[John's stomach drops and he wants to puke the moment he sees those sunglasses. He nudges his own to better fit his face as he stares at the blonde boy, and he bites his lip and that is something he hasn't done in years. He knows those sunglasses. He held them in his twelve-year-old hands, put them in a box with a certificate, and sent them to Texas. He knows those fucking glasses.]
[His one-night stand keeps laying on the hints, the facts, everything that describes one boy and one boy alone. He's too cool for words, drinks monster--keyword, right there--amounts of fucking apple Christmas juice, and shit shit shit he just said hummingbird ohhh fuck. John swallows thickly, and suddenly feels way too exposed for anyone's good. Oh god. Of all ways to finally meet his best friend, Dave fucking Strider, in person, it had to be like this.]
[He pushes himself up just enough to get a better angled look of Dave, taking in everything he can. His clothes don't matter, and neither does the campus distance. He's glad about those other three things, those are great, but fuck his life he slept with Dave Strider.]
U-uh...
[John's brain completely skips the introductions, because those are awkward as fuck and John has more pressing concerns on his mind.]
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Date: 2012-02-23 07:37 am (UTC)[His one-night stand keeps laying on the hints, the facts, everything that describes one boy and one boy alone. He's too cool for words, drinks monster--keyword, right there--amounts of fucking apple Christmas juice, and shit shit shit he just said hummingbird ohhh fuck. John swallows thickly, and suddenly feels way too exposed for anyone's good. Oh god. Of all ways to finally meet his best friend, Dave fucking Strider, in person, it had to be like this.]
[He pushes himself up just enough to get a better angled look of Dave, taking in everything he can. His clothes don't matter, and neither does the campus distance. He's glad about those other three things, those are great, but fuck his life he slept with Dave Strider.]
U-uh...
[John's brain completely skips the introductions, because those are awkward as fuck and John has more pressing concerns on his mind.]
I was gonna pester you, I swear!