Worlds First Love //Johndave

Day Three

The next day me and John wake up to the house rumbling. We thought the world was ending so I started making circles on the floor while purchasing witch protection spells on Etsy. John on the other hand, started praying to god while sobbing horrendously. If the witch's spells work I'm gonna remind John about this one.

Only we didn't need to do that because after a loud THUD it stopped. John's dad was already gone for work, so it was up to us to investigate. We stepped into the attic, and lo and behold. It was there, rays of light shining down upon it- oh shit that's the sunlight peeking down through the gigantic hole on the roof. Oh whatever. I looked up just in time to see Bro reeling the helicopter away, unapologetic for handling your machine recklessly. You're glad that old man is leaving you here.

I walk over to my sweet turntables and pick up the sticky note smacked on it.

"Have fun fixing the roof dipshit. P.S
Bye"

Ummmm ok whatever bye lol. I crumble the paper up into a ball and chuck it at Bros helicopter. Unfortunately, that dumb bitch was already too far away to reach. Damn.

John, either not noticing or not caring, ignores all your strider shenanigans in favor at staring at your turntables in awe. He looks like he won the best Christmas gift ever. And if he ever were to get the best Christmas present, it'd be Dave himself.

You feel pretty damn proud of your sweet turntables. "Yeah, they're cool, right? Ehe." John nods in excitement. "Yes!" He exclaims, "I wanna play with them so baaaaaaad!" Yoy start to sweat.

"Um. Y'know. I could. Teach you how. Ehe." You offer. He lights up like a Christmas tree. Why do I keep making Christmas references. Well, personally, if anyone is reading my thoughts, just know I want John for Christmas. Thanks.

"OMG PLSSSSS PLSPLSPLSPSLSLPSLS!!!" John hops around like a mad rabbit. You swing your hair around. "Ok." You chuck the ground with your feet, all cool n shit. "Sure, I don't mind." I try not to smile but it's rlly hard cuz omg I'm like all smart and shit and he wants to learn from ME omgggg😭😭😭😭

(Omgomgomgomgogmgomg I wanna impress him so baaaaad I'm such a fucking LOSER!!!!)

"YAAAAAY" John starts gliding around the attic like it didn't just get shot by my turntables from a helicopter. God how are we gonna fix that.

"Can we learn RIGHT NOW?!!?" He asks with preetty shimmer glimmers in his eyes. Oke.

I teach him.

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He's kinda bad but it's oki. It makes me feel better about my 10 listens on my SoundCloud raps, all which came from me. My hands are kinda sweaty from being so close to John but its okayyuuhhh I'm finnneeuuuhhh.

John seems satisfied for the day. "Okay I'm ready for- oh. Oh my god when did that get there?!" He gasps, staring at the ceiling with a huge ass hole.

"Ummmm it's been like that I thought u knew?"

"No! I was too entranced by..."

I blush. "Ehe. Me too."

"Your turntables..." he finishes.

Oh. So that's how he's gonna embarrass me. Ok it's whatever ugh I'm not mad or anything.

John looks back at the ceiling. "How are we gonna fix this? I didn't consider that there was no other way to take it inside :("

"There actually was, Bro's just a bitch." I thought to myself mhmhm. "It's fine we'll just. Duct tape it or smth." I suggest waving my hands like idc cuz I honestly wish I didn't. I am literally shaking do u see this shit omg.

John looks at me uncertainty. "Aaareee you sure? My dad is gonna be really mad at me!" His voice sounds so strained. "It's finnneeeuhhh" I say. It's really not fine like now I gotta worry about crackhead escapees crawling through this big hole and living in John's attic.

But I'll pretend it is. Fur johnny boi.

I puff out my chest. "It'll be fine John. Trust me." I slowly slink an arm around him, slow enough that if he didn't want it he could push me away or tell me to stop. But he didn't.

Instead he tripped over thin air and fell on me. I swear that the crash was so loud I'm surprised we didn't end up on the first floor. Luckily we only left a big Dave sized dent on the attic floor. Phew!

The dust dissipates and I blink open my crystal ruby eyes and realize everything's not tinted with black anymore. Wow... I didn't even notice the creepy clown mannequin in the dark because of my shades. I also didn't miss the life sized John atop of me.

My hair is swept perfectly, shades plucked perfectly into them. I stare at him wide eyed. We both notice that our fingers just so happen to be intertwined. Beautiful. He seems just as surprised. Our eyes lock in place and my heart thumps into a rhythm... is this... love?! Lyrics pump into my brain to the beat.

"Uh... Dave?"

*mumble mumble*

"Dave?"

*mumble mumble*

"I can't hear you can you say that again?"

*mumble mumble ʲᵒʰⁿ*

"Yeah? What?"

*mumbke ˢᵠᵘᵃᵗ mumble*

"Huh? Speak up!"

*mumble ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ mumble*

"Dave."

*ᵐᵘᵐᵇᵏᵉ ᵐᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ*

"DAAAAAAVE!!!!!!"

I'm shooken out of my musical trance immediately.

"HWA HUH... when did you get on top of me silaaaay???" I grin smugly.

He blushes furiously. "Ugh! I didn't do this on purpose so stop teasing me jerk!" He frowns embarrassed.

I give a chuckle. "Ahahaaaaa don't be like thaaat. I know you want me yuh I know u want mehhh!!!"

John releases his hands from mine and grips them into fists on my chest. "NO! It's not like that!!" His face is really red I hope he's not dying from heatstroke.

"You wanna give meh... kissies?!?"

"Nuh uh!"

"You wannnaaa... smoocju smoochie?!"

"NUH UH!"

I cross my arms behind my head and give a hearty laugh. "Ohh John boy just tell me and we can act out your craziest ASMR dreams!!"

He snaps.

Johns face darkens and grits his teeth. "I told you to stop teasing me."

My smile quickly drops. "John."

But he doesn't listen to me. Instead, he gets off me and stands up, turning away.

He speaks again. "But you didn't listen."

My heart drops. "No... I... John... I was just messin with ya... c'mon man." One hand grips my shirt over my heart, while the other reaches out for him. I feel immensely sad rn.

He sniffles and I break. I can't stay here and see what I've done to him. I... I have to leave. So I flash step out of there, running out with tears in my eyes. The sunshine bleeds through the windows, but the rain cloud sticks to my head. I'm so horribly sad rn and my heartbreak cannot be fixed so easily. I go downstairs... go to his kitchen....

And sleep on the floor of his pantry.