As promised, chapter three~

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The sounds of opening and closing of lockers rang loudly through halls of chattering students. Dave placed his Chemistry book in the locker that held nothing else but the book; being a senior was so nice.

He shut the locker to find a short, raven haired boy standing there. "Hey, Dave!" John said holding on to the straps of his backpack.

Dave nodded at him- that nod that all ironic bad asses do to each other when they greet one another.

If John could have squealed without freaking Dave out, he would have. He would have wrapped his arms around the Strider, not letting go.

Dave walked out the school doors with John following closely. "We can watch so many movies together! Oh, and eat lots'a junk food!" John said with a small bounce in his step.

"Yeah, I- we have a good selection of ironic movies; action, horror, drama. You name it," Dave said opening the passenger door of his black jeep for John.

John could have died! Dave was being so very kind to him! Much more kind than everyone else at school! He eagerly climbed into the jeep and buckled up. Once Dave shut the door, John began to take in Dave's scent- cinnamon and apples. In all honesty, it was very hard for John to describe how Dave smelled. (Essence a la Dave?)

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Once the two were inside the apartment, Dave took John on a small tour. When they approached a small hall with three doors, Dave told John that Dirk's room was off limits. John didn't care about the older Strider's room. He cared more about Dave's room- well, just Dave in general.

John took Dave's hand with no hesitation."Let's watch a movie in your room!"

"Sure," Dave said. He took his hand out of John's, and walked into his room.

John pouted a little in anger. He wanted to throw a fit and sit on the ground until Dave grabbed his hand again, but he took in a deep breath, let it out, and walked into the bedroom to find Dave knelt down in front of his DVD, CD, and Vinyl shelf. John took a seat on the bed, watching Dave.

"Horror?" Dave asked, not looking over his shoulder.

John laid down on the bed, smelling Dave's red pillow-inhaling the scent.

"Sure," John answered removing the pillow then he put it back.

"Have you ever watched Saw?" he asked.

"Nope."

Dave popped the DVD in and joined John on the bed.

Through out the movie- during the torturous parts- John giggled like a small child would if they were enjoying something innocent. It scared Dave a little. Maybe John had a kink for sadism or masochism? Dave would never know. Or so he thought.

The ending credits rolled, leaving the Strider to find a sleeping John curled close to him. A small warm sensation burned in his heart. Was it love? Attraction? He did feel pretty attracted to this strange raven haired boy.

Dave sat up, careful not to wake the boy. He examined John with curious red eyes. He knew there was no point in lying to himself that he had a thing for boys with black hair and blue eyes. He smiled softly as a yawn broke out of his laid down next to John and curled up to him. John wrapped his arms around Dave's middle like he was a teddy bear.

Sometime during the night, John woke up seeing the beautiful boy in his hold. He giggled a little manically. Shh, he told himself. He had to remain calm. He'd make sure Dave would love him. He would teach Dave to love him.

He smiled darkly at Dave. "Davey, no one will ever hurt you~ You'll be mine. Mine," he said through gritted teeth. Dave Strider would be his, and his alone.

Chapter four will be up as soon as I figure out what I'm doing~

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