Young Volcanoes || DaveJohn AU

Awkward

SURPRISE MÔTHERFÛCKERS DOUBLE CHAPTER DAY

Your name is Dave Strider and you are not listening to a word this kid is saying. His eyes are just...beautiful. Every time he angles his head, you swear the twinkle. Their intense blue color leaves you in a trance as he babbles on about some book he read. He seems to be asking you a question now...shit.

"Why do you wear sunglasses all the time? I mean, I know you have albinism, but why wear these all day?" He points to your shades. You just shrug. "Here." He stands up and turns off the light and shuts the blind. "Now, you can take them off without hurting your eyes!" This kid is too damn cute.

"Sorry, the shades stay on." You tap the edge of the shades.

"Come on, I wanna see what your eyes look like! I heard that people with albinism have really pretty blue eyes!"

"They're not that much. Don't worry about it."

"Pleeeeeeeeeaaassee?"

"Nope." He sighs and scoots forwards, closer to you. He reaches towards your face and you back away quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"I just-I don't think you'll like what you see." You say. That was a stupid thing to say. You shut your eyes as he pulls the glasses off your face.

"Hey, it alright. You can open them." You open your eyes slowly to find John looking at your face a little too closely. His jaw drops. "Wow, I love them. They're so pretty! Have they always been like that?" You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, every since I was a kid. Your eyes are really pretty too." Damn it. That was hella gay. He laughs a little.

"Thanks, Dave." You continue to stare each other's eyes, until both your gazes move to each other's lips. You start to wonder what it would be like...if you kissed them. Before you know it, John places his hand on your face and traces your lip with his thumb. You lean in closer and he follows. You stop, wondering if he really wants to do this. He closes the gap, you sit there, a little shocked, but you relax and kiss him back, closing your eyes. His glasses press into yours and his cheeks. He pulls back and blushes hard. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that..." You quickly shake your head.

"No, it's fine. If you feel that way..." He runs his hand along the back of his neck, still blushing.

"Yeah, I kinda do...it's okay if you don't though. I'd understand."

"No, I-I do. I mean, how could I not? The cute little dork that I met over the Internet? Irresistible." You try being all sappy, even though you're usually pretty ironic. John blushes harder (if that's even possible) and responds.

"I used to think I was straight...what was I thinking? Remember that "no homo" phase I had?"

"How could I forget?"

"Yeah, but people say that the strongest human reaction is denial."

"I call bullshit."

"Dude, look it up." You pull out your phone. Shit. He's right.

"Damn. You got me there, Egbert." He laughs and your bro walks in again, flicking on the light. You wince and grab your shades.

"Sorry little man. Didn't know you had 'em off. Food's ready." He walks out of the room. Your eyes readjust to the light.

"You alright?" John asks.

"Yeah. Just caught me off guard."

"Cool. Well, my dad makes hella awesome spaghetti. Come on!" His confidence around you has a huge boost and he grabs your hand, leading you downstairs. A warm smell fills you nose. Your mouth starts to water as you find a small circular table with four plates of spaghetti and a basket of garlic bread in the middle. Your bro and John's dad are having a pleasant conversation about gas mileage. Boooooring. You and John sit down and start feasting upon your prey-you mean eating your food. Within about twenty minutes, there's nothing but scraps on the table. John's dad perks up and asks,

"Who's up for dessert?!" Everyone else gives him a look of 'bruh, what the actual fuck?' And he sits back down. "Even though suspension is supposed to be a punishment, I guess since you two are getting along so well, Dave could spend the night, if he'd like to." You look at John and you both nod.

"Great. I'll go grab your stuff for you." Your bro says.

"Why is it so great that I'm leaving?Ouch." He rolls his eyes.

"I have stuff to do at home."

"Like what?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Stuff. Hang tight. I'll be right back." He jogs out of the house.

"Come on. I have an awesome movie to show you." John grabs your hand again and drags you upstairs. He shuffles through the disk collection on the desk and pulls one out. He puts it into the DVD player and sits down on the carpet, patting the spot next to him. You sit down and watch as the image appears on the screen. Oh god. It's Gone in Sixty Seconds. Doesnt that have Nic Cage? Yup. It does. You watch as John gets completely entranced by the TV. He rests his head on your shoulder. You wrap you arm around him and play with his fluffy black hair.

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