Let a game be made by it's rules. That was how it started. I pulled into a door on my left, slamming it behind me. Looking about the room I threw myself into a cabinet closing the door to hide from I don't even know what.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Game? This is a shitty game. Even if it's a fuckin prank, I thought angrily. I pushed my messy black hair out of my face and listened for more heavy steps. My Godtier was awesome but sometimes you just didn't have enough juice.

I heard the door open and held my breath. Who is it? Is it that guy? Oh god...

"John?" That voice was hushed and the door was closing quietly, "John? I thought I saw you run in here. Are you here?"

"Y-Yeah," I hesitantly called out, peaking out of the cabinet.

The tall figure looked over to me, "John?"

I flinched back into the cabinet. Fuck.

"John," The voice chided, opening the door, "It's me, Dave. You know? Your best bro?"

I looked up to see the familiar tinted shades of Dave Strider. The only person I'd come to romantically like and love even. He was beautiful. An odd word for another boy but still the only one I could think of when I saw him.

His skin is pale with little freckles across the bridge of his nose. God, they were cute. His hair is a blond, almost white, colored and his eyes always covered by tinted shades. His Godteir was a red tee with a gear on it over a brighter red long sleeved shir and darker red skinny jeans. His shoes were almost as black as his shades. The cape was like a knight's chain mail with a hood. He was simply... Beautiful...

"John?" Dave asked me again. His voice is still stoic and prick-like. Then again, Dave was all about being soo cool and a douche.

"Yes?" I asked, I was clearly staring and a light blush dusted across his cheeks and nose.

"You were kinda starin' at me," His country accent was showing. Damn. If I said that wasn't the cutest thing I ever heard, I'd be lying. Dose it make me a bad person? No, because every one lies.

"S-sorry," I stuttered, taking his offered hand and crawling out of the cabinet, "Do you know where we are?"

"No," He replied, regaining his posture, "Rose says it might be Suburb but we already have seen too many differences for that to be possible. No trolls or crazy shit like that either."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

I looked away in defeat. He was in one of his moods and I would be too if I wasn't running for my life down a corridor littered in irrelevant road signs.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I probably got us into this mess again. I'll get us out."

"What?" He looked startled and concern slipped onto his face, "John this isn't your fault man. Don't let it get you down I've just been... Missing bro."

The last part was a whisper and I knew why. Bro had died in Suburb. From what I heard from Rose he was stabbed in the chest and Dave saw the whole thing. Then again she could have been lying.

Not that she would.

"Sorry," I whispered. God I hate this! Why can't the games just end?

"I- It's okay, John. Don't apologize, man. I'm just- touchy," He mummbled. Suddenly, He was hugging me.

"D-Dave," I stuttered, "W-What are you doing?" My arms automatically grabbed his that where latched around my neck. My face was an embarrassing shade of red and I relished in the feeling of his leaning on me.

"Shut up. Just shut up, John," He whispered into my neck. I felt something wet fall onto my shoulder. Is he crying? I couldn't believe it.

Dave Elizabeth Strider was crying on my shoulder.

Oh my god.

I turned around in his arms and hugged him in return. As a response, he hugged me tighter as the sobs racked through his body. He was crying so much...

I felt my own eyes water. All he wanted was his brother... His only known family. He wanted his normal life. Or maybe he just wanted the pain to stop? Dave just wanted his weird older brother back into his life again and the worst part was...

It was never going to happen.

I placed my head onto his shoulder and let him cry.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Oh no! Not again! Shit!

Dave must have heard it too because he was off of my faster then a cat out of water.

"We need to hide," He said quickly. He began pulling me towards the cabinets and I was all to happy to follow.

After a little struggle, we were both in the cabinet again in one awkward position. Dave was laying back and I was laying inbetween his legs and our groins were kinda pushed together.

Neither of us dared to move for fear the crazy motherfucker outside would hear us. We even stopped breathing. The tension was so bad we could have cut it with a knife.

"J-John," Dave stuttered out after the figure had left yet again. It sounded kind of like a breathy moan though.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking up at him to see his face. Dave's face was red and his shades were kind of slipping down the bridge of his nose. I made the mistake of moving, pushing our groins together, "Shit."

It felt... Good. I wanted to do it again but Dave's voice stopped me, "Stop moving. If that can happen anywhere, let's not make it here. I want it to be special."

His words were purely him. Dave just told me he was waiting for the perfect time to take me...

If I told you my face wasn't red and I thought the way he said that was so uncool, I'd be a liar and rotting in hell for eternity. Dave Strider likes me in a homosexual way and I like him that way too...

I love Dave Strider...

It felt odd saying it to myself. It felt kinda wrong, like I should be saying it out loud but not around him. I don't have time to think about this! We have to get out of here!

"I have to move for us to get out of here, Dave," I said quietly, careful of his reaction to my moving.

"Please don't," Was all he said.

"I have too."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No you don't, Egbert you just sayin' that because you know it feels- ngh!" I moved though his speech and crawled slash fell out of the cabinet and off of him.

"Don't be such a pansy Dave," I said standing up. I watched him crawl out of our previous hiding place and glare at me. At least I think he was. He always wore his shades. I never saw his eyes and I assumed he never planed to show me.

"Okay look," He said, talking with his hands like he always dose, "What I said in the cabinets, I'm really sorry. I know your straight and all and you will never like me in that homosexual way like I like you but that's okay. We can still be friends, right? I don't want to be all like- I dunno over you? I don't want you to think this man crush I've got on you is going to be all like-"

"Dave," I said, cutting him off. He looked at me with his hand placed awkwardly on the back of his head, "It's okay. I'm a shitty prankster. I'm not just into... ya know... girls?"

He looked confused and then suddenly, it clicked, "Your bisexual?"

"No Dave, I'm gaysexual," I said sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips and looking at him skeptically.

He looked away from me as a light shade of pink dusted across his face and I smiled at him.

"Let's go before the 12 foot dragon man comes back," He said, taking my hand and pulling me out the door.

I looked around and Dave did too, "Is this the same hallway?"

"No," I said, "No irrelevant road signs anywhere." We both looked about. In fact, we weren't even in a hall way. We were in a forest.

"What the fuck?" Dave asked, to no one in particular.

It was so beautiful. We walked out onto the path that was covered in light green, healthy looking leaves with the small patches of dirt that were showing though. The trees were a loving shade of brown and the leaves a darker color than the ones on the path but only by a litle bit.

There were fallen trees too, covered all over in moss and small bugs and incests flying around the scene. The sun shining though the trees giving the place a warm and welcoming glow.

"Well," Dave said, looking around like I was, "We have a really long walk ahead of us. Like the yellow brick road or some shit. Like "let's go find the wiard down this path" and everyone else is like "Yeah you go do that." Why are we walking this path, John? I don't think we are in Texas anymore."

I slapped a hand to my forehead, "Your babbling again Dave."

"So?" He said, "I'm tired of the games. Aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah I am, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna just walk away from things," I began to fidget with the hem of my blue shirt. My pants were blue skinny jeans and I was wearing yellow shoes with blue bottoms. The hood was blue and really long going down to my ankles almost. Well, it would if it didn't curl around anything.

"I'm not walking away, John," He sighed, placing a hand on his forehead, "I just- Why dose this happen to us of all people? It's always us. Why not some other kids?"

It never occurred to me that it was just us. That it really was only us in the games. What did we do to deserve the concequences of the games we were thrown into and out of. I looked over to Dave.

He was on his phone and he was staring at it, mouth slightly agape.

"What's wrong?" I asked, placing a concerned hand onto his shoulder.

He looked up at me ever so slowly and said,

"We are the only two here."