A/N Not my first, but I deleted the previous Hetalia fics I had since I grew bored of them and just... yeah xD Sorry if you enjoyed them or would have enjoyed them. I have very little plans for this story set in stone, so if there's something you want to see, let me know ;D
Gamtav, JohnDave, JohnVriska, RoseMary, DaveKat?, Daverezi, SolKar, EriSol, DirkJake, JaneRoxy, so many ships. All of them. All of the ships.
Beta and Alpha kids included as well~!
~Summary~
John has just started his first day of high school with Dave. After meeting a whole host of very odd, interesting people (including a truent, a gambler, an artist, an introvert, a blind girl, an otaku, a pansexual, a genius, a metalhead, a hopeless romantic, a beach girl, and possibly a vampire?) he is suddenly overwhelmed by every romantic issue known to mankind among his new friends. Tragedy, parties, various smut in later chapters ;D, and every pairing ever.
Thank you~!
"Calm down there Egbert, it's not like we're going to prison."
Dave, sitting next to me on the bus, played Temple Run on his mobile as if nothing were happening.
"What makes you think I'm nervous? Have a little faith," I responded, trying to smile casually.
"I can feel you shaking through the seat, bro."
Damnit. I looked out the window, watching the bare trees zoom by.
"It's just high school. I'm not that nervous." Of course I was that nervous! I fiddled idly with the bookbag in my lap while I tried desperately not to think about the first day of my freshmen year. Dave just shrugged knowingly beside me, hardly throwing me a comforting glance through his concealing shades that he wore over his face like a mask.
I wasn't new to Washington State, but I had just transferred from homeschool on the insistence of Nanna to get out and be more social. I met Dave years ago in preschool, and since then we have been nearly inseparable. He was one of the only other kids I talked to for most of my life. Nanna told me time and time again that I should get out more, go to parties like a normal teenager and possibly meet a nice girl. Instead, I preferred to hide behind the monitor of my laptop (which was safely stashed in my bookbag), talking to a plethora of online friends I had made over my years of solitude.
The bus rumbled to a stop with a hiss. Taking a deep breath, I climbed out of the bus after Dave and headed for the large, overwhelming building in front of me. I silently prayed Dave wouldn't go off on his own. Immediately after having this thought, Dave veered to the left to engage a smiling girl in conversation. With nothing to do until the morning bell rang, I stood outside the doors with them, trying to keep my distance from every other person filing noisily off their buses.
"Sup TZ," Dave said to her.
"Hello Dave!" TZ responded, chuckling. Her voice was raspy and gave me the impression that she was a rather loud and cantankerous girl. She was wearing red-lensed glasses that refused to show her eyes, a bit like Dave. I hadn't even noticed her cane until she suddenly whipped it up and pointed it vehemently at me, grinning.
"Who's this with you, Dave?" She asked. She was taking in deep breaths through her nose. "He smells like old lady."
"This is John," Dave introduced, pushing TZ's cane down. "He's new to the school system. John, this is Terezi."
"John's a weird name," Terezi pointed out.
"Terezi's a weird name," I responded, smiling. But seriously, what kind of name is that? She must have a middle-eastern parent - terezi is from the Persian word for balance.
"My name rocks," Terezi declared. "It's nice to meet you, John."
"Same to you," I replied, feeling rather awkward. Should I look her in the eye? Is it rude to just stare at a blind girl's eyes? Does it matter since they're blind?
A few minutes later, the bell rang and students hanging out near the benches filed inside. Dave and Terezi parted ways as soon they entered the building.
"Follow me, we have first period together," Dave said, walking briskly in front of me. Adjusting the shoulder strap of my bookbag, I hustled along behind him, bumping into people and apologizing profusely until we reached the science room.
"Everyone quiet down while I take attendance please," said the teacher at the front of the room, scribbling Mrs. Serket on the whiteboard. She looked awfully young to be teaching. Her hair was mid-length and black and she wore white-rimmed glasses. Sitting back down at her desk, she smoothed out the ruffles in her blue dress. "John Egbert, please put your book bag on the shelf at the back."
I nearly flew out of my skin when she called me out. "Oh, uh, sorry." I stood, feeling my face flare up, and put my book bag at the back of the class. "Sorry about that," I added for good measure.
"Excuse me young man," Mrs. Serket now targeted Dave, who sat stoically in his chair. He didn't even look up at her. "You can't wear glasses in the building, Dave." She checked her roster, jotting down a little note on the side. "It's disrespectful to me and distracting to the class, so please remove them or I will have to send you to the office on referral –"
Dave swiftly pulled a piece of notebook paper from his pocket, slapping it onto the desk. Taken aback, Mrs. Serket rose from her chair and picked it up, reading over its contents. A few kids next to me began to whisper to each other.
"There he goes with the shades again."
"What a prick. They look so stupid."
Mrs. Serket shook her head at Dave. "I'm going to need more than this note from your parents, Dave, I can't just excuse you. I do hope you understand dear, but there aren't files on record here that show you really have albinism. I'll check again, but I'll need a doctor's note or –" She was once again cut off as Dave removed his glasses and glared up at Mrs. Serket. A muscle in his jaw jumped and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh my – I'm terribly sorry, I was so inconsiderate." Mrs. Serket attempted to regain her composure as she apologized, walking slowly back to her seat. Dave replaced his shades and resumed his calm demeanor.
"Red-eyed freak," the kid next to me remarked quietly. I finally turned to him, fists clenched.
"Keep your mouth shut about him." He stared back at me, sniffed, then turned away.
Mrs. Serket rambled on for the better part of an hour, supposedly covering the assertive discipline plan for her science class, but ended up talking about her childhood instead. The class zoned out, I sat and doodled.
Lunch was after American history, Spanish, and English. I hesitantly shuffled into the large lunchroom with my sandwiches I had packed the night before, looking for an empty table to hide at. Terezi occupied the only viable option, leaning her cane against the edge of the table. I approached her, nervously glancing around me for Dave.
Maybe she won't even know I'm here if I don't make any noise. Egbert that is so mean, she is blind for Pete's sake. Who even does that? Who sneaks up on blind girls?
"Hey there Johnny boy."
Damnit. I am so busted.
"Hi Terezi…," I replied. I can't believe I nearly forgot her name. After a few minutes of idle chatter, we were joined by two other girls carrying trays of food. One was tall and lanky, sporting long golden hair. I stared at her for way too long before I noticed the other girl, grinning widely through her short, neglected hair. She was talking animatedly as the two sat down beside Terezi, who greeted them.
"Hi TZ, how are you? How is the training coming?"
"Hey there Pet. You mean with the seeing-eye dog? It's going okay, but I swear I don't need one. I can get around just fine!"
"Pet" glanced at me questioningly. I noticed a large cat meme on her shirt. "Hi, who are you? Are you one of TZ's furiends?" She flashed another wide grin at her pun. The blonde next to her scoffed.
"Huh, yeah, my name's John," I replied, trying to keep my voice above a whisper.
"That's a weird name," said the blonde girl, smirking. "For around here at least. My name's Vriska and this is Nepeta."
"This is a very culturally diverse area," Terezi added. "I can't even keep shit straight, who's from where."
"That's interesting," I said sincerely. I felt suddenly very generic and boring, so I decided to say something interesting myself. "I just come from a long line of amazing pranksters."
"Ooooh, reaaally?" Terezi exclaimed, leaning forward with most mischievous grin I've never seen before.
"I bet we can cook up some good ones for the pricks in this madhouse, you and me!" Vriska said, laughing loudly.
The rest of the went smoother after lunch, with me feeling better after having made friends on the first day. I actually talked to other real-life people other than Dave! Nevermind the fact that I was basically surrounded by cackling girls, that wasn't so bad, right? Most guys would kill for that. I ended up even giving Vriska, Nepeta, and Terezi my chumhandle so that we could pester each other that night. The return trip home found Dave and me goofing off on the bus; flicking paper wads, writing on the window, and kicking the seat in front.
After skipping supper that night, I pulled up Pesterchum to wait for my newfound friends to login.
ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]
EB: dave!
EB: …
EB: daaaaaaaave.
TG: egbert
EB: you online?
TG: … obviously you dipshit
EB: oh yeah hehe. Guess what, im such a social butterfly!
TG: i heard about your bitchin people skills today
TG: so hey bro is hosting a party this weekend you down
EB: hehe dave i think we both know thats not gonna happen.
TG: i think we both know it totally will
EB: alright strider what kind of shenanigans are you planning this time?
TG: just come and youll see it will be the bitches tits i promise
EB: i have no choice but to believe you, strider!
TG: because you are showing
EB: well see…
TG: see you there saturday dont let me down egbert
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]
Comments, criticism, and flames welcome and appreciated~!
`Q-Dae
