Worlds First Love //Johndave

Day Two

I wake up to the sound of ghostbusters ASMR playing. He thinks he's so slick, but I can tell he didn't plug in his headphones all the way in because the sound is at full blast. "Ugh! My headphones aren't working!" He complained as he tried to turn it up louder.

"Maybe you should push the plug in a little harder." You pipe in. "Oh! Right, silly me hehe!" He seemed fine for a second before his face drops. "BAH! YOU COULD HEAR IT?!" He shrieked, before pausing the video and shaking his plastic headphones off his head. Stupid little things look like they'd snap on command.

"Well if I couldn't hear the slime goop squishing loudly beside me as Egon Spengler catches those damn slimers I'd be concerned for my hearing." I muttered. I grab my shades and put them on. Now the sunlight can't kill me upon contact.

John seems really embarrassed, and if I was him I'd honestly be too. I tried to look at his screen just to see what the title of this atrocious video could be, but he quickly moved the phone out of reach so I couldn't see. This buck toothed fucker is gonna make me tackle him for it? I'm not that interested...

I began to tickle him. "AHhh! DAVE! DAVE STOP STOP NUUUU STAWO IF MF😭😭😢😢" he yelled whilst holding back laughter produced by yours truly. After maxing out my master tickle skills he seems to repent and drops the phone. I snatched it from him, but the phone died immediately. I pout.

"John, why did you not charge your phone?"

"Because fuck uou thats why!" He blows a raspberry at me and I make a stupid face in retaliation. He laughs and all hell is forgiven. Thank you god for letting me stay with this beautiful lovely gorgeous funny amazing fantastic ocean icy winter George Washington Japanese cherry blossom perfume boy.

"Hey Dave!" He says, cutting your thoughts off, "wanna stop by the music store?!" Um what the hell why is that even a question. "Yes Egbert be my cute map and lead me the way to this place." He laughs, pauses, and it takes a while for you to know why. "Um... did you just call me... ᶜᵘᵗᵉ..?"

My face drops, but I smoothly pick it up and pat it clean back on my face nicely. "Ah erm. No." And I flash step out of the room. I am the cleanest, smoothest motherfucker known to mankind, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. I ignore the way his cherry artificial flavored red dyed blush colored his hamster cheeks and brush my teeth instead. I have got to get over this illness that has stricken me since moving here. I'll wait it out like I always do. Maybe visit a doctor idk.

Anyway, me and egfart head to the music store after getting cleaned up. This is a fairly nice store, if I do say so myself. They even have headphones with music options on display. Sweet. Me and John listen to some before I get a stroke of inspiration. My god. I'm gonna sweep John off the floor with this one. It's going to be so fucking good that you'll be left weeping for more. I'm like a fucking god.

But there is only one problem. My turntables have been left at home. So there's only one reasonable option left to do.

I beg Bro to bring it here. In Washington. From Texas. What? You think I'm gonna wait to bring that song to life? Noooo, no no no. I'm gonna get a reaction out of John from this one and I'm gonna see it mf. Believe it bitch.

Luckily, I see Bro scratching his ass in another aisle. Perfect. No extended ass plot just to get to this point. I pry myself away to let John do a little dance to his favorite songs and look at Bro. He already knows I'm here, I don't need to notify him.

He doesn't bother looking at me. "I thought you'd ignore me for your date little man, what do ya want?"

I flush furiously at his wording. "It's not a 'date' Bro, so don't pick on me. Anyway, I need a favor."

He huffed a laugh. "A favor? You sure you can't do it yourself?"

"You're the one with the money." I retorted. That caught his attention, and he turns his head to you with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. "What do you need my money for?" He asks.

"I need you to bring my turntables." I deadpan.

His eyebrows only raise higher at my demand. "Turntables? From Texas? To here? Do you even understand how stupid that sounds?" He hissed.

"I don't care. I want to make music. You're the one with money. Bring it here now." I demand. Bro scratched whatever hair is left underneath that cap in disbelief.

"Motherfucker, this is my money being spent here. Do you think I'm rich or that money grows on trees? This money will be coming from my pockets, if I don't have enough neither of us will be coming home for a long while. You probably don't care since you've got John or whatever, but I'm not staying for the winter. I actually like my Texan weather."

Does he really need to make a whole ass paragraph? What part of 'I don't care' does he not get? You wanna make John music gog damn it!!!

"Turntables" is all I say. Bro grits his teeth. "If I do that I'm leaving your ass here." He threatens. "Cool." I responded.

Bro mutters "Shithead, I swear you're only doing this because of that gay ass crush on Egbert..." under his breath as I walk away. Even if he doesn't, I'll find a way to get his credit card information anyway. He's not winning this.

John gets done with his little shimmy dance as you return. "Oh hey Dave! Did you enjoy the songs?" He asks with giddy. I smirk. "Oh yes I did. And I've got a new song idea." He gasps. "Wow that's so cool Dave! Too bad you have to wait till you get home to make it." He says with pity.

My smirk gets even smuger. "Oh but that's the thing, I'm not gonna wait. I'm gonna make it here, while I'm with you." Uhh that kinda sounded gay but whatever lol.

Johns eyes get even wider. "But how?!" He asks. I look away, all cool and shit. "By bringing my turntables here." John looks like you just told him you bought his favorite toy; he's about to fucking explode. "No way!!! But um." His excitement dies down and is replaced with confusion. "Where are they gonna fit...?"

Oh shit. Ok I've gotta stop assuming things are gonna magically go right for me and that his dad is gonna be okay with me bringing whatever. I didn't even stop to consider that... I just couldn't stop thinking about that song for him. Jegus Christ I sound pathetic.

"Ummm u got an attic or something." Dave asks. "Yes I do!" John answers. "Ok good it's going there." He declares like he got permission. "Oh ok!" John doesn't question anything.