John's eyes widened. His expression brightened as he pulled away and let Dave's hands go before examining the eyes eagerly. His features dropped, however, and he was only left with a confused frown. What exactly...was he supposed to be seeing here?

"Um...Dave, what's wrong with them?

Dave winced, that fucking hurt. What WAS wrong with him. He'd been trying to figure that out since the first day of school. "Fuck, uh, i don't know… They're just...a freak show." he muttered, swallowing hard, dryly. Fuck this...he should have known John would be like the rest.

John shook his head and inspected further. "Do you think they're too big? I think they're normal sized." He frowned and sat back to look at them both, completely puzzled all the same. "I'd hardly call them freak-show worthy, Dave, there's nothing weird about them at all. They're just eyes."

The red eyed boy stared at the oblivious male sitting next to him. "Are...are you being fucking serious or are you fucking with me?" he asked a little angrily. How could he be so oblivious? Did he just know a few fucking people with the same colored eyes? Dave would love to meet them if that was the case.

"I'm...not fucking in any sort of way Dave. What is wrong with your eyes? I dont see anything! It's kind of a lot of hype for nothing honestly; you made them SUCH a big deal." John sat back, crossing his arms. "Frankly I think they're kind of sexy, uh, no homo, just, they kinda have a shine to them." John shrugged, questioning his word choice more than the fact that Dave's eyes were a strange color.

Dave's cheeks flushed to a color similar to his eyes. "Uh, hello? Sexy? They're fucking red. Do you know anyone else with fucking red eyes? Cause if so, i'd LOVE to meet them John." he deadpanned, shaking his head. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

John frowned and tilted his head. "Oh... Yeah I guess they are red, huh?" The boy shrugged, smiling a bit. "Dave they arent that bad, I mean, sure they're different but I stand by what I said. They're really...pretty."

His names had been called lots of names Weird, a freak show, unnatural, but never, NEVER, had they been called pretty or anything of the sort. Dave looked away, putting his shades back on, feeling like he should. What if John was lying and playing cool. Maybe he really hated Dave...everyone else did. He inhaled, "So, uh..." he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Are...you okay?" John asked quietly. "I mean... You've always kept your eyes a secret and you finally showed someone, and that's all you've got to say?" He didnt mean that to sound rude, but he was confused. The boys red eyes were why he was so self conscious? It was just a deficiency in pigments or something right?

"I'm fine, uh...maybe we should get some sleep." he said, hoping that would be enough to drop the current conversation. He wouldn't sleep anytime soon, he never slept well. He grinned lightly, "You're gonna show me the town tomorrow, right?" he chuckled lightly.

John watched Dave for a moment with a concentrated look on his face, blinking before smiling in return and nodding. "Yeah sure Dave, if that's what you wanna do." The boy laughed quietly, taking off his glasses and setting them aside on the bedside table. "Uh, while we're telling secrets, I kind of have a sleeping disorder." He shrugged. "I have medicine but it's gross, so it takes me a while to fall asleep. Dont worry if I'm awake staring at the ceiling or something okay?" He lay himself down and got comfortable

Fuck, that might mean this would be awkward. He nodded; laying down after the light was turned off. He pulled off his shades setting them on the bedside table and closed his eyes, exhaling lightly. He could feel John next to him and the though made him smile...hell, he even felt kinda tired. He rolled over, curling into John, yawning.

John spent a while looking at the ceiling like most every night, but unlike every night, eventually, when he was sure Dave was asleep, he rolled over onto his side and watched the boy sleep. Was it creepy? Yeah, probably. Did John give a smuppets ass? Nope, not really. He was so peaceful, for once. Normally he was always a little stoney feeling, depsite his hardest efforts to look cool and relaxed. He kind of liked this Dave Strider, the one he was warming up to.

John readjusted himself so he could sleep facing Dave, and he found that sleeping beside someone else... actually seemed to calm his overactive mind enough to sleep. He closed his eyes and began to drift into a dream-filled sleep for the first time in a long time.

Dave and John are sitting on the roof of the apartment complex. The hot Texas sun is beating down against the two small bodies side by side. Dave's pale fingers and intertwined with John's somewhat tanner ones, and for a few moments, Dave felt happy. He smiled contently as the two boys lovingly stare out at the sun setting before them on the rooftop. It was the ultimate romantic moment, Dave thought. Like in the movies, when the guy turn and kisses the girl because the timing was right. Dave contemplated this for a few seconds before John pulls them away, and he then begins to talk to Dave. His mouth is moving, but for whatever reason, Dave can't hear anything.

"What?" Dave asks, furrowing his brow. This continues for a while until the raven haired boy's words become clear and coherent to Dave.

"You're a freak, Dave."

The spoken words ring in Dave's ears, unable to even feel betrayed before he is suddenly falling off of the roof, staring up at the disappearing John atop the roof, frowning and shaking his head as the red-eye boy falls. He falls and falls, lowering deeper into a dark abyss and is still falling. Just…falling. He is alone, and scared. The words still ring in his ears...

"You're a freak, Dave…You're a freak…Freak…"

Dave sits up with a start, letting out a small cry. Sweat drips from his face and neck. He pants hard, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. 'You're a freak Dave.' The words echo in his mind, and he finds he has to hold back his tears. Fuck.