With Eyes to Hear and Hands to Speak

Chapter 4: Of Pancakes and Doctor Who

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Dave's POV

I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't let Egbert see them and flip his shit. Instead, I reached my arm over and felt around for my shades on the nightstand. Once I was sure I had found them, I put them on and opened my eyes.

Everything was brighter than I was used to, and completely blurry. I could not see shit.

I quickly closed my eyes and took off John's glasses, trading them out for what were actually my shades, and opening my eyes once again. I looked over and saw that John was still asleep and that he had wrapped his arms around me and was refusing to let go.

'God dammit Egbert, I'm gonna piss on myself. And you.' I struggled against his iron grip, but holy shit this kid was strong. I was tempted to slap his face, but I doubted that it would do anything. Plus, he looked so adorable. Too bad he was 'not a homosexual'.

I, on the other hand, am extra homo. Hella gay, all the way. I'm about as straight as a goddamn rainbow. Gayer than a rainbow slinky.

John started to loosen his grip and sort of move around. 'Is he waking up? God, I hope so, I really gotta piss.' He sat up and blinked a couple of times as I handed him his glasses.

*Morning sleeping beauty. How'd you sleep?* He stretched and yawned before answering. "S'alright. You?" His morning voice was slurred and I thought it was adorable.

*Pretty good. Would've been nice if I could've moved when I woke up, though. You're surprisingly strong.* I smirked a bit as he blinked in confusion.

When he had processed what I had said, he blushed and said, "Sorry." I waved my hand to signal that it was alright.

*Now, of you don't mind, I really gotta piss.*

When I came out, John went in and started the shower, which gave me enough time to make pancakes. I saw him come downstairs as I was working on the last few. He just kinda stopped and started at me with his eyebrows raised.

*I didn't know you could cook.* John said, while I set them down on the table.

*It's either that, or I eat nothing but pizza and doritos. Which gets old really fast.* I told him.

*So, your brothers can't cook?*

*Well Bro can make some pretty good spaghetti, but Dirk can barely boil water. What about you?*

*I can... bake. Sort of.*

*Sort of?* I was confused. How the hell do you 'sort of' know how to bake? It's like 'sort of' knowing how to tie your shoe.

*I mean, I can, but I don't like to. All my dad gets is Betty Crocker, which I hate. Jane loves it though, so I just let them bake together.* He shrugged and shoved a pancake in his mouth. Not like, he took a bite, no. He shoved an entire fucking pancake in his mouth. It was huge too.
((A/N: YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP HOLY SHIT))

I raised an eyebrow as Jane came downstairs. She looked surprised at the stack of pancakes on the table. She pointed to them and asked me, "Who made these?" I raised my hand. "You can cook?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, *Why is everyone so surprised?*

She held up her hands in surrender. "Sorry. You just don't seem like the type to cook."

*It's cool. Do you want some?* She shook her head.

"No, I'm actually about to le-" she was interrupted by a car horn outside. She went to the window and shouted out, "I'm coming Roxy, calm down!"