you guys are all gullible as hell, oh my god.
tall dave with freckles and a southern accent more like fuck me
“Whatever,” John grinned, “I’m a master of stealth and you know it.”
He watched as Dave…Dave laughed a little. “That is a flat out lie, John.” Dave couldn’t help but smile a little more as John began to climb out of the window. Dave extended his arms out as far as they could, grabbing onto John’s pant leg, then his knees, trailing up to his thighs and then his waist. “If I drop you, I’m going down as well. Giant sweaters aren’t really padded protection.” Dave huffed a little at John’s weight, having hardly any upper body strength, but managed to keep his feet planted on the air box. “Alright, you can let go.”
John was a little reassured when he felt Dave’s hands on him, but he kept his pace, still inching downwards. “Still. Don’t drop me,” he replied.
Despite how it was already getting hard to hold onto the window by this point, John was hesitant to let go. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and let his hands slip from the sill, gasping and scrambling to try and grab onto Dave as gravity took effect.
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Dave’s face turned into worry. “Dude!” He half-whispered, half yelled, hands flailing up to the sky. “Do you want the whole neighborhood to know you’re here?” Eventually, his arms fold across his chest, hands swallowed by the long…
“You tend to be a bit loud when you’re trying to be sneaky, John.” Dave continued, shaking his head as he stepped a bit closer to the wall of the house. He nodded at John’s response, going to crawl on top of the air conditioner machine underneath John’s window. He was just a few inches from John’s window. Dave looked up. “Alright, Miss Graceful. Let down your long hair so we can get this going.”
“Whatever,” John grinned, “I’m a master of stealth and you know it.”
He watched as Dave clambered onto the air conditioner, smiling a little more when he looked back up again. To be honest, John’s face was starting to ache a little from all this smiling, but he was too excited to see Dave again to stop.
“Dude, don’t call me miss,” he retorted before nodding. It took some maneuvering, but within a couple moments John had managed to get most of himself out the window, sitting on the ledge and leaning out some. He took a minute to steel himself before tightening his grip on the windowsill and starting to lower himself down bit by bit, “I swear to God, Dave, if you let me fall, I will never forgive you.”
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Dave’s face turned into worry. “Dude!” He half-whispered, half yelled, hands flailing up to the sky. “Do you want the whole neighborhood to know you’re here?” Eventually, his arms fold across his chest, hands swallowed by the long sleeves around it, and he shakes his head. Dave takes a step forward. “Do you need help? Or are you going to sneak out the back door?” He looks up at John, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. “We don’t need former Miss Graceful falling to her death again.”
John rolled his eyes at Dave’s response, “Dave, please, I doubt the whole neighborhood’s going to wake up cause I’m leaning out the window and talking in an inside voice.” He smiled a little at how Dave’s sleeves swallowed his hands, then considered the question. “Uhh. Hm. Well, back door’s a no, cause my dad’ll probably hear me,” John replied, resting his elbow on the windowsill and propping his chin in his hand, “But I’ll probably need help getting down from here. I really don’t want to fall and break something again.”
You yawn, hands gripping the wheel as you try so hard to not fall asleep. Especially not while driving. You can see his street up ahead, it was always the one with the dimmer street light. As you signal to turn in, you pause for a moment to wait for the on coming car. First off, you turned 16 nearly 7 months ago, you technically shouldn’t be driving without an adult.
Good thing no one checks face licenses anymore.You turn in to his street, cruising down the small pathway as you are so cautious to not hit the other cars, until you pull past his house and slowly parallel park two houses ahead. You put the rickety old truck in park, turn off the ignition, and hop out, sneaking your way around in the dead of night to your boyfriend’s bedroom window. Along the way, you pick up a few baby rocks, stuffing them in your black over sized hoodie. You fondle with them until you reach his bedroom window on the side of his house, one story above you. You take one rock, jumping it in your hand before aiming and shooting for John’s window. Chink! You hear it echo off, before throwing another one. Now, you wait. You hope he isn’t mad, seeing as though you overslept by a full hour. Hey, what could say? Sleep was your best friend.
dude im on my fucking way okay
he has awoken.
im sorry dude alright
what? no it’s fine, i was just joking around.
okay well im about five minutes away so lets get goin
not like you werent asleep anywaysawesome. i’ve already got my shoes on and i’ve got the snacks and everything.
actually i was awake, but whatever.
okay im on you street
and dude
get some sleep next time okay
i’m keeping an eye out for you. and i’ll try.
dude im on my fucking way okay
he has awoken.
im sorry dude alright
what? no it’s fine, i was just joking around.
okay well im about five minutes away so lets get goin
not like you werent asleep anyways
awesome. i’ve already got my shoes on and i’ve got the snacks and everything.
actually i was awake, but whatever.
dude im on my fucking way okay
he has awoken.
im sorry dude alright
what? no it’s fine, i was just joking around.
dave wake up you overslept by a lot.
