Homestuck Dave×John Movie Night!

Dave×John Chapter 9: Dangerous Dance-Strife!!

(A/N: And now we are back to the main storyline! ^^ yeaaaa.... totally my fault how rejected and late this was. Welp! Enjoy the sucky chapter! Sorry about how I went back on my word last chapter.... but like you'll accept the apology anyway. No idea why you still have gotten this far into reading. ^^ and you deserve a really long chapter nao!)

  You wake up but stay as you are with your eyes closed. You're way too tired to get up. God damn you hate waking up for school. Fuck school. You might just stay at home all day. You're sure Bro won't mind. Home... wait a minute. Oh shit, right, you stayed at John's house for the night. Scratch the stay at home thing.

  You remember John and everything that went down yesterday and reach over to where John is. Or supposed to be. He's not there.

   "John?" you slur groggily.

   "I'm over here, Dave. Hehehe." John replies. You can tell that his voice is nearby and off the bed.

  You roll onto your side ready to sit up and reluctantly slide off of the comfort and warmth of John's bed when your lips were met with his. Your eye lids open quickly to see John eyes closed and lost in the kiss, already dressed and kneeling by the bed so he can kiss you. And gog damn it was freakishly bright in the room. John needs to bring some curtains or something up in here. Your eyes flutter closed from the brightness of the room and to help savor the kiss-hold on. Bright? There's no way for it to be bright with your shades on-oh shit. Oh shit. Your shades... are gone.

  You feel John bring a hand to the back of your neck, with his tongue that barely brushes against your bottom lip, softly pushing past your lips when you flinch and push him away instinctively in fear of the possibility that he saw your eyes. Your freakishly red hued eye color.

  You quickly scoot away from John, sitting up on the bed with your back against the wall and tilt your head down, closing your eyes for good measure. You are not taking any chances.

   "D-Dave?" you can hear worry in his voice.

   "Sorry, John. I didn't mean to push you like that." you apologize. Eyes still closed and head bowed down to the mattress.

   "N-no it's fine. Did I do something wrong? What happened, Dave?"

   "Nothing. Just freaked me out a little. Hey, can you do me a favor and hand me my shades?" you say.

   " 'Nothing'-? Dave, we both know that when people are lying they avoid eye contact." and I guess the favor was completely disregarded. Thanks John.

   You know you're not making eye contact and that you are lying but he doesn't realize that you have your eyes closed for an entirely different reason. You change the subject," I just think that... that I got something in my eye." This lie should work.

   "Oh. Is that all? ... Lemme see, maybe I can tell what it is if you open your eyes. You probably got lint or dust in your eyes, Dave."

   Shit, well that didn't work, "Where are my shades?" if you can just get a hold of your shades, you can get out of this. You feel around the bed and ruffle the bedsheet to see if they fell off when you were asleep.

   "Dave, don't change the subject. Something is wrong and it's probably not even something in your eyes is it, Dave? Tell me what's the matter..."

  You stay silent as you feel the mattress dip under the weight of a new person and feel John crawl closer to you. You stay put.

   "Dave. What is wrong? Was it something that I did?" he pauses for a moment but before you can answer that he isn't the cause of your, once again, odd behavior he speaks again, "...Dave..." another pause, "Is this about us last night? ...Because if it is, and you didn't-"