A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I'm. So. Sorry.

"So where do you wanna go?" I asked Dave as we buckled our seatbelts.

"You pick," Dave answered as he relaxed back into his seat.

"Okay, hmm…" I tapped the steering wheel as I thought for a minute. "I guess we can just go see a movie?"

"Is there even a movie theatre here? I thought Maple Syrup Happy Fun Town is just all lakes and trees and shit."

"Dave, it's Maple Valley."

"Same thing, Egderp." He flashed me one of those quick but beautiful smiles that seemed to disappear too quickly.

I rolled my eyes at him and started the car. "No, we don't have a movie theatre here, but there's a good one in Kent which is only about fifteen minutes away." I pulled out of the driveway carefully and started towards our now set destination.

Dave just sat quietly –wait, quiet? Is that really Dave in the passenger's seat?—and searched the radio stations for something to listen to.

"You got any CDs in here?" he asked after a few minutes of failed station surfing.

"Yeah, my dad said he took the stuff I had in his car and put it in here. There should be a box labelled 'CDs' in the backseat knowing him."

Dave leaned around his seat and quickly found the box in question. He placed it on his lap and opened it. "Holy shit, John. You said a few. This counts as at least a shitload."

I waved my hand at him dismissively. "Details."

It was probably Dave's turn to roll his eyes now, but I wouldn't know due to his shades and my concentration on the road –not that there was any doubt about the matter though.

"At least your taste in music is a million times better than your taste in movies," he commented, clearly impressed. I just rolled my eyes at him yet again. He rummaged through the box, debating out loud with himself which to choose. He finally decided on Gorillaz' D-Sides album and put it in. "68 State" started blaring through the car.

I smiled. "Good choice. Also, do you realize how adorable it is when you argue with yourself? Like damn."

"It's not arguing, John. It's called having a creative discussion between one genius mind."

I chuckled at him and we sang along to the next few songs until we got to the theatre.

Picking a movie wasn't as difficult for me as it was for Dave. There was a new Nic Cage movie out. What were the odds? (No, seriously, I had no idea he had a new movie out.) It took a lot of convincing on my end, but Dave eventually agreed to see it, saying "It's not like I'll be watching the movie anyway" whatever that means!

After we got our tickets and snacks, we still had about 15 minutes until the movie was to start, so we sat on one of the benches in the lobby and ate popcorn.

Well, Dave watched me eat popcorn, that is.

After a few minutes of this, I stopped and put the popcorn down. "Dave, why are you just staring at me?"

"Because damn, Egbert. Have you seen yourself eat? That shit's so adorable even shit couldn't handle it and had to quit its job."

"Wow, you really are a lot lamer in person than on the internet," I chuckled at him. "But it's cute and I like it."

Dave gave me one of his genuine smiles and leaned over, pressing his lips to mine. I circled my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and I kissed him back happily, not really giving a shit we were in public. The kiss was far too sweet and soft to really care about anything else.

That is, until I felt popcorn hit the back of my head as someone shouted "Get a room, faggots!"

We broke from the kiss and Dave's face went into a scowl as he looked at the scene behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Chris and Julian, two assholes from my school who liked to bully me, standing just a few feet away from us.

"See, I told you Beaver Boy's a faggot," Julian told Chris.

"Ha, I bet those teeth of yours get in the way when sucking dick, Beaver Boy," Chris sneered at me, walking closer.

Dave immediately removed his hands from my waist and stood up between me and the two of them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dave asked them threateningly.

"We're just talking to our buddy over here," Julian piped in. "Calm down."

"Buddy?" Dave turned to me. "John, are these jerks friends of yours?"

"Of course not." I glared at the two douchebags behind Dave. "These are the two guys who beat me up all the time."

Dave went straight-faced and turned back around to them. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Soon enough, Dave was walking back into the lobby after dragging Chris and Julian outside to fight. There was no sign of the other two and as Dave got closer, I could tell he was unharmed. Just as predicted. He took my hand once he reached me and grabbed our shared soda. I carried our popcorn as we walked to our designated theatre.

"God, I'm glad you're graduating soon and getting away from those assholes," Dave said as we reached the slightly-dimmed room.

"It's not that bad," I shrugged. "I can hold my own in a fight. At least there's a little over a month left until graduation."

Dave nodded and led me to the very back row where we took the first two seats. He put his arm around me—without even using one of those cheesy moves, whoa—as we pretended to watch the previews for a minute.

"You know what you're gonna do yet?" Dave suddenly asked.

I gave him a confused look. "About what?"

"After graduation, I mean," he clarified. "Any plans yet? I know last time we brought it up you still weren't sure."

"Hm…" I thought about it for a moment. "Well, I know I want to go to school for teaching music."

"What school?"

"I applied for a bunch of them not too long ago. I'm just waiting for letters now."

Before Dave could say anything else, the movie started and the lights went out. The room went silent as the opening sequence began.

The movie ended up being your standard Cage flick. It was pretty good. At least in my opinion. Dave was unimpressed. But I could tell he was barely paying attention to it. I'd snuck a few glances at him throughout the movie and had caught him watching me instead of the screen.

After the movie I bought us lunch at a local diner. I ordered a big plate of fish and chips with a huge milkshake while Dave only got a dainty burger. He insisted upon it since I was paying and I insisted upon sharing my milkshake with him. We both won that one.

With full stomachs, we continued on to an arcade where we stayed for the remainder of the afternoon.

When we got home, it was already six and my dad was still at work.

Which meant we had the house to ourselves.

A/N: Wow I'm so sorry this took me so long to get up. There's just been a lot going on and I've been stressed and unmotivated. But I'll try harder to finish this up I promise. I'm not sorry where I left this chapter off at though.