Everything Is Blue

Fading

It's the morning of Friday, and what you've woken up to is far from what you could call a "Good Morning".

It's fading. Your world is fading and it's dreaming you the fuck out and you don't know how to take it-

Oh no.

Is John ok???
What if he's hurt??
Or worse!?
That's the corniest thing you've ever thought and you love it.

But that's not the point!!

You need to talk to John, you need some kind of sign or proof that he's ok and neither do you are dying or going blind, so you fish out your phone from wherever the fuck it was hiding and text John.

Egbabe

You: hey
You: not worried or anything but are you ok?

A few minutes pass and nothing. You're honestly semi-panicking at the 10 seconds mark but this is starting to scare the shit out of you. You can see the colours from you red cases phone fading.

Fuck what if he's been kidnapped?
Or stabbed??
Is he in the fucking hospital fighting for his life and no one bothered to give you a fucking call!?
Holy shit what if he tried to kill himself...

No.
No no no no no shit fuck-

You: hey

You: john

You: come on dude answer me I'm freaking the fuck out just reply in the most not ominous way possible and don't you dare tell me to meet you somewhere dark and secluded coz you damn well know I hate that horror movie shit.

You: dude please!

Egbabe: Wha-

You: just answer!!

You: oh hey man what's up?

Egbabe: Dave what the fuck?

You: this is The John Egbert yeah?

You: I'm not talking to some guy with an overly hairy face an equally hair chest?

Egbabe: Um

Egbabe: No??

You: OH MY HOD I WAS RIGHT

Egbabe: NO WAIT YES ITS JOHN-

You: DUDE YOY BLEW YOUR FUCKING COVER THE MOMENT YOU SAID NO

You: YOU BLEW UT SO HARD THAT DRAKE FELT THAT BREEZE ON HIS GLORIOUS DICK YOU FUCKING BLEW I T

Egbabe: Dave calm your nips you dork what are you even going on about?

You: not even a giggle?

Egbabe: Ha ha

You: you wound me

Egbabe: Kiss my ass

You: anytime

You sigh in relief. God you neaely shat yourself.

You: curious question though

Egbabe: Yeah-?

You: are the colours...

You: fading?

You stare at the phone screen for a good 10 minutes before dropping it to your side and letting yourself fall into the pillows. Of course at that exact time your phone buzzes.

Fuck your life.

You lazily grab the device and hold it to your shadeless face.

Egbabe: Sorry, wifi dropped for a second there :B

Egbabe: And yes

Egbabe: It' actually scaring me a bit

You chew at your lower lip, feeling worry and the need to be beside him- to be with him and hold him in your arms.

You: I'm on my way over to yours

Egbabe: Wait what?

Egbabe: Why?

You: doesn't matter

Egbabe: Dave I'm not home-

You: then where are you?

Egbabe: Cram school-

Egbabe: Dad's been too busy to teach me and our home teacher quit Wednesday

You: I see...

You: where's your cram school at?

John's silent for a moment before a message came through with a link to directions. You're off your bed as you open the link, grabbing your keys and wallet and making your way out the door.

By the time you get to the cram school, you're panting and wheezing from running the whole way. God you're unfit- even after all the strifes.

You tell yourself to remind you to challenge Bro more often before heading towards the doors of the cram school.

John had given you a room number '1A'. "1A 1A 1A 1A 1A 1A... " you mumble to yourself as yourself, looking over the cram classes door numbers as you walk down the hall.

You now stand at the door of classroom 1A. You're hesitant. What if John didn't want you to come? He's probably but with class work.

Oh well.
You knock on the door, receiving a professional, "Come in". Slowly, you open the door.

The cram teacher looks at you with confusion and slight annoyance. "Are you a student, young sir?" He questions, placing the white bored marker down and over to you. "Are you lost?"

Shit shit shit, gotta be polite. No slangy bullshit.

You take a quick glance around the classroom. "Uh, no sure." You smile politely. "I'm actually looking for one of your students, John Egbert?"

The teacher takes a second to think. He nods. "John!" He calls out, receiving a "yes" from somewhere in the class before a messy, raven haired dork, walks up to the teacher.

The boy turns his head from the teacher to you, his eyes instantly widening. "Dave!" He exclaims and squeezes pasr the teacher to then proceed to wrap his arms around you quick and with all the love you were hopong for.

You wrap your own arms around his waist just as quick, holding him close to your form tightly and nuzzling your nose into his dark, messy hair. "Can you leave the class early?" Yoy question with hope.

He nods against your shoulder before pulling back and facing the teacher. "Sir, this is a family friend my dad sent to pick me up, I apologise for the interuption. I'll grab my bag and leave."he notifies the teacher, pushing past him and grabbing his things from tge desk he was sitting at.

With the teacher's aproval, John leaves with you, hand in hand. John rests his head on your shoulder as comfortably as he can for the two of you as you walk him home.

However, while the two of you are walking, you begin to notice something. The leaves of the trees, the petals of the flowers, the brightness of the lights of the houses and shops around you. They're not bland - they're... Colourful.

You look down at john and he looks back up at you.

Blue.