AN/ This is my first fanfic, and i will be updating if i get good ideas in the reviews. Hopefully chapters in the future if you guys like it ^^

John's P.O.V

Holy shit you don't want to go to work today. You sit up and rub your eyes groggily. You put on your glasses, and look out your apartment window. You notice the 'moving' truck down the street is missing. You figure someone finally bought that new house they just built a couple days ago.

You look at the alarm clock on your nightstand that went off two minutes ago at 7:00 AM. You are extremely exhausted, and you wouldn't be surprised if you had bags under your eyes. The cause of your tiredness? Watching videos online for three hours straight. If you're wondering what they were, then I would be more than happy to explain with only two words. Sexy-porn.

Yes you're a sick little fuck, but your 18 years old. You have your own job, your own apartment, and so you have your own rules. And it's not like anyone can tell you not to. And you have a very good reason to be watching it anyways. The reason being, is to find out your sexuality. I understand you must be thinking that this is stupid, but it really isn't. I mean yeah, you've dated girls in the past (not many) but you also want to be more open with people. So you made a decision to watch some gay porn, and decide whether or not you would be up for something like that if you were gay yourself. And you can't lie... you really liked it.

But there was one certain boy on Fetish, that you adored most of all. And that certain boy only had one video under his name (that seems to have slipped your mind) because he needed to "audition" for the owner of the site. He wasn't fucking anyone or anything. Nope. He was jerking off.

You remember his light blonde hair that swept across his face perfectly. His skinny, yet strong looking body. You saw the faint scars across his pale creamy skin, and how can you forget his smooth yet slightly deep voice?

"Enjoy the show kids."

He smirked as he slowly ran his fingers down his chest, as he began to slowly unzip the fly of his pants. He then began to unbutton his pants slowly, teasingly-

Honestly, you would really love to remember the rest of the video, but you have to get ready for work. You acquired a job in a music store a while back that pays good money. Well, at least enough to pay for rent, the bills, and groceries. You also made some cool friends working there. Like Gamzee, and Tavros. You're pretty sure they have something going on that's a little more serious then "being really good motherfucking friends, bro."

The thoughts from that attractive young man earlier have all disappeared, as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up on the chilly wooden floorboards. You walk out of your room leaving your bed an unmade disaster, making your way to the kitchen for some breakfast. You realize how cold the air-conditioning actually is with only boxers on. On your way to the kitchen, you pick up the TV remote and turn it on. You switch the channel from something about lions to Spongebob.

After stumbling over a few controllers, and deciding you should get a housekeeper to clean this shit up because your so goddamn lazy, you reach your destination. You settle on eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles instead of cooking an actual meal. You proceed to watch Spongebob while you nom on the colorful cereal. When you have finished, you put the bowl in the dishwasher, and go back to your room. You sort through your clothes and change into a casual outfit of gray skinny jeans, a slightly large aqua blue hoodie, with mis-matched socks, and black converse. Now, about that messy black hobbit hair.

You went into the bathroom and combed out your raven hair until it was smooth and shiny. You then style it with a little hairspray to make it look like something out of an anime. You take good care of your hair because, lets face it. In order to have people look at you without caution and thinking you're some kind of homeless child molester, you have to have at least a decent look to you. And you understand it seems stupid to some people's eyes, but your hair is important to you. End. Of. Story.

After making your bed, you turn off all of the electricity, and grab your keys. You head out the front door locking it behind you, and get inside your bad ass silver 2013, Nissan Altima. You start it up and back out of your driveway, listening to the radio. After about a ten minute drive, you are in the parking lot of your work. You get out, and lock the doors with the lock button, and start venturing to the door. As you open it, the bell rings to show someone came in.

You look at the clock on the wall, and you see that you came in three minutes early. Gamzee looks up from the shelves he was stocking with CD's, and greets you with a lazy smile. You begin to make a casual approach towards him, and start a conversation.

"Hey Gamz, whats up?"

"Nothin' much brother. The boss says there's gonna be a new motherfucker coming to work here today."

"Oh ok, that's cool."

Gamzee finishes putting up the CD's, and stands up stretching his arms. The bell on the door rings as someone walks in.

"In fact. That's the new guy right now."

You turn around to see a young male, probably around your age. He wore a red and black flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with black skinny jeans, and red converse. He flipped his short blonde hair to the side, to show the mirror shades on the bridge of his nose. He had smooth pale skin, and he looked...familiar.

You walked over to him and greeted him with a petite, friendly smile. He seemed to be only a couple inches taller than you, and he had his hands in his pants pockets.

"Um, hi. My name's John Egbert."

You hold out your hand so you can greet each other correctly. He returned the gesture, taking one hand out of his pocket and grabs hold of yours and shakes it.

"Dave Strider. Nice to meet you."

Suddenly, you realize why he looks so familiar. Now you remember the guy's name from the video.

His name was Dave Strider.