Dave's Red Eyes

Mistake Made

Dave's POV:

You chill with your older brother beside you, watching some movie you've never even heard of. You're only half paying attention as time seemingly flies right by you. Before you know it, a long-expected knock sounds from your apartment door.

"Dave, your friend's here." Bro comments on the obvious as you stand up.

You're almost dorky enough for ignore his remark, but the feeling inside your gut telling you to react kept you cool. "Wow, thanks, I had no. Idea. What-so. Flipping. Ever." You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses.

You don't curse when you're talking to him, otherwise he will get pissed. For some reason, he's been playing the good parent and has actually been at home now more than ever. You shrug off your brothers weird actions, knowing that if you get caught up in whatever the hell is going on with him, it could very well mean the end of you.

You right your glasses after bumping them from standing. Your shades have been the one thing you loved but dreaded most. To be honest, you were quite tired of having to strain your eyes in the dark, or being recognized as an asshole for wearing them indoors. The only perfect thing about them was how it kept the world from seeing your bright, fiery eyes, and how it upped your coolness by...some.

You answer the door to your best friend standing with a package of AJ in his arms. Like you, he also wears glasses. Okay, not sunglasses, but eye-glasses. You know? For seeing and shit. The nerdy ones.

"No way, dude, did you seriously just bring AJ to my house?" You ask, feeling the need to slip the word, "dude" in there.

John stares down at it, obviously noticing his mistake. "Yeah, I brought some in case you were out."

You almost slam the door in his face. "Me? Out of AJ? Who the hell's apartment did you think you were coming to?"

John makes apologetic noises. Before he can stop, you drag him into your apartment then close the door behind him. You turn around and notice that your brother has up and disappeared from the room. "Bro?" You call, but without an answer.

You shrug it off and invite John over to the TV, switching from that intriguing but poor quality movie you'd never even heard of, and began searching through a list of movies when John spots 'Con Air'.

"No." You tell him, not in the mood to watch this for a seventh time with your friend.

"Come on, Dave! It's a classic!" John tries to argue.

"Dude, no, it's like a two hour long movie!"

John makes a go for the remote, but you grab it and stand up, holding it beyond his reach. John stands up, and tries to drag your arm down in order to change the channel to his precious movie. But you're too strong for him.

Damn, you notice, John's so passionate about this movie! Somehow this leads to you finding yourself thinking, why can't he be so passionate about me?

Johns determination doesn't waver when he begins to jump for the remote. "Dave! Please!" He begs. You don't even break a sweat as you manage to hold the remote above his grasp.

"Give it up."

Just after those words escaped your mouth, John resorted to the one line he should never have even pondered to cross. With one swift motion, John ripped your glasses right off of the bridge of your nose, revealing the one thing you couldn't let anyone see. The one thing that you've hated ever since you could remember. Your red eyes.

John fell backwards from his motion and onto the ground. Fear grabs your heart and twists it with it's below zero-grip, causing your whole body to freeze.

Your faces feels so unprotected without your shades on, you can't begin to explain what that feels like.

Your pupils react to the instant change in light, causing you to flinch. You did not sign up for this when you eagerly invited your friend over.

John blinks, dazed, then looks up into your wide, horrified eyes. You never wanted anyone to see this; especially someone you were close to. Shame began to swell up inside your gut, so much you couldn't take the dork staring up at you, looking at you, or even being next to you.

"You should go." You mutter, snatching your shades from his grasp. John was still in some sort of daze. "Get out!" You yell, feelings building up inside you. You couldn't let your insecurities drop even more in front of John. You couldn't lose anymore of your coolness in front of him, either. Once more, you yell at the dazed kid, your country accent slipping through. "Get the hell outta my home!"

John seemed to snap out of his daze, at least a little bit, and slowly began to get up. You've had enough waiting, you almost can't take it anymore, so you grab his arm and drag him out. You slam the door in his face and double lock it, your insecurities finally beginning to show.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[[Okay, so this is basically just another JohnDave or Davejohn fanfiction. I hope I don't mess up the characters personalities too much, and I hope some of you will enjoy reading this.]]