Ghosts and Records

Cute Tummies

DAVE

I woke up the next morning feeling hot steady breath on my chest. Looking down Egbert is fast asleep cuddled against my chest. What the fuck. I scoot back a little trying not to wake John. Not very successful. He wakes up slowly a looks right into my eyes. I quickly grab my shades and push them on. Pretty sure I was blushing for a moment. Just ignore it Strider. Gotta stay cool.
"Morning Dave."

I nod. Stay cool bro.
John got up and and walked past me to the bathroom. Gog he was tiny. he came out and I got a good look at him. Scrawny little shit. Scanning my eyes over him I notice his stomach. Innie, a little peach fuzz, and he looked a little pudgy. It was adorable. Oh I wanna kiss it and squeeze it so bad holy shit. John seemed to notice my staring and and asked if something was wrong.
"Nah man just lost in thought for a moment."
He looked at me funny and started getting dressed. What is wrong with me. I am Dave Strider. Cool Guy Supreme. (comment if you get that reference). I do NOT think Egbert is adorable.
I began readying myself for the day as well. A red Sleeping with Sirens shirt and black jeans. So cool. We both go to the kitchen and see Bro cooking something that smells horrid. Ugh. You grab a box of cereal and drag the gagging nerd back to your room. Jegus Bro knows he can't cook so why does he even try. He is hopeless. I look back at John who is sitting on the floor mumbling about Betty Crocker. Poor thing. Man he is cu- STOP STRIDER. No crushing on Egbert.
"Hey John."
"Yeah."
"Here."
I tossed him the cereal and he dumped some in his mouth directly from the box. He tossed it back and I did the same. This is good. Just two bros hanging out, eating the cereal. I plugged up my Playstation and popped in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare. we played literally all day.

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Okay sorry I just can't think. so this a filler. Sorry for the wait my babies.