Dave's Red Eyes

What Gives, Egbert?

Dave's POV:

The weekend graciously passed after John left; your brother cheered you up with AJ, pizza, and another random movie that he found somehow.

Dirk probably heard the whole thing between you and John, or maybe even saw it, but he wasn't one to ignore his brother when something made him lose his cool, because if you lost your cool guy appearance, Bro knows that something is wrong.

You wonder to your locker, looking for Egbert as you go. Even though he unmasked your eyes, you can't just let your friendship go to waste over something so trivial as that. Plus, you've gotta find out if he really doesn't like you anymore. If your eyes scared him away.

You tense as this once again crosses your mind. You thought that you had gotten over it, and put the blame on yourself for being too harsh on your friend; not giving him a chance to speak up. But in reality, you fear that he thinks of you as a freak. That you're now a clown to be laughed at.

You try to wrap it around your head that that's not John. John is too kind and happy-go-whatever-the-hell-he-is to be that much of an condescending assbutt.

After grabbing your materials from your locker, you wait by Johns until you're almost late for class. Where the hell is he?

You make it to class a literal half-second before the bell rang and you casually strolled to your seat. The teacher begins to call roll and you hear your friends name being called to the crowd of uninterested students. No reply sounds from the empty desk next to you.

School was a day filled with work, tears, and terror while you waited for the last bell to ring. You're completely losing your shit over the absence of one John Egbert. I knew it. You scolded yourself, I knew I'm a freak.

As soon as the last bell rung, you quickly maneuvered your way through the hallway, desperate to get out of the prison-like school. Your feet carried you down the sidewalk towards the Egderps residence. It is then that you stop and call yourself an idiot. John lives too damn far away for you to travel on foot.

You turn on your phone and call your Bro. "Dirk, I'm gonna need a ride."

You wait about five minutes, since your apartment is literally just down the road from the school, and Bro shows up with his pointed sunglasses sitting firmly on his face, and Cal buckled into the passenger side. You try to ignore your brothers creepy-ass hobby as you slide into the backseat.

"Where we going?" Bro leans back with one arm on the seat.

"Egberts. Stat." You plainly say. Your brother almost chokes on something that you can only assume to be his own saliva.

"Johns? Why? Why didn't you talk to him at school?"

You suck in air. "He was a no show."

Without verbally replying, Bro shifted gears and began driving in Johns direction.

Dave could tell, despite his brothers sunglasses covering his eyes, that he looked pretty unsure about this. To your dismay, his feelings only amplified yours.