Wind and Feathers

Chapter 2 (John's POV)

Your name is John and you feel sick. Your head hurts and you just wanna sleep. But its obvious that's not gonna happen.

You roll onto your side, which causes you to roll off the counter. You hit the floor with a thud and groan as you sit up. That really hurt.

You then look up to see Dave Strider, your best friend. Weird, you thought he ran out of the room after you ki- wait, hold the fuck up. You did what?! You could not have kissed Dave. As you look at him closer you notice he doesn't look the same as when you- shit. It wasn't Dave you kissed, at least not this Dave. It was the other one, the orange-haired guy.

You laugh at this. Why would you kiss him? Maybe you thought it was Strider. Yeah that's it. That's your story and your sticking to it. Unless Strider asks. You really need to talk to orange-hair Dave.

You get up and stumble into the living room, following the trail of paint and feathers. Paint and weathers... oh yeah, the prank. That was pretty funny. Well sorta.

Everyone one would always pick on orange-hair Dave because he loved birds and the color orange (Its like he was obsessed with that damn color). They would always laugh at him or call him a freakish orange bird. You laughed at him to. You didn't like him after what he did to Jade.

Poor Jade... She was so heartbroken after he left her. But she said he had a good reason. You didn't care though. Jade was like a sister to you and she didn't deserve to be hurt, even if the person "had a good reason". Your glad they broke up though. A douche like that didn't deserve her.

You yawn and trapeze around the piled up bodies. The orange paint trail goes all the way outside and to the curb. He must've driven here. You figured his house or whatever he lived in wasn't that far so you just walk until you see his bright orange car. Seriously, what was his deal with orange? Personally, you prefer blue.

Once again you see the trail and once again you follow it. It leads you up to room 413 in a big apartment. You were to busy following the trail to really notice your surroundings. You take a deep breath then knock lightly on the door.

After a few minutes Dave opens it. His bright orange hair is wet and he's only wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and shades. He probably just got out of the shower. He looks tired at first but then when he looks down and sees you his face changes to very surprised and a bit angry. This wasn't gonna go well.

"John... how did you find my house?" Dave asks. His voice sounds a lot like Striders but its still different. You like it. Wait what? Never mind. He crosses his arms and leans against the door way, waiting for your answer.

"Oh uh, I just walked until I saw your car. Then I followed the trail of paint and... here I am." You say nervously. Why are you nervous? No your just... hung over, yeah.

"Mhm, so why are you here anyways?" Man he sounds pissed.

"I... well I... uhm... I need to talk to you about... something..." Why are you so nervous?!

"Fine just get in here before someone sees you." Then he turns around leading you inside. Its then you notice the big orange wing tattoos on his back. You wanted to say something about them but couldn't bring yourself to do it. You follow him inside and close the door behind you. He sits on the couch so you cautiously sit beside him.

"So, what did you want to talk about? Must be important since you came all the way here."

"What? Oh... Oh yeah... well um..." You gulp.

"Spill it shorty, I don't have all day." Oh hell no, he did not call you shorty. Then again, you were pretty short but that wasn't the point.

"Ok one, don't call me shorty" he smirks "and two, I wanted to talk about... that uh... kiss..."

He blushes deeply and mumbles "Oh fuck... that was real..."

"Yeah it was real dipshit, and it wasn't for you." You sit back and run your hand through your hair.

"I figured, why the hell would it be for me. You hate me. No, it was actually for Strider. Isn't that right?" Oh that's it.

"I'm not a homosexual dumbass! It wasn't for anybody! I was fucking drunk!" You scream at him.

You stand up to leave but only end up falling back down. Dave quickly stands up and catches you like in one of Karkat's rom-coms. Just great, your knight in orange fucking armor.

"Dammit John," you hear him mumble "you just had to be drunk when you came over..." He then mumbles something you can't hear.

After that you must've fallen asleep because when you wake up your somewhere different. The room your in is plain white with posters all over the walls. You sit up and look at what you were laying on. Its a full size bed with an orange bedspread. There's also an orange, of course, bird plush sitting beside the pillow. You grab that and hug it to your chest.

Then Dave walks in and you notice he's wearing something different. Fuck... he's just wearing orange boxers.

You blush and he looks at you holding the stuffed animal.

"Oh your up. And I see you found Davesprite." He smiles and you put the plush down.

"Yeah sorry... aren't you to old for stuffed animals though?" He just laughs softly and sits on the corner of the bed.

"So, do you need anything? Aspirin?" He sniffs the air around you "How about a shower? And fresh clothes to."

You laugh and nod "yeah that sounds nice... er actually... do you think I could take a bath instead?"

"Oh uh... yeah, of course"

Dave helps you off the bed (your legs are a bit wobbly) and shows you to the bathroom. Once everything is set he leaves you alone and you get in the bath. You take the time your in there to think about what your gonna do. Neither of you really talked about the kiss, only fought before you passed out. After you take some medicine for you headache and all the other aches you would sit down and talk to him.

After washing yourself off you manage to lift yourself out of the tub and wrap a towel around your waist. Then you go to find Dave so you can get clothes.

He's sitting on the couch, flipping channels. You clear your throat and he looks at you, blushing lightly after seeing you in only a towel.

"Could I have some clothes?" You can't help but smile and stifle a laugh at the look on his face.

"O-oh yeah, sorry. I wasn't even thinking."

He gets up and you follow him back to his room, admiring his tattoos.

"Those uh... those are cool tattoos."

He turns around, a look of pure terror on his face.

"Shit... shit how... ugh I'm so stupid..." He hurries to his room, leaving you slightly shocked and still standing in the hallway.

He comes back out, this time with a shirt on, and clean clothes in his hands.

"Here, these are from when I was a little younger. They'll probably fit you. I mean, not that your small or anything. Well you are but that's not bad. Its just-" You cut him off.

" Thanks..." Then you walk past him and back into his room so you can change. You hear him sigh as you close the door. This was going to be a long day.