That Crash Saved My Life...

{Ch. 7} Stories & Homeless Harold

{DAVE}

I wanted to go do something since John wasn't here. So I grabbed my spray paint and my mask and threw it in a bag. I changed into skinny jeans with bright red hightops and a black with two red stripes horizontal on the sleeves. I ran downstairs to be stopped by Bro. "Where you goin' lil' man?" He asked in his southern accent. "....T-to goooo do something." I smiled and teleported behind him. I wave goodbye and walked out the door to the stairs, ignoring the elevator.

{DIRK}

Jake and I were watching his Avitar movie and I was laying my head in his lap as he pet me. I purred softly. Bro walked in, blocking the television. We both whined at him until he crossed his arms we stopped. "I need a favour." Bro said, sternly. "What is it, first before we agree?" I say sitting up in Jake's lap. "I need you two to go find Dave and follow him." I raised a eyebrow at the request. "Why?" "He left earlier and was acting strange." "Ohhh. You've gotten protective of him, haven't you?" I smirked. "Yes and I know you have too." "True." I agreed. "Okay, let's go, Jake." I said getting up. We got ready and left the apartment finding Dave using the find my phone app. We found him in a alley and walked there. We got there and walked down the alley finding him eating with a homeless man. When they were done, Dave got up and started spraypainting the wall. I recognized his art from acrossed Texas. I pulled Jake into a hiding spot in the alley. "I know that art. He's D.S." I watched him. It wasn't his usual art. His art was always deep messages about what went on at home. He would spray paint broken beer bottles and the suicide hotline numbers. This time it was a heart with a message. 'It gets better. I promise.- D.S.' I smiled at that. "It really does get better." The homeless man said. "It really does, Harold." Dave said turning around. "What got better for you, kid?" He asked. "Until two weeks ago, I lived with the most abusive parents and manipulative parents you could meet. They did terrible things. They passed away in a car accident. I now live with my brothers that I never knew about. They are so kind... they've given me everything I ever need and more and they have showed they truly care in only two weeks. I have a amazing boyfriend who has been their for me for years even though the most help he could do was talk me out of things. My friends were all internet friends and they all knew about the issues I had but still loved me." Dave said finishing up the art. "Wow kid, that's such a nice change I am so glad you get to experience that." "Hey Harold?" "Ya kid?" "For the last year we have talked but do you have any family you could stay with?" "I have my son and daughter but I just don't have the money to call." "How about, I let you call them and you ask them to come pick you up?" "Are you sure, kid?" "Yes I am." Dave said handing him the phone. Harold then dialed the number and a person answered. Around a hour later the man was smiling and bawling. He explained who he had met and everything. Apparently the person would pick him up at the local coffee shop. The man handed Dave back his phone. "Thank you so much." "No problem, Harold. Let me know how it goes when your back on your feet." "I will." Dave started to walk away. I walked behind him and hugged him along with Jake. "It really does get better little dude." He squeaked. "Oh my god. You scared me!!!" He giggled and waved bye to Harold. "That was really sweet." "Ya... that man gave me shelter when no one else could." Dave smiled. I picked him up and put him on my back and started running with Jake behind, laughing. When we got home I hugged Dave again. We walked inside and Bro stopped Dave. We saw D was home. "Are you alright?" He asked hugging Dave. "Y-ya. I-I'm f-fine." He squeaked out and hugged back. "You scared me, you have been gone for three hours with no explanation and John is here having a heart attack." Bro said into Dave's hair. "I-Im okay Bro. I went t-to go spray paint a-and talk to a g-guy." "You could've told me that, kid." Bro mumbled. "Sorry.... it's out of habit..." "It's alright, little man." He kissed Dave's forehead. "Go calm down your boyfriend." He blushed and ran up the stairs into his room. "He helped a homeless guy you know and he's my favorite street artist." I said getting hugged by Bro and D. "D.S. the one street artist with all those deep messages that the police tried figuring out to save them." I nodded into his chest. I showed him a photo of Dave spraypainting the wall. "Wow. . . Amazing..." Bro smiled with D.

{DAVE WHEN HE RAN INTO HIS ROOM}

I ran to my room and immediately John picked me up and nuzzled my neck. "You scared me..." he whimpered. I pet his ears. "I didn't mean to scare you." I mumbled. He walked over to the bed and flopped down. "Please don't leave..." He mumbled. "I'm not baby." I said back. John took off my shoes and hoodie along with my jeans and we layed back down. Both of us in boxers and oversized shirts. I nuzzled his chest and looked up at him. I kissed his forehead softly then his neck. He smiled and let me do that. His hand ran up and down my back calmingly. I kissed him letting him dominate the kiss. I ran my fingers threw his raven-black hair. When we both pulled away we were panting softly. I layed back down and fell asleep, purring as he pet me. He fell asleep soon after me.

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