You're name is Dirk Strider, and he said no.
You stood there for a few seconds, unable to speak, because what the hell did you expect, him to jump into your arms like you were prince of his heart and he was the only hope you had left for love? Yeah. Fucking. Right. The shock washed over you for a few seconds, then you came to your senses.
You left, running as fast as you could fucking go because after all these years, all these fucking years, he said no.
"No, i, gosh, im not gay strider. Golly. I never knew. Sorry... But ill stick to the dolls and dames of this world, buddy..." It rings in your head over and over and over. "im not gay strider, im not gay strider, im not gay strider."
It rings in your head over and over and over even when you got home, curled up into a impossibly small ball, clutching Cal to you as if your life depended on it. And really, it did. You spent a lot of the time you weren't having what he said go through your head on a perceptual re-run, you thought about suicide. Because the one person you've loved for so fucking-long-you-knew-you-fell-for-him-after-the-second-goddamn-conversation, said no.
After a day of moping, you just couldn't take it anymore. You needed some sleeping pills and an overdose. Because you are not going to fucking ever, ever, ever going to live with a broken heart. You'll make you're dream self go, too.
As you were just out of the door, your computer pinged, you signed, and walked over. One last goodbye.
golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]
You nearly threw up, your hand flying to your mouth at record speed, at seeing Jake's chumhandle, but you had to read more.
GT: Strider...
GT: I know you probably hate me right now, and im fairly sure that i am absolutely correct on that matter.
GT: But hear me out, dirk, because this is terribly high on the level of importance, and it has to do about you.
GT: I know i hurt you, seeing as one second you were here and the next, poof, i see a burry version of you running across the fucking water like a bullet.
GT: But i wanted to say im sorry. Because you didnt get to hear the rest of what i had to say, old chap!
GT: Im not gay. Yes, im not gay. But that doesnt mean i cant be attached to one man.
GT: And that man is most defiantly you, so come over here, and well have our own, well, ill say, adventure.
GT: *Double pistols and a wink*
GT: ...
GT: Please?
You stare at the screen, in shock. He was attached to you...? AND wanted to have sex you with? The hell? Are you asleep, and having a normal dream?
You type back a reply.
TT: Fuck you, bro. I was completely depressed because of the shit you told me, and now this happens?
TT: Fuck you.
TT: So I guess I'll be over there in a few minutes, Jake.
You ran out of the apartment like you had a fucking rocket strapped to your back, but you still wished you had gotten there sooner.