Scars (JohnDave/DaveJohn)

Who the Fuck Are You?

Dave stared up at the house, though it seemed like no one was home... The sun was starting to rise, so mine as well just hideout on the front porch or something. Maybe catch a little half hour nap? That sounds real fuckin' nice, let's do that. So Dave sat, then laid, then turned upside down, then back upright again, until he finally fell asleep.

Of course he was quickly interrupted by a girly shriek coming from a small brunette. "Daddy, there's some homeless guy on our porch!!!" Dave grunted as he sat up, staring at the kid with the most annoyed look known to man. "John. Calm the fuck down, it's me."

"What do you mean, 'it's me'. Who the fuck are you?? How the hell do you know my name?! Daddy!!!" John exclaimed, grabbing a broom as defense to Dave. The white-haired boy rubbed his eye before stating, "Dave Strider, and unless you're planning to sweep me off my feet, please put the broom down."

John laughed at that, which made Dave crack a small smirk. "Oh, heh... Sorry Dave, didn't mean to wake you then. Never mind dad! It's just Dave!" John dropped his broom before running over to the other and hugging him. Dave, not much of the hugging type, just let him, being wary of any sudden movements. "You can do this for three more seconds, two, one." Then the hug was over and John was pushed back easily by Dave's hand.

"Well how about three more seconds?" John smiled, moving in for another hug, but stopped himself as he remembered Rose's words. "Uh, so let's get your things inside and then you can come with me to the store! Dad forgot milk yesterday when we were at the grocery store.. Well, I forgot it, but he didn't remind me, so..!"

Dave just waved the other off, hardly even listening anymore. He picked up his things, hauling them into the Egbert's living room. After dropping his things, Dave immediately went over to John's dad and held his hand out to him. "Hello, Mister Egbert, I'm Dave. I'm sure John's told you about me and what's up. So, thanks."

John scoffed lightly, eyebrows raised, "wow Dave, that was like extremely classy??" The brunette laughed lightly and god fucking damnit why was he laughing? It just made Dave want to smile and hug him, he was so cute and adorable. Right down to his little quirk of pulling his little hair tufts behind his ears.

Once Dave had actual sheets and pillows on the couch made, he was set. Next thing he knew him and John were walking down the street, arms looped around each other. "John, please give me my arm back I'm dying over here. You're too short to hook arms with, Jesus Christ." John just rolled his eyes, taking Dave's hand instead. "Better?"

Dave shook his head and pulled his hand away immediately, pushing John a bit. "Fuck off, loser." Dave didn't know how to handle the hand holding. He hand't done that since his last girlfriend, and boy was that hell when she broke up with him. You think that relationship just might have turned you gay. Well, not to mention the constant brotherly love you got nearly six out of the seven days a week. Sometimes even twice a day.

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Not sure if I should continue or not.. Sorry if I don't, but I most likely will.