Upon arrival, Dave got out of the car and picked up his bags, heading inside with John. He looked around, noting that the house didn't look so small from the inside. At least not to Dave, who lived in a two person apartment.

John grinned to his friend and pointed upstairs. "Um, my room is upstairs I will be right up okay? I'm going to let Dad know we're here." The glasses-clad boy made known. "Dad isn't good with people but he means well, I promise."

John giggled, setting a friendly hand on the boy's waist briefly before trotting off, little to Dave's knowledge with a giant grin across his face. There may or may not have been a blush, as well.

Dave felt his cheeks heat up a little, but he quickly shook it off. 'John isn't a homosexual. John isn't a homosexual. John isn't a homosexual.' He repeated this to himself, feeling his teeth grind together. Shit, stop that Dave you don't need braces!

Dave looked around at the pictures on the wall, curiously. He chuckled at the harlequin ones, but took the time to look over the ones of John and his dad.

John finished up talking to his father, giving the taller man a kiss on the cheek before walking back off towards the staircase. He sure hoped everything was to Dave's liking... He knew Dave wasn't really from a poor family, but it was still a Texas apartment right? He can't be used to the Suburbs yet. A part of him chuckled at the thought of streetlamps keeping Dave awake or maybe the garbage truck waking him up early in the morning.

He also gave thought to where they would be sleeping. Would it be awkward for Dave to sleep in the same bed? John certainly wouldn't mind, it would give him a chance to have pillow talk with the boy! None of his other friends he had over liked the idea of staying up all night talking, he knew Dave liked doing that. Skype talks till the sun comes up were kind of their thing.

John noticed Dave staring at the pictures on the walls. "Oh, I see you didn't even make it into the room yet." The boy chuckled. "Whatcha lookin at, bro?"

Dave jumped a little and looked back towards John, "Oh, uh, just...one of your pictures." he said, motioning to the wall with a slight jerk of his head. "So uh, show me your room Egdork." he grinned, shoving a hand in his pocket as he followed the boy upstairs.

He glanced around, taking it all in. This is what it was like to live in a house. Wow, that sounded stupid...he had an apartment which was sort of the same thing.

"It's EgBERT, numbnuts." The boy giggled and trotted ahead. "And fine, this will be your room for however long you decide to stay with us~" The boy ushered, opening the door and allowing Dave to walk in. It didn't look any different than it usually would have on webcam, although perhaps a bit cleaner than normal since John cleaned it for his visitor.

His room was clad with posters and a few pictures of him, Dave, Rose and Jade on their one or two ventures into the game demos for SBURB. That game sure did look cool, he couldn't wait for it to come out! "Why don't you get settled in Dave, we'll...probably just share my bed if that's cool?" He murmured quickly, hoping Dave wouldn't think anything of it.

Dave grinned and looked around at the pictures, noting the obsessive amount of dorky, lame movies. He couldn't help but to laugh, pushing his blonde bangs out of his face. "Shit man, you never did outgrow this lame movie phase..." he said, finally meeting his friend's eyes for the first time since they entered the room.

He could feel his face grow a dark red as he was asked if them sharing a bed was okay. Oh, fuck, it was more than ok... Dave couldn't help the mental image of his arms around John, holding him tightly against him as they slept. He shook it off and smiled lightly, "Yeah man, that's fine."

John grinned warmly and walked over to his computer. "Well good! Most of my other friends around here would have called me a gay-wad for even asking." He laughed, although honestly it did hurt a little. So what if he happened to be gay? Not that he was or anything but EVERYONE deserves to be happy. What, like being gay was an insult? Let them teach you how to clean your fingernails, scoff!

"Any who I'm going to chat with Rose for a bit, you get yourself all settled in okay?" He asked.

Dave nodded and tossed a few of his bags on the boy's bed, slipping off his shoes off. He glanced over at the boy and grinned before looking back down, "So uh- where can I set my shit? Is any corner good?" he asked, not waiting to toss his bags into one of the boy's corners. He sat on the bed cross legged and opened his recently unpacked laptop.

John giggled and turned in his seat. "Dave this is your room too, toss some shirts in my closet and use my boxers drawer, I don't care!" He laughed, typing something to respond to Rose before continuing. "I mean that okay? Don't throw your things in a corner and live out of your bags silly."

Dave had planned to do exactly that. He smirked, "oh, so I can use your boxers?" he asked, but immediately felt stupid for the joke. He felt even worse when he tried to wink at the black haired boy, before remembering he was wearing his shades. IDIOT! He jumped off the bed and started to pull some of his things out of his bags to put away.

John wasn't the wiser, just giggling at his friend's obliviousness to being able to use their room. Silly Dave. "Huh? Yeah Dave just do whatever, like I said this is OUR room." He then closed his laptop and swiveled around in his chair to watch Dave put his things away. There was something about how Dave moved around his room; it was almost timid, like he didn't want to touch things that weren't his in fear of breaking them. He wondered if his Bro had made him like that, maybe? He could only imagine how his brother would have reacted if Dave broke something of his.

John smiled as Dave continued to pack.

Dave finished and stood awkwardly in the center of the room before sitting back on the bed. He noticed that John had closed his laptop and he felt the need to do the same, if only to be polite. He set the laptop by the side of the bed and leaned against the headboard. Pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, he stared at John.

John watched Dave back silently for a few moments, not feeling awkward about this for some reason. After a while, the boy in prescription glasses smiles at the boy in ironic ones. "What would you like to do, Dave? You are the guest~" John stood up and walked to his bed, sitting beside him.

Don't say kiss, don't say kiss, don't say kiss. "Watch a movie." He blurted out as he glanced at the movies for help. Shit, kiss would have been better than this. "I uh- don't care what movie." he said, smiling lightly at the boy as he shrugged.

John blew past the awkwardness Dave seemed to be having and bounced a little on his bed. "I do LOVE movies!" John grinned before putting a hand on Dave's knee eagerly. "What should we watch!? Oh there are just so many movies- uh!" John tossed his head up in thought, squeezing Dave's knee.

Dave's breath stopped as he stared at the hand on his knee. John had his hand on his knee. He inhaled deeply when the aching his chest and throat reminded him he needed air. "U-uh any movie is fine...whatever your favorite is." he said, looking away, hoping his glasses hid the eagerness in his eyes.

John looked down and smiled at Dave. "Oh no, no you're a guest in my theater you decide." He nodded eagerly. "We have all Netflix and my shelves of films, and nights and nights of staying up late watching them- Oh my God I am so excited, Dave!"

'think of a movie that isn't con air, think of a movie that isn't con air, think of a movie that isn't-' "Con Air." he spat, groaning lightly after it came out of his mouth. Fuck, that movie sucked and he hated Nic Cage, but there was no way he could take it back now...