Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you are one hopeless sack of shit. To say the least, you are having some... ah... relationship problems.

Big time.

Your best friend John tries to help you, but that really just makes it worse. Not that he's mean, he's wonderful - and that's the problem.

Because you have a crush on John Egbert.

And it's getting a bit... noticeable.

A voice startles you out of your thoughts.

"Dave... Dave! Hey! I'm not THAT boring, come on." God his voice.

"What?" You say, cursing yourself for not paying attention.

He smiles and shakes his head.

God that grin.

"You spaced out again. You... You've been doing that a lot lately. It's kinda-" He stopped, looking away. "F-funny. It's funny."

You turn to look at him. "I haven't really noticed," you say, trying to play it off or something 'cool' like that. "And anyway, anything's funny to you." He shrugs and nods. You smirk, leaning back against the chest behind you.

Container chest, not body chest.

But damn, a dude can dream.

And you definitely do.

Ahem, anyway...

You look up at him, tapping away on his computer, trying to fix a something-or-other bullshit program.

What a nerd.

He waves his hand to get your attention. Were you staring again? Shit. He sighs, crossing his arms.

"Look, I know something's up. Why can't you just tell me? We're supposed to be bros, right?"

Yep. There it was. Bros. Damnit.

"Look, John, if I knew it wouldn't compromise our friendship, I'd tell you."

"Dave, i'd be your friend no matter what. Why don't you believe that?" He gets off the chair and sits on the ground beside you. You look down at your hands, folded in your lap.

"So if I told you that I was in love with you, you would still be my friend."

You cringe at the sound, or lack thereof, of his stunned silence.

"Well... Dave... No, I... I'm sorry-"

"I knew it. And now i'm just going to go to Mexico and change my goddamned name to Pedro, so if you'll excuse me-"

"Dave, that's not what I meant."

"Then what? What else could you possibly-"

"Your boyfriend, Dave."

Your heart threatens to bruise your ribs.

"W-what?"

He turns slightly, looking somewhere past you.

"If I feel the same way, then that would make me your boyfriend... N-not your friend."

You forget how to breathe.

"So... Are you...? Or was that just-"

"Yes, John. Yes." You find yourself speechless, for once in your life.

He hesitates. "Truly... Truly, madly, deeply?"

And the John you know is back.

You smile despite yourself.

"Truly, madly, deeply."

[yooo im going to get killed for being dumb ahhahaa

/runs

yeah, i know they're kinda ooc in this

but that's yo problem

write yo own story

damn

just kidding

gomenasai ]