly big with such little room. "I'm sorry Dave…" His voice was almost an inaudible whisper. You used one hand to shoosh pap his head. "You don't have to be…actually, that was hot…but I thought you said you weren't like that." He was being shifty eyed and looking away. "I…actually, am. But…" He squirmed a little and sat up. "I kind of have some problems…and it's stupid. So I don't want to get close to a bunch of people if something actually happened. Because, sometimes they get really worried when you tell them you have seizures and then, if they become your friend or whatever…then they see you have these really bad migraines and they get so worried about you, but you kind of know you're going to be okay because you've lived with it for awhile and you know, but it's still epilepsy and there's so many ands Dave…there are just so many ands…" You wrapped your arms around your crying burrito friend. "John, when you love someone it shouldn't matter if they have problems. You should love them no matter what. Like those people with DS babies. Just because you're baby has some problems, doesn't mean you love your baby any less than a baby that's normal. Down Syndrome is serious shit. They can't help it. You might not have been able to either, but still."
John's eyes were blue and glittery "I've known you for like, 2 months now…and that's probably the only useful thing you've ever said. "Hey. That's not nice." He smiled weakly. "So, what is it? Like, exactly. What do you have exactly…?" You asked pulling him closer "Temporal Lobe Epilepsy. Just, tonic and then clonic seizures. With headaches and blank stares…" John wasn't tense anymore, he just sunk into your hug, but it was still a little funny he had to be head to toe in a blanket wrap. "So…you lied about the kiss then?" You could feel him nod. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to date me, not if you didn't know the truth. Do you even still want to date me?" He was looking up at you, big blue eyes, a hopeful expression and you took advantage of how smoochable he looked by pressing your lips together for the second time ever. "Can you come out of your burrito now? You look like a such a derp." He laughed and unwrapped. It seemed like everything was held closed from inside, that way only he could get himself out. "We are going to take this slow right?" Lines and boundaries, your rules, bro's rules, school's rules. "Yeah, better not to rush right?" John smiled and wrapped his arms around the small of your waist in a sideways hug. "We should make a list or something. Like, small kisses, kind of longer kisses, long kisses, and then make-outs."
Well he was fast at organizing. "Hand me that notepad from the nightstand." John reached over and handed it to you, giving you a pen as well, and you wrote down what he told you to. "Let me see." You handed it to him and he looked it over with a nod. "Your handwriting sucks Dave." You rolled your eyes "Whatever. I had one arm around you, why else would it be so bad?" John broke your grip and told you to rewrite it. "Here, now write like you mean it then." He handed you back the items and you rewrote them, showing off when you were done. "It's better." You smiled as if to laugh at him "But you still suck. How does your teacher even read this?" He was laughing at you "She probably doesn't. She just pulls out a stamper, and boosh, F. Next one." You had him rolling on the bed, laughing like crazy. "You're just doomed to fail, but it doesn't matter because you don't try very much, I've seen you in 8th period dude, you never pay attention."
When John's laughter died, you laid down next to him. "No, I did." He looked at you, "Just never to the teacher." You smiled at him "You were never really going to give up, were you?" You shook your head and pulled him closer. "Snuggles aren't on the list Dave." With a roll of the eyes, your arm let him go and you laid there staring at the ceiling. "Nah, you're too much everything right with the world." John squinted at you "What does that even mean?" How dense "It means I think you're perfect." He shook his head, closing his eyes "No I'm not, but thank you." but then he tried to scoot closer to you "Snuggles aren't on the list Egderp." He sighed really loud to show his discontent, but you weren't going to budge. If he wanted to play romance cop, you were going to show him you weren't a force to be reckoned with and could do the job just, if not more, easily than he could. "Do you have any videogames or something we could play?"
John started to move beside you and caught you totally off guard by laying across you, his stomach touching yours. "C'mon Daaaavvve! Just let me snuggle." he whined. Sitting up you forced him to roll over, and he landed in your lap. "John. You're 15, stop acting like this." He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Nhmm." You pushed your point finger onto his tongue and it recoiled from your touch "Eww! Gross Dave, what the heck?" John may have seemed grossed out, but his face was getting pink "Hey, just be happy I didn't touch your tongue with my tongue." Now noticeably more so "Yeah…heh, because no one would want that."
Outside the window the sun was starting to go down. "Crap, I got to get home before it gets too dark, what time is it?" He checked his watch "Fifteen 'till 9." You nudged him a little so he would get out of your lap. "I need to put this key back, and get home, I'm sorry I'm just leaving you like this, your dad's not even home yet." John glanced out the window "Yeah, that's kind of weird. It's okay. Don't sweat it, I'm cool here by myself." He was blushing, probably thinking about what you had walked in on. "Quick kiss goodbye?" He asked, a shy look on his face. It really was quick. Because, with only 15 minutes, and that time having gone down, to what could only be 10 minutes now, you had to hustle to get home.
John locked the door as you shoved the key back into the turtle and ran home, and you can swear, your feet barely hit the ground, clearly they had to, or else you wouldn't move any further forward, but you didn't feel it. Running up the steps, and through the door you burst into the apartment. Had you actually done it? You looked around nervously. No sign of bro…just one step, and he was right in front of you "You're a minute and a half late." Your foot stomped in anger "It's a minute and a half! Bro! Come one! Let me slide for once! Plus it's Saturday night, what's so goddamn important that I have to follow the curfew? I still have Sunday."
He stared down at you. You had a pretty good argument, but he was your legal guardian, if you were given a curfew you should follow it. He flicked your forehead and told you to scram, and you happily went to your room. It was a pretty easy guessing game if the question was "Who's going to sleep like a big, happy 15 year old baby tonight?"
My perception of the story literally started falling apart near the end. I am so sorry. I kind of wanted to not leave off on an informational chapter because if you had Googled one of the words, the plot would have been given away...ahaha, that was a half assed laugh. I dunno, it's 6:44. I'm going to sleep.