Remember how I said I'd eventually write one of these from Dave' pov? Well here it is. I went through several E words and this one stood out to me
Euphoria
Being with John is like breathing for the first time. Like all your life you'd been half dead and suddenly you're alive again and it's all because he touched your hand. You love every little thing about him and it makes you sick sometimes how much you love this one person. Without him you aren't sure what you would do. You'd probably still be drifting through life meaninglessly. It terrifies you how much you need him and how much you rely on him to give your life meaning. But then he smiles and you forget every insecure thought that was running through your head. Because for some reason he's yours and you're the only one who can reach out and cup his cheek with your hand and kiss those glorious buck teeth.
Sometimes when you're watching a movie on the couch he'll lean against your chest and you can feel every breath he takes pushing against you. You hold your breath just to feel his chest rise and fall until you can't hold it in any longer and you let out a long puff of hair ruffling his black hair. He's shorter than you by a bit, enough for you to need to bend down to kiss him. When he stands on his toes just to give you a kiss it makes your heart throb but you'd never let him know that. He'd think you were teasing him over his height. Maybe you are. You love that he's shorter than you because it makes you feel like this protector. Not that he needs one. More often than not he's the one standing up for you and defending your honor.
The first time you saw him you knew that he had to be a part of your life in any form he deemed acceptable. Even if that meant being his best friend, watching him marry someone else and holding his children that would call you Uncle Dave. You could handle all of that as long as he still stood by your side and smiled at you when you were sad.
The first time you kissed him it was at a party and you had both been drinking. You were still sober enough to know you were taking advantage of his drunken state to test the waters. But he was clinging to your side and pointing out girls he thought liked you and you couldn't help yourself. You kissed him, short and sweet and innocent, and you planned to follow it with a lighthearted comment about him being your best friend. Because friends can kiss just because, can't they? But before you can say anything he grabs you by the collar, drags you through the house, out the back door and behind the big tree draped in lights. He pushes you against the trunk, rises to his tippy toes and drags you down into a lovely sloppy kiss that only lasts a moment before he's looking into your eyes and whispering "finally".
After that you began to cling to him more than you intended. So much so that you feared you'd scare him away but he loved it and encouraged it. He wants you to want him and that's just fine. You hold his hand while walking across campus and wrap your arms around him while he chats with friends. You want to be with him always and thanked whoever was listening when he asked to move in. That weekend you'd moved him out of his dorm, because he couldn't wait until the end of term, and that night you'd had sex on the bed that now belonged to the both of you.
Every part of you lights on fire when he touches you and he knows it. He drags his fingers down your spine while at parties and leans against your side when he feels like you aren't paying attention to him. He's become such a big part of you that you're afraid you'll lose yourself in him but maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all. And you sometimes wonder if your desire for him is unhealthy but you just don't care because being with him is everything. Being with John is like waking up and finding that your life before was just a bad dream. There's only one word that comes to mind when you think of him. Euphoria. John is euphoria.
It's shorter than I planned but I don't want it to be any longer than this. I'll try to make my next Dave fic longer.