John/Dave: Lockers, Music, Pain

JohnXDave: Lockers, Music, Pain

John decided there was no possible way he should be able to fit in this locker. There was no way he should be face to face with the picture of Cage he taped to the door, head crammed under the shelf with all his textbooks, legs tangled in the sweatshirt on the floor. And they had locked him in. He laughed wryly, attempting to rattle the door to get help. But the bell had rung, and the kids who had shoved him in lone gone to class. He honestly didn't think the day could get much worse.
His neck was starting to cramp, and he thought maybe he should start yelling. But as he opened his mouth his taste buds were bombarded with the metallic taste of blood pouring from the cut on his lip. He cringed, causing the black eye he had to throb. He knew his left leg was completely scraped, and his right ankle was sprained, if not broken. John groaned lightly, the sound echoing throughout the locker. He thought he heard footsteps approaching, and began to rattle the door again.
"Is someone in here?" John could see red and white through the slots on the door.
"Y-yeah… it's locked though…"
John was met with what he assumed were sunglasses peeking at him through the cracks. "This your locker bro?" John nodded as much as he could. The boy outside chuckled, spinning the dial around. "There's a combo isn't there?"
"O-oh. 41-36-12…" After some fiddling, the door swung open, and John was met with his rescuer. He managed to get himself out for the most part, until he stumbled forward onto the other boy. He caught him, still chucking at the now flustered kid in his arms.
"What in the hell happened to you? Looks like you got hit by a truck."
"A bunch of stupid kids beat me up 'cuz I asked them to move so I could get my books and they stole my money too and said all sorts of mean stuff, and-"
"Shh, dude, it's okay. Just breathe, and I'll get y'all somewhere safe."
"Hehe, 'y'all'?" John laughed as the white haired boy became flustered, running a hand nervously through his hair. "I don't think I've seen you before, and I'm guessing you're from Texas." He smiled up at him weakly, his glasses askew on his battered face.
"Yeah. I'm Dave. Dave Strider."
"I'm John Egbert~!" He laughed again, wobbling on his one foot. He stuck his arms out to balance, successfully knocking Dave's shades off his face. He caught a glimpse of startled red eyes, before he ducked down to retrieve his glasses.
"Well, Egderp." Dave sighed, letting John swing his arm around his shoulder, "Let's get to the nurse, before we both get in troub- John are you okay?"
"I…I really don't want to go to the nurse." He mumbled, trying not to look nervous.
"Why? Guy seemed pretty nice."
"Yeah, well last time I showed up like this-"
"Last time?"
"Uh, yeah. This kinda thing happens a lot. Anyways, after he gave me band aids and crap, he revoked my computer privileges for a week."
"Nurses can do that here?" Dave laughed, helping the black haired boy down the hall.
"Yeah, if they're your dad."
"Oh." Dave stopped moving in the direction of the nurse, and instead towards a back exit. "Well then."
"Where are we goi-aah!" Dave scooped John up bridal style, and carried him out the door. "D-dave!"
"Shut up dude, someone will hear us. Watch yourself." Dave walked right into the bushes, pushing through a few feet of branches before finding the path. John was looking around shocked, his big blue eyes taking in everything. The albino couldn't help but notice how adorable he was.
He walked for a few more minutes, surprised at how little John weighed. The nurse dude was shoveling in cake when he went in there that morning for his schedule. After pushing through another bush, Dave stepped into a cracked parking spot, making sure not to make this the day he tripped over the pothole. He let John down, and let the kid hop on his good foot next to him as they entered the building. Nodding at the doorman, who was looking at him sternly, Dave punched the button on the elevator. He was so happy to have an elevator here. Especially now. He couldn't imagine lugging John up all those stairs they had back in Texas.
The elevator dinged, and he helped John in, who gratefully collapsed onto the floor. Dave hit the eight button and the doors slid shut, the elevator lurching upward. John shuddered, his face looking green in the cheap fluorescent light. "You okay, dude?" John nodded meekly, swirling his finger along the dirty designs printed on the thread bare carpet. "Are you sure? You look pretty pale."
"Dad's gonna be so pissed when he found out I skipped school." He sighed, hanging his head. "But it's not your fault, really. I probably would have left early anyways. It's just…"
"What?"
The elevator lurched to a stop, and John grimaced. "I-it's nothing, really." Dave pulled him up, helping him up. Dave scooped him up again, hurrying down the hall.
"Bro!" He kicked the door, readjusting John. It swung open a moment later, revealing a tall man with a hat and pointy glasses.
"Get married today?" He asked, and John looked back and forth, waiting for something to happen. Obviously some sort of understanding had passed between them that he didn't catch, because soon the man stepped aside, and Dave set John on the couch.
He looked around the apartment, the white walls covered in posters of rap artists and what he assumed was anime. There were weird puppets everywhere, along with a variety of cords winding around on the floor. Dave had disappeared into the kitchen behind him, probably explaining stuff to what seemed like his brother.
John took a moment to consider his situation. He was in a strange apartment; home to a boy he just met, battered and bruised. He thought about his dad; how pissed he would be when he got home, how much trouble he would be in, how he would have to explain and reason with him. He and his dad had been arguing a lot lately, over minor things. But his dad was under the impression that John was in the closet, and his dad would do everything possible to keep it that way. The fact of John being carried bridal style to a house of a mostly stranger during school hours was not going to help his cause.
Dave returned with a glass off apple juice and a first aid kit. He set an ice pack on his bruised eye, and wrapped one in a bandage on his ankle. John choked on the juice a bit as Dave cleaned out the scrape through the new hole in his jeans, trying to ignore the sting. Many band aids and cotton swabs later, he was almost done.
"How's your lip?"
"Oh, um, it's fine." John itched at it with his teeth, successfully ripping the scab off. Frowning, he sucked his lip in, cringing at the taste.
"Here, let me."
"Wha-?!" John's eyes widened, his glasses askew along with Dave's. The blonde had taken his lip into his own mouth, sucking and licking up the blood, kissing him gently. John sat stock still for a moment, before relaxing against him, slipping his arms around his neck.
"Your stare was holding, ripped jeans, skin was showing, hot night, wind was blowing, where you think you're going, baby?"
Dave wrenched back and looked at his brother who was hanging over the couch with an ipod, a smirk wide across his face. "Whut~?" his bro asked, snatching the lopsided shades off Dave's face. The blonde fumed, attempting to grab them back. "Can't have 'em back until you sing it, lil' man."
"Bro! Not right now, just gimmie those-"
"Ah-ah-ah~ Sing, lil man." He cranked the music up, watching Dave expectantly. John just looked back and forth bewildered, still in shock from the kiss. The younger blonde began to mumble what sounded like the lyrics, keeping his eyes trained on the floor.
"Aww, come on Dave!" John grinned, finally registering what was going on. He hopped up, wobbling on his one foot. "Hey, I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe!"
Dave smiled, looking up into John's dorky face. He picked up the lyrics, "And all the other boys try to chase me, but here's my number so call me maybe!"
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I got beat up, so ditch school maybe? And all the other boys get so jelly, but they beat me up so kiss me maybe~?"
Dave laughed, kissing a scratch on his cheek. Bro tossed him his shades, but they hit the floor; both the boys were already engrossed with each other again. All thoughts of his father slipped from John's mind; his dad couldn't stop him from having a best bro that was secretly his boyfriend.
He probably could take his computer away again though.  
Not that John really cared right now.