A/N: im sUCH A BUTT IM SO SORRY OKAY HERE WE GO MORE DRAMA YEAH

The next morning, you and John talk a bit.

You both decide that you should wait before you two have sex again, which is okay with you. But still, you don't regret it at all, and John says that he doesn't either. "Even if we should have waited, I'm still happy with what we did." You smile over at John, and lean in closer to him to kiss over a mark that you left on him yesterday. "Yeah."

After bullshitting around for an hour or two, you and John decide to get up and head out since you pretty much haven't left the hotel room since you got there. "Well, where do you want to go?" John asks. "I don't know. I guess...Like just for a walk?" You sit up. "Yeah okay. We can go and look for something to while we're out." John sits up after you and kisses your cheek. "Sounds good." He stands up and walks toward the bathroom, to take a shower you suppose.

While John is taking a shower, you clean up the room and fix the bed since John likes things to be clean. Since you don't want to wait till John gets out, you figure you'll screw with him and get in the shower with him.

And that's exactly what you do.

While John is taking his shower, you slip into the bathroom, making note that you close the door so it makes some sound. "Dave?" He asks. "Yup." You open the shower curtain and take your place beside John in the shower. "Dave!" John yelps. "What are you doing?" You smirk and wrap your arms around him. "Just takin' a shower with my boyfriend. Got somethin' wrong with that Egbert?" You let your southern drawl slip out, since you know that he likes the way you sound when you talk with your actual accent. "No...I guess not." You only start to smirk more as he wraps his own arms around you. "Good."

After getting out of the shower, you and John dry off and get dressed together. "Okay, ready to go?" John asks. "Yeah sure." You walk over to John and fix his jacket so it at least slightly covers the mark you left on him.

You grab John's hand and head out of the hotel, walking down the stairs to the lobby and out the door.

You chat about random things until you find yourself in a comfortable silence as you walk hand-in-hand (as cheesy as it may seem) through the park. At least, it's silent until John's phone rings with the beeping of a text message. "Go ahead." You say, letting him answer whoever is pestering him.

John's POV

You smile over to Dave nervously and take your phone out of your pocket to see who has texted you.

DAD: John.

EB: yeah?

DAD: You NEED to come home this instant, John.

EB: why?

EB: is this because of Dave again?

DAD: Yes, John!

DAD: You need to come home, and soon because I don't trust this dave boy!

EB: well why not?

EB: it's not like he's ever hurt me

EB: i don't think he's even ever made me cry at all!

EB: and currently i'm trying to enjoy a date with him, so bye.

DAD: JOHN

-ectoBiologist [EB] went offline-

You sigh and shove your phone back in your pocket. "Somethin' wrong babe?" Dave asks. You shrug. "No not really, dad's just being a butt again." He chuckles and kisses your cheek, getting a foul look from a woman across the park. Dave promptly flips her off and takes a hold of your hand once again. "Yeah, we should work out the thing with your dad soon. I'm pretty sure you don't want to live in that hotel room forever." You giggle. "Mhm, I would like to move back in with my dad, but I can't do that until he gets over us being together." Dave hums in acknowledgement of your statement but just walks forward with your hand in his, again lingering in comfortable silence.

Dave's POV

After walking around for a bit, along with swinging, you and John decide to go to his Dad's house to get some drama sorted. Since his house isn't too far, you and John just walk there.

Once you do get to his house, you kiss John quickly on the lips in hopes that he won't be so nervous. "Come on babe." You say to him, giving him a smile instead of a smirk, as out of character as that is. He smiles that dorky smile of his and he knocks on the door.

It doesn't take long for Dadbert to open the door, first looking relieved then angry. "John, why is Dave still with you? I told you not to come back here until you had this all sorted!" John sighs. "Dad, it is sorted! I'm not breaking up with Dave, and you can't make me, okay? Because..I love him, and you can't do anything to stop it. And even if it means me losing your respect because I love another guy, well then I don't need it!" You smile softly down at John and tighten your grip on his hand.

Dadbert seems to only get angrier, and reaches down to Johns hand quickly. When he does grab him by the wrist, it looks forceful. This is proved when John gives a yelp and lets go of your hand to try and get him off. Your first thought is oh god he's trying to hurt John, and by the way that John's trying to get Dadbert off, you know that you need to help him.

You grab Dadberts' wrist and, with every bit of force you can put into it, pry him off. When you do get him off of him, John turns towards you and wraps his arms around your torso like a little kid. You figure that today isn't a good day to try and reason with Dadbert, so you just tilt down your shades and give him the coldest, meanest crimson glare you can muster.

Once you get back to your hotel room (which can be considered a home at this point), you check out Johns' wrist. It's a little red where Dadbert's hand was, and bruised slightly. After yet another shower together, you and John lay down into bed for the night. All of the lights are turned off, and the only thing that can be heard is the air conditioner running and the slight chatter of people on the TV. "Hey," You say, snuggling closely into John's embrace. "Sorry about earlier." He giggles quietly. "What do you mean? It's not like it was your fault or anything." you sigh. "Yeah, I know, but I can't help but feel a lil' bad about your wrist, since you said it was sore.." He hugs you closely, then loosens up his grip slightly so he can kiss you gently. "It's okay, Dave, trust me. I mean, it's not like you just stood there; you did actually help me get him off so he didn't hurt me anymore." He smiles, and shit that smile is contagious. You kiss him once more, slowly and softly, before turning off the TV and closing your eyes, mumbling out a "I love you" before you fall asleep.

Before you slip into your dreams, you can hear a faint "Love you more."

A/N: fuCK YEAH

im sO sorry for not updating in 123,445,678,900 years

bUT i will most likely do another update in the morning^.^