Each Touch

What did I do?

(You guys gave me such fabulous ideas! I really appreciate you all. Never knew you all wanted a New Year's Party. And a lot of you want more progress with Dave and John, especially with Dave. But sorry, I have a plan with how I'm going to let that happen.

This chapter is from the help of @PyroInfinite
I never really thought of that and I thank you.)

It's been two months and a few days since Dave had been over at John's place; they wrote their new year's revolution that night. As every year, John had bugged Dave to see his list of resolutions but he always refused. The bespectacled teen has always been curious about what his best friend wrote because he never tells him anything about it, John knows it isn't polite to pry but he's been aching to know for a long time on what he writes.

At the moment, John was sitting on the bed of Dave Strider, the said person was out dealing with his older brother. The thought scared John, Dave and his older brother. He's only experienced their strifes so few times, but it was enough to worry about Dave on a mother status. They don't have the best relationship, but it was...Okay? Compatible to the minimal.

"This is taking longer than usual." he said to himself, "I hope he doesn't get too banged up."

Soft footsteps walked across the room to the desk lined up against the wall, Dave's turn tables were sitting on the table ready to be used at any time's notice. The dark haired teen's finger gently ran across the disc sitting propped in the machine causing a note to ring out through the room. It was always a mystery on how Dave could use this like a professional.

John then explored more of the desk, a hand pulling a drawer open only to have it shoot out spilling it's contents inside. He stumbled back and fell, papers falling around him, crunching and creasing even more that it had been before. A groan escaped from his throat as he placed a hand on one of the fallen papers.

"What's this?"

Scribbles could be seen on the white sheets surrounding him, some had nonsensical words that looked like it was written in a hurry, probably some things for future raps. But a few seemed very familiar. John scrunched his eyebrows and picked a few up, reading over a few of then until he came to a sheet that had a list...Resolutions.

"These are his...Resolutions." said John just above a whisper.

Blue eyes scanned the list, his heart picking up speed as he read. They were actual goals; Dave had set goals for himself instead of nonsensical, almost impossible dreams unlike himself. Amazement seeped through him as he read Dave's resolution, he always knew Dave was better than he let himself to be. One thing caught him off his guard though. At the bottom of the page two words caught his attention.

Ask John.

"Ask...Me?"

Hands went to find another list of resolutions from the years they've had together, once he found one his eyes went to the bottom and found the same two words. He spent the next few minutes collecting the blond's list of resolutions to find the same exact words on each and every one. A thought ran through his mind as he tried to find a list from early onto their friendship. They didn't have the same words at the bottom.

"He obviously needs to ask me something..." said John, "But wh-"

"What are you doing??"

The sudden voice made John jump, head whipping over to the door where his best friend stood. His clothes were ruined, cuts decorating his face and arms. The blue eyed teen stood up in a panic, walking over to him. This is the first time he's ever seen him so messed up from one of his strifes with his older brother.

"Dave, you're all bruised up." panicked John.

"Why're all my papers on the ground?"

John glanced behind him at the papers he was looking through before Dave walked in. It wasn't that he made a mess, papers and photographs were already littering the floor, but the fact that Dave was mentioning it and ignoring his concern was quite alarming. Usually he'd be all smug and tease him. Blue eyes looked up at shades, a guilty look pouring through.

"I'm sorry Dave, I was just looking at your turn tables and I opened one of your drawers and..." he explained to him, "Well...I saw that you've been wanting to ask me something."

The uneasiness of a minute's silence ate away at John; Dave walked past his best friend and started to pick up the papers that were in hands before. The blond stood up, head hanging down. Something's wrong. Dave usually is never quiet after a strife, he'd either complain, whine, grumble quietly.

"I don't feel so hot dude, I think you should go home."

"Dave wa-"

"I don't feel so hot. You need to go back home."

Dave's tone in his voice made John's blood stop, he's done something seriously wrong. Terribly wrong. The dark haired male took a step towards Dave, but moved back towards the door; he's already caused enough trouble and tension.

"I hope you get better soon Dave, don't let those get infected." John said with a weak smile.

"Appreciate it." said Dave curtly, continuing to pick up the papers and other things that were on the ground.

With a last look at the banged up albino, John walked out of the room into the living room where the front door was. There was a quick breeze, causing John's heart to feel like it stopped. Bro had just passed him, leaving the front door wide open for the teen. Eyes fluttered as he walked out the door, closing it shut, leaving both Striders alone once again.

Hands came up to cover John's face, a flurry of emotions swirling through him. Was this their official first argument?? Was this how arguments felt like? He didn't like it. It was a terrible feeling that he never wants to feel ever again.

"What did you do John?" he questioned himself, "What did I do..."