The Sinner and the Saint // davesport dsaf

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This chapter contains sAdness but it becomes coot

-----daves pov-

'I wonder what will go on today' He pondered that thought over and over again as he sat on the couch. His home was a broken down garage, he managed to rent out of luck. Mice crawled everywhere, and Dave hardly got a bite to eat.

He just couldn't afford it, after.. After his dad kicked him out. And..

Dave shook his head, tears falling down his cheek.

He sighed, holding his head barely up. He was exhausted.

Dave silently checked the time on his rusty watch, he was working the dayshift today. He then continued to get ready for work.

-time skip (after he was done getting ready)

Suddenly, his body ached. Dave held onto his stomach tightly.

Dave dropped to the floor, crying. A loud thump echoed through his ''house.''

He could hear someone knocking at the door, but he couldn't respond.

The world spinned, getting darker

And darker.

He passed out.

------jacks pov-

Jack slugged out of bed, tossing his clothes on. A black suit with a gold tie. He felt great.

'Today is going to be a good day!' He clapped his hands, thinking to himself.

Running downstairs, he threw a piece of bread into the toaster. You see, he doesn't eat much. He hasn't for years, but managed to live by eating toast every morning. Somehow, Jack wondered how he never got sick of eating the same thing every morning, but his thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the toaster. Sliding onto the table, he munched on his toast, again interrupted but this time by his phone ringing. He picked it up. It was Steven!

"Uh.. Uh.. Hey? Can you do me a favor, Jack?" Steven mumbled.

"Sure!"

"Can you check on Dave? Y'know, Miller. He lives near you right? Well his 'house' is completely obvious. He lives at....(not saying, cause lazy to make up a place.) He was late today, and- i'm just worried. THANKS, BYE!"

Steven hung up before he could ask anything, and Jack placed his phone in his pocket. Welp, another thing to do. Dave was his nightshift buddy, he is kinda suspicious at times and to go to his house seems CRazY. Literally. But he had to do it.

So he threw his black jacket on, took his pocket knife, as he always brought it with him for safety. Rumbling through his room, he put on his blue backpack. Running out the door, he jumped in his blue sedan and started the engine. He began driving to Dave's house.

It was sort of far, so he decided to play music. Jack whistled to the tune.

''MR. BLUE SKIES"

'Sun is shinin in the sky, there aint a cloud in sight.

It stopped rainin, everybodys in the play,

and dont you know, its a beautiful day !Hey!Hey!

Runnin down, the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly in the city,

on the streets were once was pity.

Mr Blue sky is livin here today, !Hey!Hey!

Mr. Blue sky, please tell us why..

You had to hide away for so long... (so long..)

Were did we go wrong?'

Jack arrived, almost barfing at the site of the 'house', instead it was a small garage. Rats and bugs infested, mold everywhere along with rust. Hopping out of the car, he marched onto the steps of the back door. Only when he knocked the door opened itself. Stepping in, he saw a body. A purple body, laying on the floor. Blood poured out of his mouth.

Gasping, he kneeled and walked over. He was alive. Dave was alive. Picking a cloth out of his backpack, he wiped the blood that seemed to replace puke. Jack never noticed, but Dave was skinnier than him. He stood up, sending a quick text to his boss, Steven to notify him he will need a few days off.

Without waiting for response, he crouched down, slowly picking up Dave Bridal-Style. Dave did weigh quite some, but enough for the small orange man. Carrying him, he laid him down in his car, using the emergency blanket to cover his skinny body.

Getting into the front seat, he started the car. Turning down the music, he switched the station to songs by ''Lucy Spraggan,'' In specific, the song PAPER DREAMS began to play.

'I got my feet on the ground but i know where my heart is'

Dave soundly slept.

'Writing a song doesn't make me an artist.'

Jack turned the wheel.

'Tryna get somewhere, trying my hardest, somewhere now but i haven't even started yet.'

Jack began to quietly sing the song.

'Ive got so much to do, but im too tired to put on my shoes, and walk to the next stop in jeans and a vest top, with last nights pizza ill eat the rest of.'

The music stopped as Jack arrived at his house to pick up a few things.

*skip, Jack goes and gets some clothes and his money to put in a suitcase*

Throwing the suitcase into the trunk, he hopped back into the car. He noticed Dave was sniffling, tiny tears streaming down his cheek. Hopping to the back, he watched Dave cry silently.

He then wrapped his tiny arms around Dave. He seemed to stop crying, so Jack wiped his tears away. He gave Dave a tiny kiss on the cheek, before becoming a blushing mess. Quickly, He jumped back into the front. Flustered af. He began to drive to his destination: HilTon HoTeLs.