Dave's Red Eyes

Hello Again?

Daves POV:

It's the end of the week now, and to your satisfaction, John's back at school. Good. It was boring without that buck-toothed kid.

You make your way through the cafeteria, feeling bad for the people at the end of the insanely long lines that almost made it halfway across the room. They are going to be left with the shittiest part of the shitty school food. You nearly weep in pity.

You sit down at the table, next to your boy-you mean best-friend. Your other friend, Jade, sits across from you eagerly chatting away about something that you know nothing about, while John's hooked on her every word.

Suddenly, she pulls out a green squiddle from her book bag, and you think you're understanding what they're talking about, but you don't have time to join in on their conversation. Instead, you take of a sheet of paper with way too many questions on it, and flip open your notes. Next class period is geography and you didn't do your homework last night because you procrastinated like you tend to do, so you're determined to finish it in the next twelve minutes while you snack on your lunch.

You bs through half of your work within four minutes, and finish with about three minutes to spare. You make a sigh of relief. You can't be the only guy not to turn in your homework. It's not cool.

Once you begin putting your stuff away, John turns to you. "Wanna do something this weekend?"

"Sure. Your place or mine?" You question.

"Neither. I just spent the past week doing nothing. It gets old after a while, you know?" You nod. You know all too well.

"So, where do you want go, then? I doubt they have a Nicolas Cage store."

"That would be awesome!" John said excitedly as if he were imagining a Cage store. Finally, he snapped out of it, shaking his head. "But nah, I was thinking more of bowling."

"Bowling?" You raised an eyebrow. You admit, it's fun playing the eyebrow game.

"Yeah! It would be fun." You begin to slightly blush. Bowling. Isn't that something that couples do? You can feel it in your bones that your systems about blow. You can't help yourself but to imagine the two of you on a date, passionately bowling together. You don't want to get into too much detail.

You snap out of your daydream as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.

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You're still Dave Elizabeth Strider. It's Friday afternoon, and you've made plans to go bowling with John in a couple hours. You walk home from school, and find your apartment suspiciously empty with the tv mysteriously off. It's never off.

"Bro?" You call out. His car's outside, so you'd thought he'd be here...wait. You can hear two male voices from the back. One with a slightly Texan accent, the other sounded like a British-Australian mix.

You sneak down the hallway, and casually glance into Dirks room. You see Dirk, of course, looking as cool as ever. But you also see Jake who's standing waaay to close to your bro. What's he doing here? You haven't seen Jake in a few months, since Dirk suddenly became more of a guardian towards you. You had just figured that something happened between them to make Dirk behave better with you. So why are they talking now?

You manage to catch a few words from their conversation, but you aren't quite enjoying what you hear.

"Can't we tell him?"

"No, not yet. Lil' shit can't know anything about this yet."

"Shhh! He's right-" as soon as Jake took notice of you, you were walking through the door. Too late, mothafuckas.

"I can't know what?" You ask, folding your arms. You don't try to sound innocent, just as strong and imposing as you possibly could.

You give your brother an evil-eye through your shades. You hope to beyond the grave and back that he can feel your stare burning.

Bro stood, his expression changing from surprise to anger in a flash. "What did you hear?" He demanded, his anime shades unable to hide that this wasn't normal anger. He was afraid. Most likely afraid that his little brother had heard something he shouldn't have heard. Yep, probably that.

"I heard that you can't tell me something. And why is Jake here?" You question, glaring at your brothers friend. You haven't heard of or from him in months, and now he suddenly turns up, out of the blue, keeping secrets from you with your brother? No. That's so. Un. Cool.

"Uh...um." Your brother scrambled for words. You nearly laugh at his stupidity.

"Just bloody tell him already!" Jake pressured your brother. You shoot him another glare for speaking.

"Umm, Dave. You might wanna sit down." Bro suggested.

You grab a swivel chair, throwing smuppet-ass out of the seat and sit down, one leg over the other as it bounced impatiently up and down.

"Dave," Bro began. Finally, you were going to get some answers. "I want you to know that you are my first priority in my life. That's why I haven't been spending as much time with Jake as I used to." You roll your eyes. What the hell is he talking about? Priority? What an act!

So?" You growl, annoyance spreading throughout your body like a wildfire.

"So, it's time for you to know that...well," Bro glanced up as Jake laid a hand on Bros shoulder. Your eyes widen in disbelief. "We're getting married."

Needless to say, you flipped shit.