Coolkids are Dorks - Pt 4 (JohnDave)

"I mean... have you ever had feelings... you know, for a good friend of yours? What would you do? Is it normal? What if they didn't like you back? Or what if they did!?"
John was getting flustered already. Dave reached a hand out and tucked John's hair behind his ear. His words were calm, and more soothing than usual.
"Egbert, chill. You'll give yourself a brain hemorrhage."
John giggled halfheartedly, finally turning away from the movie and looking at Dave.
"Sorry, Dave," John continued, "my thoughts are just so... scrambled."
Dave halfsmiled, tossing the empty popcorn bowl to the side and turning to face John. His words were no less relaxed when he continued speaking-
"Just breathe, dude. Everything's cool. Everyone feels like that sometimes. There's nothing bad about it."
"I guess not, it's just... it's another boy. I like a boy." John bit his lip.
"Whoa Egbert, another guy? Don't get me wrong, there's nothing weird about that, just please for the love of all things holy do not tell me it's Karkat." Dave chuckled again, trying to keep everything lighthearted.
"It's not Karkat."
There was an awkward silence. John held his breath, waiting for Dave to make the next move. He didn't.
It wasn't long before John needed to breathe again, and finally gave in. He bit his lip, feeling his cheeks go a dashing shade of tomato, before he finally choked out the words, "It's you."
Dave didn't know what to do. He sat in silence, for longer than he probably should have. He suddenly realized that judging by the look on John's face, he was likely going to explode if nothing happened soon. Giving in and hoping for the best, Dave leaned forward and pressed his lips against John's.
John went stiff, forgetting to kiss back, despite how long he had been waiting for this moment. He could feel his heart beating a million miles an hour, making his breath catch and his hands shake.
Finally, Dave pulled away, looking into John's eyes from behind crooked shades. He waited for a reaction that wasn't that of a startled squirrel, trying not to let on how terrified he felt right now that he might have just lost his best friend. He tried to reassure himself- John had just said he loved him, right? Even still, Dave couldn't quite shake the feeling that he had pushed John too far too quickly.
"Dave, I..." John finally whispered, his voice shaking. "I like you. But this is... scary. For lack of a better word."
When John spoke he tried to mimic Dave's cool, calm tone from earlier, but it was to no avail. His voice cracked on his final few words, and he looked down again, chewing his lip so hard it almost began to bleed.
"John..."
Dave took John's hand, and held it against his chest. "It's okay to be scared."
John could feel Dave's heartbeat. It was beating as fast as his own. He looked back up at Dave, silently. He wasn't the only one who was scared. For the first time ever, John knew that Dave really was nervous.
He finally worked up the courage to smile, shuffling closer to Dave and kissing his cheek. Before Dave had time to respond, John said the words he had been waiting so many years to say.
"I love you."