Dave's Red Eyes

Angel with a Lover Boy

Daves POV:

An angel? A grin turns up on your lips. His gawking is adorable, and the longer he stares at your eyes, the harder it is to keep your poker face, but let's face it, you lost your poker face the moment he said "angel."

"An angel with red eyes?" You question, keeping eye contact with his beautiful blues.

He blinks and puts his arms on the table . "Yeah, why not?" He defends. "They're the most unique and gorgeous eyes I've ever seen; kind of like an angels."

You don't know how to respond to this, but you just really want to go over to him and hug him while you kiss his face. You would, and you bet the table of female teenagers that sits a little ways away from you would begin drawing you and writing about you on their blogs, but to be honest the tables of older people are holding you back. Plus, you bet at least one of those girls has already drawn you on their napkin.

At this point, the waiter comes up to you and does the normal waiter greet. Good timing, to be honest, because for once you felt like you were lost for words. They quiz you what you would like to drink, and John orders Pepsi for the both of you before you can get a word in.

"Why'd you do that?" You narrow your eyebrows.

He giggles, his eyes closing as he does so, a few fingers touching his chin. "Cause, I have my reasons."

You heavily breathe out. "Okay, but that seems like a weird ass prank to me. It's like the mad hatter up in here, with all of his fucking confusing riddles and shit. Except it's not the mad hatter, and it's my geek boyfriend."

He laughs a little more, clearly going to keep his inside joke to himself. "I would have ordered Coke, myself, but I already have all the Coke I need."

You stare, mouth slightly gapped open as you are trying to make sense of it. "What, do you have a can of Coke shoved in your pants where you dick should be?"

"If only." More laughter. His cheeks have turned a bright red by now, his eyes tearing slightly.

"Is this a metaphor?"

He bites his lip. The waiter comes back, now, and sets the Pepsi next to you while John takes a sip, his mouth still in a grin from laughing. You order your food while he does so.

He sets the glass down on the table and orders his own meal. After the waiter leaves, he turns back to you and starts to speak, "The car ride to your place was interesting."

"Oh, really?" You go to press your glasses up on your face before remembering that they weren't there. "What kind of interesting?"

"My dad made a joke by saying that you were the closest thing I had to a girlfriend."

You're extremely aware of your eyes widening at his news. "You didn't tell him, did you? Wait, stupid question. I doubt you'd be here if you did."

"No, I looked at him and whispered, 'no homo.' But what I did do was ask what he would do if I was homo."

Your heartbeat picked up. "And?" You try to rush him, wanting an answer to stop the worrying. You know how much it's been weighing on Johns mind what his dad would do if he found out, so you haven't brought it up to him and you've been weary about doing anything in front of his dad which would be considered romantic.

"He... He told me that he wouldn't care, and that he'd still love me." He looked down at his hands, his cheeks blushed.

"That's awesome!" You felt all of the fear in you gut cleaned up by a flood. A quick flood, where water builds up fast, and then is released down a drain into reliefville.

"Yeah, I know," he said a in a modest tone, a hand was now playing with the side of the glass of Pepsi as he turned it and played with the beads of water on the side, "it's a load off. A big one, too. I'm feeling so much better about everything now."

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The night had been wonderful, amazing, and filled with jokes and laughter. After that conversation about his dad, it had gotten less serious and you both had a good time. The food was extremely good, and that's good, otherwise you'd have wasted all of your gog damn money.

After that, John had spent the night, like planned, and he had to leave early in the morning due to a baking convention his father heavily insisted he go to. You would have preferred he stayed a while longer even though Dirk needed you to help him and Jake with wedding plans. The closer that thing comes, the more time you have to spend dedicated to helping them.

When is the wedding? You know when it is, don't kid yourself. In fact, the wedding is nearly upon you and the two boyfriends.

Dirk and Jake had asked John if he could ask his father if he would cater the wedding. John had nodded, agreeing to ask Dadbert.

Roxy and Jane had already helped Jake and Dirk set up the location, decide the cake, invite guests, and more. You were here to help pick between things Jake and Dirk couldn't both agree on. It was much easier doing this than having them bother the others over every little disagreement.

While you waited for them to need your assistance, you sat around your room, trying to figure out a rap, and you have to admit, it's taking longer than usual.

Soon enough, your door busts open. "Dave, please tell your uncontrollable monstrosity of a brother that the empty space on the invitations should be used for skulls, not ponies!" Jake whined, Dirk following suit.

"Monstrosity?" He questioned, his tone sounding bored. You know that Dirk knows Jake didn't mean it.

Your face is in that confused look, like it was at the restaurant when John was talking about Pepsi and Cola. Except this time it looked a little more like, "Why?" And, "What the fuck?"

You look down at your turntables, the ones you've been standing at since you had begun blindly wandering around your room while you figured out your raps. Your two fingers turn a record on the table, your face staring down at it. "Why don't you just combine a fucking pony with a skull? It can't honestly be that hard."

"Thank you!" Dirk raises his arms in what seems like annoyed success as he turns to leave the room. Jake followed, rambling on. You can't tell if he accepted it or if he's against it.

After the door is shut, you grin to yourself. What will this situation be like when it's your turn?