knightime | [Closed] Day(care) Dreamers

Dave buckles himself in, leaving the box on his lap. He looks out the window, even if there isn't anything to really look at.

Dave finally glances at John. "It's your choice. You're the driver so the radio is your turf. But I think you can just take me home John. I ain't really interested in getting food at the moment."

What in the world was Dave's problem all of a sudden. He was seriously getting tired of stepping on eggshells around people, it was getting far past ridiculous at this point.

"That wasn't a stab at your accent." John is silent for the rest of the drive, only speaking when he is pulling into the IHOP parking lot again. Who are you?" No shit he's Dave Strider. "Not some smart ass, I'm Dave Strider, crap. Who are you really? Are you who I think you are?"

John was not leaving without answers.

Dave's grip on the handle of the passenger side door tightens slightly. He really wanted to just make a quick dash out of the car and never have to deal with this again.

He doesn't even know why he got so angry. Maybe he was trying to get John to hate him more. John hates him right? "I don't know who you think I am. I'm just the creepy albino guy that takes care of a bunch of kids as a day job. Is that what you were thinking?"

John certainly didn't understand why Dave was getting so high strung over this, to john that meant his assumptions were correct and that Dave was the lonely kid from his teenage years who always put up a facade in favor of being 'cool'.

"I know who I think you are. But you would just deny the claim that you're Dave from my childhood. The Dave I never got to see because you assumed I was like the rest of humanity and I would laugh at you." John really wasn't bothered or creeped out by the fact that Dave was albino, that was the least of John's worries- it was actually a rather unique trait if you asked him. "All I happen to be is the buck toothed nerd who survived high school and made nothing out of himself, just being supervisor of the electronics section at Target of all places."

John had resentment for his facade in high School. "None of those people knew who I really was you know.I think the only person who truly knew me was you, Dave." If John would get an award for best angry rant this would be the rant to give it to. He was white knuckling the steering wheel as he parked and turned off the car.

Dave doesn't answer John. He just presses his cheek against the glass, kind of shrinking into his seat. He doesn't know what to do in this situation. Dave wanted to make a statement about how its impossible to know whether someone would be bothered by his appearance or not, but it was a sore subject. He wasn't going to talk about it unless he was made to talk about it.

By the time they arrived and John had parked, Dave had shrunk into his seat. He definitely looked more like a child like this. It was obvious that Dave had no way or intention on playing off that he wasn't this guy that John was talking about. He had no way to deny the claims and have any proof of it either.

"It's been five years. We've grown up."

John is glancing at Dave from the driver's side. He's surprised Dave is even shrinking into the seat like that. Maybe it was the way that he had raised his voice? John bites his lips and shrinks back into his own seat.

"Look dude, I'm sorry." He has a feeling his apology is going to fall on misguided ears however, it seems like Dave think John may hate him in some way. This wasn't the case at all, and what Dave had just said proved to John that this was the same Dave Strider he'd known so long ago.

"It's been five years without a best friend." Plus all the fake friends that John had accumulated over the years. They'd ditched him, as he had earlier remembered. John hadn't been able to afford to go to a University. Bad memories from senior year, blah blah.

"Are you really not going to hear me out Dave?"

"I don't know why you're sorry. I burned the bridge. I burned it with all the gasoline anyone can dream of and set off fireworks on it like the Fourth of July. I was the one who deleted my chumhandle and got a new one. I didn't look back once. That's the kind of guy you made best friends with," Dave said, his voice surprisingly even. It was like Dave had just emotionally detached himself from the conversation.

Dave mostly remembered black eyes and split lips. Coming home with bruised knuckles and a hell lot of warnings. The only reason he got through high school was his condition and that everytime he was in a fight, it was through self defense.

"I'm not sure what you want to talk about." His hand is still on the door handle like a fucking lifeline.

"I'm sorry because I just yelled at you, and I'm sorry I didn't try to fix it before it went downhill. All over my curiosity of what you looked like. I'm really sorry." John is striving for a second chance. "Now that I see you, I'm not even sure why you were worried."

John remembers a lot of High School being easy for him, the occasional guy asking to borrow his homework, clubs, and just all around having an easy time. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Dave shrunk when John yelled. John was no better than one of those goddamn bullies.

"I don't know either. But I don't want this night to end on some awful note"

"Because I was sixteen with next to no friends other than people on the internet. I went to school and got picked on for looking different. Even if they didn't say anything, they always gave me looks. Not the 'Oh, he's kind of cute' or 'his hair is cool' type of looks. The type of looks where if they think I'm looking, they quickly turn away like a fucking deer in headlights." And it was unpleasant everyday. To feel like a freak. "I didn't need my friends on the internet to judge me the same way. Sure did fuck that one up anyways."

And the last thing he wanted was John to judge him the same way.

"What are you implying?"

"I never got the chance, Dave." He didn't mean it like a chance to bully. "I never got the chance to tell you that the way you look is fine. I wouldn't have treated you any differently." Then again, John is twenty years old. John was fifteen back then and he knew he was capable of saying some really awful stuff. He probably would have been shocked, and unsure of what to think, but he isn't sure what his reaction would have bveen at that age.

John raised his brow. "I just didn't want you to leave angry, or to think I was angry."

"I didn't want to give you the chance to fine out." Dave wasn't sure why this mattered. In the end, Dave was the one who refused and was too stubborn to consider actually letting John see him as a viable option. He was too scared, and it cost him their friendship. In retrospect, it was kind of dumb, but he was also a teen who was self conscious. He's much less self conscious now, if only because he had a fanbase now who rather him be around.

"It was something that happened when we were teens. I didn't think you'd even remember."

"Exactly, but I should have expected that you know. You were always so stubborn." John was just as much at fault for shoving Dave in such an uncomfortable place at such a young age. He didn't mean Dave to feel uncomfortable- but what are you supposed to think at fifteen when your best friend cuts ties with you on your birthday. You think he deserves being shoved there because you're supposed to be best friends and not have secrets.

"Of course I did." He sighs. "I have my old computer still, with all of our chat logs still on it. Day one, to the dooms day that was that night. Everything is archived." John thinks it's silly to admit this.

"I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again, to be honest."

"It was my fault, John." He'd just like to put it out there. "It was your birthday and I basically gave you the shittiest birthday present to date. I don't know why you're making excuses for me."

Oh...that's. Well. He's not sure what to say about that, actually. "But why?" Why did John value all that so highly?

"I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. I still kept in touch with Jade and Rose. Rose, wasn't really my choice since my bro and her Mom knew each other. Actually, she knew about my condition since she could remember the word and its definition. She was trying to convince me that showing you a photo of me wasn't going to be an end all. Probably should have listened to her."

John doesn't want to blame it on Dave, John really doesn't Dave to blame himself for anything that happened between them a long time ago. They were both grown up now and those things were in the past. But with the past slapping them both in the face right now he wasn't sure what to do.

"I wanted to remember you, okay?" He knows how fucking weird that must sound. To want to remember a guy from a really long time ago that you only knew since you were thirteen. But John has every bit of it archived.

"It's cool man. I don't need a picture now that I've seen you in real life." He chuckled a little. "I think you shouldn't let your looks bother you. I mean, I have buck teeth and the charm of any adult male working in a retail store." He was really making himself look dumb for Dave's sake. See, he does still care.

"I wanted to ask a long fucking time ago. Okay, well the day I met you at the daycare center..." John isn't sure how to say this. "I wanted to confirm that you were you, and we could rekindle our friendship."

This is hitting a whole lot of awkward really fast. Dave couldn't forget John. It was impossible. John was one of the few people whom actually knew how to cheer him up. Losing that was hard. And having John tell you he wanted to remember him...it was endearing and kind of overwhelming.

And seriously. When kids with buck teeth could make fun of you. It didn't really help. Just made him feel more awkward about how he looks. He hasn't been this self conscious about it in awhile.

"How about we talk about this later?"

Oh yeah, that's Dave totally opening his car door and getting out of the car. It's really shitty of him not to give John a straight up answer, but he's also really confused and trying to not freak out too much.

He just can't deal right now. Maybe once he doesn't feel so boxed in, he can consider an actual answer, but the pressure was just too much right now.

John is almost disheartened by the fact that Dave is trying to leave, he watches him go for the handle, watches him put a foot outside of the car. After that John isn't thinking. John really isn't thinking as he gets out of the car faster than Dave and sprints to Dave's side.

John isn't thinking when he pins Dave against the door. John isn't thinking at all right now, he just didn't want Dave to leave so fucking soon. John has his hands on either side of Dave now, effectively pinning him to the car's passenger door. John is staring directly into what would be Dave's eyes if he didn't have his aviators on. John is determined to not let Dave leave until he gets his answer.

So John doesn't think and does something completely irrational. He saw it in a movie once he thinks. He's leaned forward, and he's kissing Dave. Not sure why he's doing it, but he's doing it. He supposes this really isn't Dave's form of make up though.

There's a clatter as the box in Dave's hands drops to the floor. Dave's eyes widen behind his sunglasses as he feels John's breath on his own and John's lips pressed against his. His mind just goes completely blank. Dave doesn't even know whether to panic or not, just that it was taking a long time to process that John Egbert is kissing you against the side of his car.

Of course he doesn't kiss back. That would be really weird. He doesn't move away either though. Dave was just kind of frozen in place, the initial shock still slowly wearing off.

John. What are you doing?

John doesn't really pull away at first, there is seriously no way to just blow this off. Is there? Yeah not likely. So he's just going to actually end the kiss with the soft smack of his own lips. He isn't sure if Dave even did anything during that kiss at all. Probably not, but that was definitely okay.

"Uh.." Yeah he really has no good excuse for this. He just kind of stays where he's at, no real interest in moving at the moment. Just looking down at the parking lot. Wow this is really embarrassing.

Uh Indeed. Well, if you were trying to make this not awkward, you did a really shitty job. Shit just got more awkward.

"Is that how you normally stop people in their tracks, or am I just a special case?" He's glad it's dark, because his face is probably unbelievably red now. He shifts a bit in an awkward manner. He can't even say he didn't like it because suddenly being pinned between John and the side of his car was...well it's a nice fantasy once in awhile.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't do that so you can have me rate your kisses, but I always thought you were into girls. Don't really swing that way or nothin' so..." He kind of just trails off. "You going to keep me here, John? Cause this whole...thing. This is kind of uncomfortable for me in a lot more ways than you are actually aware of."

Shit is more awkward than it was five minutes ago, yes. But it did stop Dave from leaving him right away.

"I think you're a really special case. I really haven't kissed someone in a really long time. You just, you were trying to leave! I saw it in some crappy love film once and it just seemed right." John is being more and more awkward by the second. He wasn't even thinking about this when he did it, he hadn't really thought of the fact that he never really explored things like his stance on sexuality. Jesus christ this was getting more and more awkward.

"Oh, shit.." He was really hoping Dave didn't pop a boner or something from that. Really hoping he didn't, because John is keeping him here until they talk about what they need to talk about.

"You did it because a shitty romcom told you that this was a good idea. Should I remind you it was a romcom? One that was probably a guy chasing after the main female? Do i look like I'm Jennifer Aniston trying to run away from my deep, dark, romantic feelings of how I'm head over heels with the attractive male protagonist?" Oh my god, he's actually babbling at this point. He's a mix between embarrassed, flustered, and just kind of freaking out. "Should I remind you that you just stopped me in what should have been the most romantic way if it were not completely dumb while implying that my hormones are as straight as rainbows?"

He really needs to shut himself up. This is just so dumb. "Oh shit indeed. What do you want? Other than trying to shove your tongue down my throat to apparently stop me from going home."

Edited (was that even english?) 2012-07-26 06:22 (UTC)

"It was a romcom, I was just trying to not go directly for that term in general. You might now be into that shit you know? Dude, you aren't Jennifer Aniston. You would be way hotter than her anyways." John is babbling off into another world right now, he was totally complimenting Dave in the attractive light. Yeah, Dave is pretty attractive now that he thinks about it.

"Are you implying that perhaps you swing my way?" Okay John could totally deal with that. He'd only ever kissed a girl, and Dave. Not that he was totally counting Dave's kiss or anything since he didn't kiss back or anything.

This is really getting incredibly silly. "I want to finish the conversation we had in the car. But I didn't want you to feel cornered and well, look what I'm doing."

Dave might have instinctively tried stepping back even if the car was obviously in his way. John did a really good shutting Dave up. He wasn't sure if John was being facetious or if he actually meant it. But Dave definitely looked fairly flustered about it. God, he can feel his ears burning even.

"I'm saying that I like guys and aren't we working a little too fast? Just a few hours ago, I was pretty sure that my life was ending and now you're trying to get in my pants. How about we try and move a little slower. Shit doesn't happen overnight because Lalonde decided to be a sneaky fucking bitch about this all."

He lets out a long sigh. "You have me pinned against your car. I'm sorry, but what were we talking about exactly? What was that about being friends again? Let me shove my tongue into your mouth. This is how I say hello."

John wasn't really being facetious at all. John was actually being quite serious when it came to telling someone how they looked. If he said they looked really attractive, even more so than Jennifer Aniston. Then he wasn't joking. This was not a drill Dave, your ears are burning for the right reasons.

"Dude. I'm not saying it's bad you like guys. Whoa, were we moving somewhere really? Like I'm pretty sure you life isn't ending and like I guess me kissing you is like a really rad birthday present?"

Okay so he isn't sure that he's okay or comfortable with what he just did. He is literally not sure what is running through his head. "Well yes I still want to be friends, and I want to clear up any misunderstandings from back then. But man I really think I just won the award for most awkward friend and everything.."

Dave isn't ever going to get used to that. And he knows from experience that people find him attractive. It's just something he's still trying to come in terms with.

"Kissing would be nice if I had a relationship that lasted longer than a month that didn't end terribly because the other guy was just interested in getting sex." Wow, this is getting TMI. Need to really switch subjects.

"I'm pretty sure we cleared any misunderstandings and if you really want to be real pals, than I guess that's cool. I need more people in my life that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out. Just, let's not do the whole random kissing thing. For now on, I will respond to being told to stop. You kiss your girlfriend, not your guy friend whom you just reconciled with. In case you weren't sure."

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