The Secrets We Keep To Stay Alive (JohnDave)

Chapter 14- What Comes Next?

Dave's PoV
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I had fucked up. I had really fucked up. Although, in fairness, how the hell was I supposed to know the reason why John wore that beanie all the time.

He wasn't answering any of my messages from last night, so I came up with a plan.  So, I threw on my red sweatshirt, walked out the door, and made my way to John's house.  Deep down I knew he probably didn't want to see me, but I couldn't just leave him like that.

   I walked up to the door and gave it a knock or two, hoping that someone, that someone hopefully being John, actually opens the door. After a short bit of waiting, the door opened, revealing a very tired and red-eyed John. Well that's ironic considering what my plan is.

   We stood there and exchanged stares for a moment, until John quickly went to slam the door, proving my assumptions correct and making it obvious that he didn't want to talk to or see me.  Thanks to my quick reflexes, I stuck my foot between the closing door and the frame before it completely shut me out.

I started to open the door back up and kept my foot in place, just in case John wanted to try and slam the door shut on me. We stared at each other for a while longer, the tension and awkwardness growing ever larger. Knowing what was about to happen, I took a deep breath.

It's now or never, I have to make it up to him

Shakily, but not too shakily, I brought my hands to the frame of my shades. In one quick motion, I revealed my eyes, preparing myself for whatever was going to happen next.  John kept staring, his eyes widening and a small smile starting to form on his face.

Before I knew it, John wrapped his arms around me, and I returned the gesture, happy to have him back and to see him happy.

'It looks we're matching. My eyes are somehow genetically red and your eyes are red because you've presumably been crying last night because I'm a douche.' I thought, not saying anything to break the silence.

While the moment was nice and I didn't want our embrace to end quite yet, I began to feel light-headed. With my eyes trying to adjust to the world being a lot brighter than usual and John squeezing the air out of me, if I didn't put my shades back on I might pass out. I loosened my grip and John followed my lead. No words were spoken yet, none had to be.

Everything was back to how it should be

John's PoV
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We walked up into my bedroom,  hands held.  I sat down on my bed, the sheets currently scattered everywhere, and Dave followed my lead.  The silence lingered, growing longer and longer. 

   "Thank you.  For doing that and coming over."  I said in a quiet voice, breaking the silence. 

   "Yeah, and sorry about last night, that was a real douchey move on my end."  Dave responded, looking away slightly.  It was a while longer until any more words were said. 

   Dave wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his.  

   "I guess I owe you some sort of backstory or explanation, huh?"  I asked, knowing that I would have to eventually. 

   "Only if you want to I mean--"

   "No, I want to.  There shouldn't be any more secrets between us, and I'd like to tell someone anyway."

I took a deep breath, trying to remember everything that I could. Majority of the time it was all fuzzy and unclear, but if I really tried I could remember. Then again, I never really tried too hard to remember every minute of it.