But who needs time? || pepsicola fanfic

First aproach

John: are you in Seattle yet?
Dave: that's for you to find out

You excitedly text Dave your address, not even thinking twice of privacy.

Dave: I already have your address

John: how I never gave it to you?

Dave: Google.

John: stalker.

Dave: yep

You eagerly pop your head out the window to see Dave perched on a bench outside. You grab your phone, bag, and keys while you hop down the stairs. You leap towards your dad and shout, "Kay I'll be back around 12!" You swung the door open and pounced on your ashy haired friend. "W-woah hey Egderp." He glanced down at you, hugging back while rocking side to side. You release him and rummage through your bag. He slightly turned around motioning to his sibling telling him to leave. Bro looked at Dave then to you, then back at Dave then gave him a thumbs up. He snickered as he punched the accelerator and drove off, leaving skid marks on your street. Dave looks at you smugly and speaks, "well that was subtle." You giggled and grasp your hand on a card. You pick it up an throw it like a ninja star at Dave. He caught it midair and lightly un-wrinkled the flier. He looks up at you and smirks. "I'll pay." You squeak and swirl in a circle. Your first amusement park! Dave raised his eyebrows at your display and began to rummage through his own bag. His pulled out a green envelope and threw it at you, slightly knocking off your glasses. He leaped inside without an explanation.
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You plant your red converse on the ground and sprint through the Egbert household, exchanging strange looks with johns father. You fling open johns door and fix your eyes on his... original ... room. It was just as you expected. Nick cage and ghostbusters. Everywhere. You sloppily toss your stuff on johns bed and take one last moment to bask in the glory of johns merchandise. You stumble down the stairs and jump through the door frame, slamming it behind you. John is already 23 meters or so down the street. You jog your way to him. You personally hate physical activity and that dork knows it. You reach him panting and out of breath. ((;D)) you place a hand on his shoulder and start spilling out the troubles of your life. "Y-you aRre/- so tIny buT-t so ffFast. H-how?" John chuckled and replied, "I'm tiny, but I have the stamina of a lion!" He scrunched up his face and pointed at your legs. "Those!" This punk had an idea. "Those would be better for running, you know, if we combined, we'd be so fast! We have your legs for speed and my stamina! If you pick me up then maybe it-" you swept him of his feet bridal style and interrupted him. "Wow! You were right! I can already feel the connection!" You swung him around onto your back and grabbed his thigh. He let out a small squeal. You smirked, blushing under your shades. You spoke again under your breath. "Hold on! Super charged running commencing in 3--2--1" you took off running down the street, john giggling and smiling the whole way there. You two had a blast! The admission was a little pricey, but it was worth it! John ate a funnel cake! We went on the spinning teacups, and john threw up a funnel cake. That cute thing even fell asleep on the fairest wheel! He marveled over a gold fish you won him at the Ping pong fish booth. On the walk home he kept on wobbling an going limp. "John?" He snorted and went still. He was exhausted and fell asleep on you. Awwwww! Finally, you finished your trek home. You reached the steps, trudging up them to the door. You clasp your hand on the knob and twist it, but it won't open. It's locked. You suddenly remember that john had.. the.. keys... you look over your shoulder at john, sleeping so peacefully and content. You can't possibly wake him. You lay him on the soft grass and whisper. "Okay, don't be alarmed I'm gonna check your pockets." You dug through his pockets, pulling out his phone and finally the keys. You spun around and unlocked the door, turning back around and picking up your limp friend. You faintly see a paper floating in the distance and ignore it at the moment, curiosity blooming inside of you. You place john on the couch then leap out the door, towards the stranded paper. You pick it up and gasp at the familiar note.
John, I like you more than a bro. Please check how you feel. I'd understand If you don't feel the same way.
Yes I do. - ✔️

No I don't. -
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