Blue eyes, glistening snow. ((JohnDave))

Chapter eight - Awkward beginning.

You both stumble back into the house, John shivering, you telling him how you told him not to wear pajama pants. The kiss seems to have slipped away from your mind because you can tell John is obviously going to get sick from the way he was coughing. Aside from that, you're starting to get pretty hungry. 

"Yo, John. Wheres the food at?"

He pauses and sighs. 

"You know where the kitchen is. I'm gonna go change my pants because they're soaked."

He starts walking upstairs and you help yourself to the kitchen. You spy a cake on the table with a note on it.

"You boys have fun now. Don't do anything dirty."

You can't help but to think his dad thinks he's gay. Which he is, but... nevermind. You scoot the cake away and open the fridge. Look, more fucking cakes and baked goods. Yours eyes travel around the fridge when you see something that makes you want to squee. A motherfucking apple pie. Hell yeah. You take it out of the fridge and start looking for a fork which you find soon after. The pie is cold, but you're too lazy to warm it up. You dig in when John walks through the door.

"Dave, you should warm that up. Also, I don't even know how long that thing has been in the fridge. Dad gets so caught up with baking that he hardly every cleans it out. Some of those cakes in there are three or four weeks old."

You look down at the pie.

"It's not hard or moldy..." you say as you take another bite. "Got any aj?"

"It's not cold yet," he replies. "but yeah, it's in the cabinet above the fridge."

You watch as John picks up the note and knocks the cake into the trash as you stand up and open the cabinet grabbing the bottle of aj.

You hear a ripping noise and then you see John throwing the note into the trash.

"Damn dad..." he whispers.

You laugh. "Don't worry man, we won't be getting too dirty." 

"DAVE." 

"Sorry."

You grab yourself a cup from another cabinet and pour yourself a glass of aj.

"So, what are we gonna do now?" you mumble as you take a sip.

He shrugs. "We could play some video games or watch a movie."

"What games you got?" you ask him.

He starts naming some off..

"Modern warefare, Portal, Bioshock..."

His voice trails off and you get a good idea.

"Modern warefare. You against me. Whoever has the least kills has to kiss the other." You smirk, you know John sucks at Modern warefare. 

He thinks about it for a minute before he squeaks out an answer. "Fine."

You both drop what you're doing and head up to his room. 

Rose messages you. What could she want at this time?