(A/N: Pfftttt all these P.O.V changes. . .)
Dave:
Things were much more comfortable, now that you had time to adjust to all the stupid couple things that were involved with well…being a couple.
The only thing not comfortable, was all the silence in your house. The silence your house was constantly full of.
Picking up your iphone and pushing the 2 button, it started to ring. Once, twice, cancelled? "What the -" Missed the call, that was understandable, just wait a bit and call back, chat, talk, whatever. Cancelled. Now that was a whole 'nother ball game.
The whole thing was a bit suspicious in a way, so you took another try and it happened again. Something told you to try one last time. You don't know what, and you had a second thought about it, but this was one strong ass force, and thus, you called for a third time.
The only trouble was, the 'welcome' you got was far from welcoming. "Dave come on! STOP CALLING! YOU TALK TOO MUCH AND I'M NEVER GOING TO HEAR THE END OF IT IF I BE NICE TO YOU. THIS HEADACHE IS THE PITS, JUST UGH!"
And just like that, he hung up.
Your heart tightened in your chest and you fell over onto your side. For once, you had no idea what to say, but plenty to do.
John:
Damn it Dave. If only he wasn't so persistent all the time, maybe you wouldn't have had to be such a jerk.
Okay, yeah, that was understatement. Maybe you wouldn't have had to be such an asshole. There we go.
Maybe an overstatement, but they were your description choices and I you deemed yourself an asshole, so that's all there was to it, besides apologies.
You could hear a sudden knocking "Dad! Get the fucking door!" The knocking stopped. "Language John!" You rolled over "Sorry!" The pillow suppressed this awful throbbing, but your brain pounded against your skill was still no party.
"Sorry it took me so long but I kind of suck at making decisions and there were a lot of things to choose from…" The door clicked shut, followed by the sound of a jostling plastic bag. His voice was soft. He must not have meant to knock so loud, it might have just happened. "I would've brought Tylenol, but apparently that could make you go into a seizure and I don't want that, so I just brought little donuts and soda…"
You couldn't help but laugh and smile at him "Little donuts…" He smile sighed with relief and set the bag down to prevent any further noise.
"I'm sorry I called so much, but you should really pester me next time so I don't piss you off and look like some clingy dumbass…you're makin' me look like my brother here." You raised an eyebrow at him. "We'll talk about that another day."
You scooted over and motioned for him to join you. Putting an arm around your neck and letting your head rest on his shoulder, Dave's fingers began to stroke your hair. "Your hair is even more fucked up than usual. What have you been doing all day?" You stared at the hand he had on your thigh.
"Suffering and trying to sleep." A loud yawn escaped your lips and Dave chuckled. "Close your eyes." Obeying, your room went from colorful to dark.
"I'm sorry I was such an asshole earlier. Then you came over being so nice…I kinda want to cry…but now I'm too tired."
Dave's hand kept stroking your hair. "Hey, feel free to fall asleep like this. No arguments on my end." You snuggled closer "Well good, 'cause that's exactly what's happening."
Dave:
The last thing you remember was kissing his forehead as he fell asleep and falling asleep a bit after him. When you woke up, you patted your chest. Wait, that wasn't right. You were supposed to be patting, soft and oh-so-messy head of John Egbert, why was your hand making contact with the warm fabric of your shirt?
Sitting up quickly, you spotted him sitting in his computer chair, staring blankly out the window. "Hey Egderp." He looked over as a tear fell onto his lap "Hey Dave."
Did he still have a headache? Did he have a seizure or something while you were sleeping? Also, why was he crying? "John?"
He smiled a little bit, but it feel with the next tear. "It's really stupid…you're gonna say so too when I tell you…because when you breakup with someone-" Breakup? Breakup? As in, the two of you? "Whoa, wait, breakup, why?"
Despite being more worried than anything, you realized your face might give off the impression you were mad. "I'm scared that….that you're gonna-" he sniffed and took off his glasses to wipe his eyes. "Get stressed out and worried.."
With a heavy heart you started to speak "Dating someone is like half way marrying them. I signed up for whatever emotional shit I go through and not helping you would make me seem like a giant douche who just wanted you for your bod or something. I care and that's why if I worry, I'm gonna worry. If you break up with me, what's that going to even do? Huh John? If I do get stressed or worried, it's only going to magnify if you don't answer my calls, don't hang out with me, whatever, because I care about you. I'm at home all the time with my bro, my house is quiet and we never talk to each other and then I got with you and I don't want to just give that up."
He was crying even more now, body wracking with sobs. Quickly getting off the bed, you enveloped him in a strong embrace. "I'm sorry I just…" Your hands made small circles in his back "I know, I get it but you gotta stop…"
There was a big wet spot on your shirt, but it was worth it. "Don't do anything crazy or stupid." His lips curled into a smile. "I won't." and you smiled back at him.
If you could, you would have, because you really wanted to, spent the night, but there was school the next day and you didn't have clothes to change into.
John gave you one last hug before you were in your way home. Only, his dad stopped you on your way down the porch steps "I can't say I approve, because I just found out, but as far as I know, you're a good boyfriend, now get home before it's too late."