Wind and Feathers

Chapter 3 (Davesprites POV)

Your name is Dave and your slightly worried because John fucking Egbert is in your house and he wants to talk about when he kissed you.

You knock lightly on the door to your room where John is currently changing. He tells you to come in so you open the door a crack and slip in. He's wearing your clothes from when you were 13 and they fit him good. Of course, you weren't going to tell him they were from when you were 13, you just told him they were from when you were younger. That wasn't why you went in the room though. You needed to get this kiss talk over with. It was starting to bug you.

"Hey John, we really need to talk..."

He's looks at you, slightly confused.

"About wha-"

Then it clicks.

"Oh... yeah... yeah we should. That was kinda the whole reason I came here..."

Dammit, you hoped he wasn't going to get emotional about it, you couldn't deal with that. But why would he get emotional about it in the first place? He doesn't like you. He hates you and you were just the person there to help him.

He stands up and follows you to the living room. You sit on the couch and he sits next to you. A few moments of very awkward silence pass before you decide to speak up.

"John... I know that kiss wasn't for me and I thought it was for Strider but you said it wasn't so... who was the kiss for?"

You really didn't want to hear the answer to this. He sighed and looked at the floor.

"To be honest, and don't you dare tell anyone else this, it was for Dave..."

Fuck.

"Strider..."

You both sigh. He looks up at you and you look at the ground.

"But... I have kissed Dave one other time and... it didn't feel the same..."

"Well of course it didn't feel the same, you kissed m-"

"Let me finish. It didn't feel the same as when I kissed Strider. It was actually kinda... nice..."

He mumbled the word "nice" thinking you couldn't hear him.

"I don't know if it means anything but I need to know if it does so..."

Oh god you know what he's talking about. Its the "kiss you again to see if it's means anything" thing people always do in movies. Did that mean he wanted to kiss you? No, he just wanted to see if it meant anything. Man, your whole life right now sounded like it was out of a stupid movie.

"Ok..."

"What?"

You sighed. You wanted to kiss him again and if it had to be this way then so be it. You wanted him to be sobor when you kissed.

"I said ok. Lets see if it means anything."

Fuck, you were nervous. Your stomach was full of butterflies. Ha, another cheesy thing to think.

He nodded then leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your neck. You put yours around his waist and he shuddered.

"John you don't have to do thi-"

"No, I do. I need to know."

He takes a deep breath then presses his lips onto yours. You blush and close your eyes, starting to kiss back. It was a lot more... gentle then the first time when he slammed his face into yours. That kinda hurt.

You dare to go farther by gently licking his lips. He gasps so you slide your tongue into his mouth, taking your time exploring it. He blushes and whimpers softly. As much as you hated it, you had to stop.

You pulled away from him, wiping drool off the side of your mouth. How'd that get there? He just sits there, staring at you. You clear your throat.

"So, did it mean anything?"

"Dave I..."

"Did it?"

You didn't want to know but you had to.

"I-I don't know..."

Dammit. You sigh and look at the floor again. Why couldn't he just decide? Then you felt hands tugging on your shirt.

"Maybe we could try again... t-to see if it means anything."

Did this mean he really did want to kiss you? You hoped so.

You get in the same position you were last time, his arms around your neck and yours around his waist. He pulls you close and kisses you again, this time licking your lips first. You sigh which allows him to slide his tongue in. You do the same. Now your blushing extremely hard as you explore each others mouths. Then Dave walks in.

You forgot he came over some times. You can't see what he's doing because your eyes are closed but you assume he dropped whatever he was holding dramatically then was in shock. He was a cool kid that kept a nonchalant attitude but he would probably flip the fuck out if he saw his best friend kissing his other friend.

"... John?"

You both open your eyes as John quickly pulls away from you, leaving you dumbfounded.

"D-Dave! It's not what it looks like! I don't even like him!"

Ooh ouch, that one hurt.

"Then why are you kissing him? And why are you even here?"

Fuck, this wasn't gonna go well. You hoped they didn't ask you anything.

"I just came over yesterday to talk about something and I kinda... passed out so he helped me. Right Dave?"

"Huh? Oh uh, yeah. I had to help his drunk ass, I wasn't just gonna let him go home like that"

"Ok but that doesn't explain why you were kissing. And why your wearing his clothes."

"Ok look..."

You stand up.

"John is wearing my clothes because his smelt horrible. We were kissing because at the party he accidentally kissed me, mistaking me for someone else, and he needed to know if it meant anything. I'm not a complete douche, I'll help a friend out if he needs to know something."

Wow, that was a lot.

"But you guys aren't friends."

Oh. Ok.

You look back at John who gets up and stands next to Dave.

"He's lying, he forced me to kiss him."

Hold the fuck up. What did he just say?

"Oh you lying bastard..."

"Wait what? I di-"

Then he punched you. Hard.

You were out cold.