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I looked up and thought: Wow. This is what his house is like. Especially in winter...It looked like his bro was in the holiday cheer. there was Christmas lights and everything. As I walked in all I saw was Dave curled up in a little ball on the couch. He looked kinda...Helpless.
He was shivering on the couch in the living room and looked like he had seen a horrible thing happen. I got closer and closer to him until I got a good look at him. It was a good thing he was sleeping cause it looked like I was some kind of freak looking at him nearly a few inches from his face. I found a blanket in the closet and decided to go get it. I grabbed it and boy was it soft! It kind of reminded me of a really fluffy sheep.
I heard a door slam that sounded like a bomb exploding in my ear, and steps that were creeping close, also a swoop of some sort that ended with my shivers being almost gone. Bro was gone, and I was pretty much alone. Until all of that happened. Shit was happening in the neighborhood. A girl getting shot, a young boy getting hit by a bus, an old crabby lady that lived down the street from us was fucking crammed by a train. This shit is only going to get worse. My shivers have now stopped and I felt a cool hand being spread on my forehead.
"Egderp...?" I heard Dave manage to choke out. "Yeah, Dave? Are you okay? You have a oddly hot fever thats burning up and....Whats happened to you, Dave?"
Worries, worries, and even more uncool worries. "Egderp, I need to ask you something.." here it goes. "Yeah?" John was so frustrating.... "I want you to-" "Yeah?" and, "Get the fuck out of my house." fucking adorable in the most uncool way. Here come the tears. "B-but what the hell did I-I do?" Shouldn't he have seen the sarcasm..? I patted his back and whispered in his fragile ears, "I was only kidding you, Egderp." His eyes got so wide and then he hit one in my gut. Fuck that hurt. Only a cough was released.
Your name is John Egbert and you are so frustrated at your best bro.
He was shivering on the couch in the living room and looked like he had seen a horrible thing happen. I got closer and closer to him until I got a good look at him. It was a good thing he was sleeping cause it looked like I was some kind of freak looking at him nearly a few inches from his face. I found a blanket in the closet and decided to go get it. I grabbed it and boy was it soft! It kind of reminded me of a really fluffy sheep.
I heard a door slam that sounded like a bomb exploding in my ear, and steps that were creeping close, also a swoop of some sort that ended with my shivers being almost gone. Bro was gone, and I was pretty much alone. Until all of that happened. Shit was happening in the neighborhood. A girl getting shot, a young boy getting hit by a bus, an old crabby lady that lived down the street from us was fucking crammed by a train. This shit is only going to get worse. My shivers have now stopped and I felt a cool hand being spread on my forehead.
"Egderp...?" I heard Dave manage to choke out. "Yeah, Dave? Are you okay? You have a oddly hot fever thats burning up and....Whats happened to you, Dave?"
Worries, worries, and even more uncool worries. "Egderp, I need to ask you something.." here it goes. "Yeah?" John was so frustrating.... "I want you to-" "Yeah?" and, "Get the fuck out of my house." fucking adorable in the most uncool way. Here come the tears. "B-but what the hell did I-I do?" Shouldn't he have seen the sarcasm..? I patted his back and whispered in his fragile ears, "I was only kidding you, Egderp." His eyes got so wide and then he hit one in my gut. Fuck that hurt. Only a cough was released.
Your name is John Egbert and you are so frustrated at your best bro.
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"Quit that. You're making ME uneasy."
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dave you little fucker :3