"Butts," John Micheal Jackson Egbert said, into the deepest, darkest night. He was thinking about his "bae 4 lyfe," as he put it, David William Strider. He wanted to tell him that his love for him was as strong and as cavernous as the wide expanse of heaven. He also had the passion as firey and dangerous as the deepest, darkest hell. He lusted for the blonde hipster. But John was a conflicted man. He could not face his homosexual feelings! He was a hetero through and through.
John mostly worried about what his father would think mostly. He would give those stern fatherly stares of dissaproval. John just felt terrible when that happened. The bespeckled boy teared up just thinking about his father, and his stern fatherly somberness of heart. John wished oarental figures would be more accepting if his mega queerness.
But then again he loved Vriska Circut. No, not Vriska Serket, Vriska Circut. Vriska Circut was a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She had flowing golden locks that were soft to the touch, and was exceptionally miniscule. They once took the midnight train together, and went anywhere. Oh how they did not stop beliving that they were in love. It was an immense Journey they experienced. John would never forget.