Dave's POV
John just sat there silently. "I shouldn't have just distanced myself from you." I scrunched my eyes closed and put my hands on my face. "I'm so sorry, John. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Dave…" I looked up at him. "I'm sorry too…" He was crying. "I missed you so much."
"John I-"
"I forgive you." I stared at him in disbelief then slowly stood up and walked over to him, hugging him tightly but not tight enough to hurt him.
"Thank you." I whispered.
After about a minute, I put our plates in the sink and put his sandwich in a zip lock bag for later. We kind of had a better understanding for each other after that. It was totally rad. I felt comfortable enough around John to not wear my shades all the time. He was only the third to see my eyes, the other two being Bro and Jade. Bro raised me, so he obviously had seen them, though I hadn't ever seen his. It took me a long time to gather the guts to show Jade, but she thought they were cool.
I was born like this. Red eyes and basically white hair. My bro taught me to not show my emotions. He fought with me a lot to teach me to be strong. I got my first pair of shades as a small child, and I've worn some ever since. I did have pointy anime-esque shades, but when I turned 13, John sent me aviators. I decided that I liked them better, and I've done a pretty good job of making sure they don't get broken. I've rarely taken them off either, only when showering or sleeping.
Later that night while sitting on the couch and watching T.V. John turned to me. "Dave, why do you wear sunglasses all the time?"
I thought for a moment. "Because I'm a freak, and the world doesn't like freaks." He reached over and turned my face towards him then leaned back to his previous position.
"I don't think you're a freak. They're cool." I looked back at the television. John had insisted that we watch Con Air. Nic Cage had just tried to get off the plane.
"…You're too much like Jade…"
"Well we did happen to be twins."
"Can I… see her bedroom?" It was an odd request, but I wanted to see as much of her environment as possible. It would remind me of when she was alive and would laugh at my crappy jokes when we skyped. When we would blow each other kisses through our computers. When we were happy… I missed her.
John stood up. "Yeah. Come on." We walked up the stairs and to the left. "Here it is. I haven't gone in there since… You know."
"Yeah, I know." I went in and turned on the light to be bombarded by the color green and pictures of science things and frogs on the walls. I sat on her bed and moved a hand over the atom-patterned bedspread. It smelled nice in there. "Is this what she smelled like?"
John took a step in. "Yeah. She smelled just like this."
I plopped over on the bed and took a deep breath. "It's nice. It's almost like I'm sitting right next to her. Just chillin."
"I guess it is, isn't it?" John left, and I heard a door down the hall open and shut.
I laid on Jade's bed for a little longer then got up to find John. When I thought I had found the right door, I knocked. "John? You in there?" I heard sniffles. "John?" I opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't that he was crying, I expected that, it was his room. I mean, it was clean and all, but there were words written all over everything in bright blue paint. All of his posters of crappy movies, his game posters, even bare spots of wall were covered with words. They said things like loser, pathetic, and worthless. They all said terrible things.
"Did you do this, John?" He wasn't paying attention to me. "John!" His head snapped back to look directly at me. I spoke in a quiet yet stern voice. "Did. You. Do. This?" I felt like it was all my fault. I needed to make him feel better. He's basically Jade, and I wouldn't want her to feel this way. Then I realized something. John really is pretty much Jade. The only difference was some chromosomes. They basically had the same DNA. John was basically Jade. This made me switch perspectives. I needed to save Jade. I couldn't save her before, but I could now… with John. John. Jade.
"I'm sorry." I sighed and sat on the floor next to him. I pulled him into a gentle hug for some comfort. I wanted him to quit crying. He needed to man up a little.
"Shhhhh. It's ok Ja-John." I had just barely caught myself. He didn't seem to notice my slip-up. Good. That was good.
I waited until he had regained his composure then let him go and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go eat something then go to bed. You need it."
"But, Dave, I don't want anything to eat."
"You're gonna eat, John, even if I have to shove something down your throat." I pulled him downstairs and made some more sandwiches. I made him eat a whole one. I didn't let him leave the table until it was all gone. It took him about 5 minutes to give in. It took him another 45 minutes to finish it.
We walked upstairs and went into our respective bedrooms after saying goodnight. It was going to be a difficult two weeks simply due to the fact that it had only been one day, but I felt rather unwilling to leave. I drifted into a deep sleep with a subtle smirk pulling at my lips.
A/N *laughs for twenty years because I did it anyways*
