24 December 2012
Dave Strider had been in the hospital for three weeks. For two of them, he'd been unconscious and for all three, his best friend, John Egbert had been at his side every day in the hope that the sleeping blonde would wake up from his coma.
Today, Dave decided, would be the day that he finally confessed his love for John to him. He'd planned it out in his head perfectly; he'll confess his love, they make out, they all live happily ever after, the end. That is, if he could finally convince himself to grow a pair, man-up and pour out all the gayness in his heart.
'Come on Dave,' he thought to himself, 'you can do this. And even if it doesn't go as planned, what's the worst that can happen?'
"John?" "What's up, Dave?" He could feel himself starting to heat up and a pink tint was, in fact, beginning to dust his cheeks as he continued the conversation. "I have something that I need to tell you," he started, "something that I've been meaning to tell you for quite a long time."
Suddenly, and to his dismay, Dave found himself short of words and struggled to pull the speech he'd been planning out of his heart. "Well?" John inquired, "what is it?"
Dave took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in his throat that had been building up and finally-
BRRING-BRRING
John's phone rang out loudly, disturbing the entire ward until he answered it. "Sorry, Dave, can you hold on a sec?" he said, pressing the phone to his ear. "Sure..."
Once the call had finished, John told him that he had to go and left fairly swiftly after a quick goodbye. Upset that he didn't manage to talk to John, Dave decided to wait for the next morning when he hoped to get his feelings out.
So, this is it so far. Sorry it's not finished and is really terribly written. I'm just really struggling for inspiration lately. -.-
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