WO A H.

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Johns pov

I slowly opened my eyes, waking up after probably the best sleep of my life. I felt a giant warm lump around me. And that gaint warm lump was named Dave. I turned over to see him facing me, his shades crooked on his face reveling his closed eyes. I smiled slightly and sighed, closing my eyes again. I heard him mumble something under his breath as I felt an arm snake gently around my waist, pulling me closer. WH A T THE S H IT. I felt my face heat up as I slowly opened my eyes again, Daves face now inches from mine. I blinked a few times, making sure I wasn't just seeing things as he slowly opened his eyes as well. Damn. His eyes were scarlet red, small specs of orange scattered around as they glistened in the morning sun. My mouth hung open as I stared into them. He obviously has noticed as a smirk grew on his lips. "Well good morning to you too then." He said softly, his voice quite husky since he just woke up. Why did I find him so....attractive. I blinked a few times, pulling myself back to reality. "I-....sorry. I didn't mean too its just...your eyes...they're so...pretty." I say, blushing bright red. He chuckles and shakes his head a little "its cool dude. I'm just happy you aren't flipping your shit and running away...people think I'm allways the spawn of Satan or some shit..." He says shyly. I shake my head and slowly raise a hand, cupping his cheek. "I would never run from you Dave..." I say softly, giving him a small smile. He smiles he actually smiles. And God. It's the greatest thing I've ever seen In my entire life. A genuine Strider smile. I softly rub my thumb on his cheek, sighing contently. Why does this all feel so...right? We're best friends for fucks sake! He sighs as well and slides a hand up the back of my shirt, rubbing my lower back. WOAH. WO A H.


W O A H.

//An//

Soooooo yep. Lil fluff for you fuckers. This was hella short but oh well. Deal with it and be greatful.

See ya next week! (Or sooner. Who knows.)

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