JohnDave Lockers, Music, Pain ch 3

JohnDave 3: Lockers, Music, Pain pt3
"Oh, oh, oh, here's a good one! 'Get your sorry ass back here you gay little piece of shit!'"
"He's really pissed, huh? Are you texting him back?"
"Hell no! It's only funny until he calls the cops, which he won't because its 'weak parenting'"
Dave just shook his head, taking another long sip of his milkshake. They'd been in the car for 6 straight hours since their last break, and they had finally had it. He knew his bro could stay awake the entire drive to Houston, but his legs were going to fall off if he didn't walk around soon. Mustangs weren't exactly known for their leg room.
Bro was standing around, tapping his foot impatiently. "Let's GO." He mouthed, nodding his head towards the door.
"Hey, John, c'mon." He grabbed his hand from across the table, standing up. He heard Bro breathe out a sigh of relief, and unlock the car. John yawned, glancing at the clock as they left the building.
"Wow, it's already midnight? Jeez." He pulled the handle on the red car, sliding in after Dave. They rearranged all their stuff, cramming pillows around them and tossing trash under the seat. The engine revved and the stereo started up, playing some Japanese song none of them could understand.  It faded into something with a lot of base and a slow beat, and Dave felt his eyelids get droopy. They had barely pulled out of the fast food place before John was asleep on the blonde's shoulder. He smiled softly as he pulled off his shades, resting his head on top of his boyfriends.
Bro sighed, staring out over the long expanse of road ahead of them. Maybe after they stopped in LA the trip would pick up.
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John woke up first, sitting up abruptly when he realized his head was in Dave's lap. Blushing, he cracked his neck and met eyes (he assumed) with Bro in the rearview mirror. He glanced at the clock, shaking Dave awake.
"Dave, dude wake up, it's already noon." The blonde didn't budge, but John could see his eyes moving under his eyelids, trying to figure out where he left his shades. Grinning, he handed him his own glasses, shoving on Dave's.
Dave yawned, narrowing his eyes, when his vision came into focus. "John," he said in a warning tone, attempting to take his glasses back.
"Nuh-uh! You gotta sing first~!" He laughed as Bro reached over and flicked on the beloved song.
"Hey I just woke up, and this is crazy, but this sun is blinding, so sun glasses maybe? It's hard to look right at you baby, cuz it's way too bright in here so glasses, maybe?"
"Heheheh, oh fine~! Whoo, it's getting warm in here."
"Sothern California is notoriously much warmer then Washington, yes. We should be at LAX in about an hour."
"Why are we going to an airport?" John asked, attempting to straighten out his hair.
"We're going to pick up a friend of mine-"
"Pfft, friend."
"Hey, I don't laugh at you. Anyways, the four of us will then board a plane to Houston, pack up the rest of the apartment, drive a U-haul truck back to LA, then let my friend tail us with the truck back to Washington."
"Oh sure make him drive the truck."
"Yea, 'cuz I'm really about to trust Mr. Adventure with the mustang."
John collapsed back against the seat, hanging his head. "I am so lost."
The brothers disregarded this, continuing on. "Has he ever driven a car before? He lives on an island."
"He's been here plenty of times. If he can drive a rental car in LA for a few days, he can drive a truck for a couple of hours in a straight line. Plus we'll be in Texas for 2 weeks. I can brush him up then."
Their argument was broken by the opening theme of Pokemon Red, John's eyes trained down on the screen intently. "C'mon, Derpy, get it!" He tapped the A button repeatedly as if it helped.
"What are you doing." It wasn't a question, but a statement, Dave asked, peering at the Gameboy.
"Kicking gym the leader's ass again. I've beaten the game like, 80 times, but it just never gets old. Okay Derpy do the…um… windy thing? AIR CUTTER!"
Dave groaned, pulling out his iPhone and began flinging birds at pigs.
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"JAKE. You couldn't have put Jakey, or Jake-pie, or what is that one thing you always call him, Ja-"
"Strider! Blazing fuck, Dirk, I've been looking everywhere for you! How have you been?!" John laughed at seeing Dave's bro so flustered, blushing insanely as the tall boy hugged him.
Dave scooted discreetly over, whispering in John's ear. "That's Jake English, my bros best friend and secret crush. He lives alone on an island somewhere in the Pacific."
"Oh right, sure."
"Dave, good to see you! And you are…?"
"That's John." Dave put in after shaking Jake's hand.
"Oh, that's John! I've heard quite a bit about you, lad!" He patted his back, "Are you as good of a kisser as he says?"
"W-WHAT?!" The younger boys spluttered.
"I'm just joking, he hasn't said much. Bit of a tightass if you haven't noticed. Or maybe you have." Jake chuckled as he turned back to Dirk. Dave lost control of his blush, hiking up his hoodie. He reached out and grabbed John's hand, intertwining their fingers as he dragged him off to baggage claim.
They stood off to the side, their faces slowly returning to their original colors after several minutes. A bit longer after that they got bored watching the luggage spin around, and resorted to cuddling on a bench nearby. The gained several dirty looks, and Dave gave a nice "fuck you" to a lady who tried to make a scene. They saw her glaring at them from across the room, and that's when John planted a kiss on the albinos lips.
Someone shrieked, followed by a chorus of "What? Where?!" A group of teenage girls were trying to discreetly look at them, and failing horribly.
"I swear they were just AAH- LOOK!" A girl with her hair pinned precariously up pointed wildly at them as Dave offered the girls glorious fan service by pulling John onto his lap and instituting sloppy makeouts.
The girls squealed happily, clinging onto each other and jumping up and down.
"Show offs." Dave's bro laughed, startling the boys.
Jake dragged a suitcase up, straightening his glasses. John and Dave stood, attempting to fix hair and clothes. "What's so wrong with showing off, Strider?" Jake winked at them.
One of the girls made a noise that was equivalent to keyboard mashing. "Did you hear his accent?!"
"What, no!"
"Hello, ladies~!" Jake grinned and waved, watching the girls flip out again. "Are all girls this easy to impress?"
"These types of girls, yes. Watch." Dirk whipped off his shades and brought his face inches away from Jake's.
"JAKE-KUN." He stated in a deep voice. "I HAVE SOMETHING I MUST CONFESS."
"W-what?!" Jake's face was bright red.
"I…I LOVE YOU JAKE-KUN." Dirk ghosted his lips over the startled boy's, looking meaningfully into his eyes. "I ALWAYS HAVE. E-EVER SINCE I MET YOU. AND YOU N-NEVER SAW-W IT Y-YOU…YOU BAKA!" The blonde crashed his lips to Jake's, reducing the girls to weeping puddles on the floor.