I'm editing what I said, so yeah, sorry this took so long. (the bottom has more info if you already read the chapter)
Your eyes flicked open. White ceiling. That's all you could see. But that just reminded you that you were now awake, when you would much rather be sleeping. Closing your eyes and rolling over, you covered your head with the blanket and let out a loud sigh of relief. Finally, that stupid white sunlight wasn't shining through your eyelids and you could probably go back to sleep if you were lazy enough. Your brain anyway.
"Dave?" A soft voice called. Almost like it was really afraid you might hurt it. You opened your eyes to find John, pretty close to your face. Not that you mind. He was the most adorable little shit you had ever met. "Yes?" He smiled. "Do you want to go shopping with me?" You sat up and looked around "What time is it?" John checked his watch "It's almost three. You really know how to sleep huh?" He laughed a little. "Yeah. To both. I'll go with you. Kind of like a first date or something." His face went pink "Dammit Dave, now I'm going to get all self conscious. Did you have to throw it in my face this early on?" Getting out of bed, you fished around in your clothes drawer "Dude, I have nothing to wear." He rolled his eyes "Everyone says that, but they always have something to wear." You scooted over so he could join you, and he looked through. "Dude, you have nothing to wear." He looked at you "How is that even possible?" You shrugged and he stared at the drawer in horror. "I think I need to do laundry." John nodded slowly.
"There's my pants from yesterday…and I think I could…bleh, try to wear one of these shirts, but I'm not going to like it." You took a shirt from the drawer, one of the ones that wasn't a total monstrosity and went to retrieve your black pants. "Eww." You turned around to the sound of him being childish "What?" John pointed to the pants "Just put your clothes on. I just noticed you sleep in your boxers, that's gross dude." You laughed and rolled your eyes, pulling on your clothes "How old are you? You act like a 10 year old." he started to defend himself when you started putting your aviators on. "Wha- hey! I don't act like I'm 10! I act like my age, which is 15, and if I'm such a 10 year old that makes you like a pedophile or something because a 15 year old guy having a crush on, and dating a 10 year old must have something to do with that."
You threw your arm around his neck and put some weight on him "John." He groaned "What?" You smiled down at him "Shut the fuck up." You started outside, him following suit. "So, what's up? Where're we going?" John slipped his hand in yours "The mall. I don't know if any of the smaller stores have what I'm looking for, so I'm not going to waste my time." You couldn't help but smirk at what you were thinking, so might as well say it "No time with me is wasted time. As long as I'm here, you're good I think." John looked at you, he looked a little concerned, more overly confused "Dave…what did that have to do with anything?" You shrugged. "Just me bragging. How long until we get there?" John's eyes went wide "Don't you eve-" You cut him "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" He tried to put a hand over your mouth "Dave! Shut-" You slapped his hand away "Are we there yet? Hey John, John, John, are we there yet?" He was forcing a glare, but he couldn't stay mad for long, and everyone stared as you walked down the street, John leaning on your shoulder and laughing like a lunatic while you were being an annoying little shit, asking if you were there yet, slapping your knee and barely making any movement forward.
John wiped at his eyes, lifting his glasses and letting them drop back down as he took his hand away. "Okay, I think…I think I'm done laughing now." He was breathing pretty heavy from all the laughing "Yeah, me too." You agreed, removing his hand from your shoulder. He put it back, and kept it there as you walked to the mall. "Are people always going to look at us?" He asked as both of you walked through the doors. "Two hot bros like us walking down the street, radiating out good looks and being together? Hell yes they are. Maybe not always in a good way, but what does it matter? We're together and we love each other and that should be all there is to it."
John's hand was taken off and the cold air from inside the building made a chill there, his warmth leaving. "We got to go to the accessory store. Okay Dave?" You nodded in response, but you had an idea for sidetracking and fun. John took your hand and led you forward. Well that was convenient for side tracking. John led you forward, easily moving through the mass of people, but you…not so much. When men bigger than you, in many ways, would walk close enough, they'd bump your shoulder and you'd jerk into another direction, with a wobbly John getting hit to the side as well. "Dave, can you stop trying to walk away?" You growled in response.
Just on front of you was a mattress store. Taking advantage of the hand he was holding, you led him with it into the store and out of the crowd. "The mattress store? Why?" He asked as he was forcefully taken inside. "The crowd keeps bumping me, and you think I'm taking you away. Plus, think of all the fun we can have in here." John looked around "In a mattress store…what are you saying?" You roll your eyes "I'm saying I'm gonna push you on a bed and run away laughing." And with that, you pushed him onto the nearest bed and a little faster than walked away.
"Daaaaaavvve!" John quickly came after you "Dude1 You're not even laughing!" Turning around, the smile on your face was visible to him and he smiled back "Are to, fuck you very much." He chased you out the exit and back into the slightly less full halls of the mall. "Let's go to the accessory store now, I'm bored." John pushed you playfully "What a dumbass." Grabbing his hand and pushing it against his back, you led him there "Why do you have me in an arm lock?" With a shrug you found the store with your eyes and led him inside "I dunno. Because you're adorable when you can't move and complain like a little kid." John tried to kick your leg by kicking back, but he missed. "Fuck you. I don't complain."
Once inside, you let him go and he ran over to the sunglasses, looking through. "As expected." He turned it around and looked through some more. "Whatcha lookin' for?" John picked up a pair "Close your eyes." Obeying, he slid yours off and slid the others on. "Those don't look good at all. Eww." He took them off. "At least let me be the judge of that. I wouldn't trust you much, your style's a little dorky." You put the others back on, and once your eyes were open you see John, standing there with his arms crossed, a pout face, and glasses in hand. "At least I have stuff to wear, and do my laundry." He turned back to the rows of black shades.
"But dorky looks good on you, so what should it matter?" John blushed a little "Oh, thanks. I guess it shouldn't…" He smiled. "Here, just let me help you. I think you're being too picky about this." As you started to help him, he laughed out loud. "Here! Put these on!" He did not just hand you Hello Kitty glasses. "The ironic possibilities bro." Slipping them on, you looked in the mirror "Hell fucking yes. Do you know how jealous bro would be if he saw me in these? We are getting these. Not for everyday, but just for bro reasons." he gave you a weird look. Why wouldn't he? He didn't understand irony like you did, but he accepted it.
"Sick pair of aviators though." He followed your gaze. "You're right." He tiptoed to reach them "Try them out?" He handed them to you "Fuck yeah I am." A mother toting around her six year old scorned you for your language "Don't bring your kids to the mall then lady." With a "Humph." she made her way to the counter and purchased her things and leaving. John watched her leave "I don't think she could have helped bringing her kid to the mall. Plus she's older than us, so maybe she thinks you shouldn't talk like that." With the glasses on, you checked in the mirror, entertaining the conversation "Whaddya mean? You cuss too sometimes. Plus the shit ton of 13 year olds out there. At least we're 15."
Going up to the counter Dave pulled out his wallet and paid for the glasses. "So what are you planning to do with the other ones?" John asked once you were outside and heading towards his house. "Wrap them in something small and out them a junk drawer. At least they'll be safe there. I mean, childhood mementos and shit. Gotta keep this safe right?" John smiled and enveloped your arms in a hug. "Totally. Quality keeps right there." Looking down at him, you couldn't help but smile. Definitely something that had become more frequent after all the mental strain you had gone through for 2 months, waiting for him to accept you, like you back, or something.
"It's pretty dark out now huh?" He asked, an almost unnoticeable nervousness to his voice. "Yeah, I guess." He didn't say anything for a long time, until you were close to his house. "Why don't you…uh…spend the night? It's not safe for you to walk home alone in the dark, especially when you still don't know this place too well." He was blushing, but it was understandable, you knew what he was doing here. "Wouldn't want to get kidnapped or something, but some idiot pedo with a beer belly, I see where you're coming from." he jumped like a chihuahua or something when you caught on "Exactly!" Still hugging your arm, he led you to the door and unlocked it, leading the two of you inside, a huge smile on his face.
I'm also sorry that the next chapter is taking so long. I have a massive case of writers block, and I'm just...ugh, you know?