I can't take it anymore. The constant screaming and laughing. It hurts me, maybe too much than it should.

"Such a wimp." This one came from a big guy in the back of the cafeteria. It didn't break me like he thought it might, but I am certainly on the verge of it.

"Fag." Again, from the back of the room. Countless times. Countless times have I heard this. It sinks in more with each taunt, and it's to the point to where it doesn't affect me as much. Of course, it hurts me a lot.

"Just go kill yourself." This came from a girl in front of me. She looked me dead in the eyes, but with a wicked smirk. "I'm contemplating it." I wanted to say, but I really wasn't. After the countless deaths and revivals of my friends during the game, I could never bear to give all of that up and defy them. These countless taunts cloud me everyday, and I can never seem to get rid of them.

Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is John Egbert, and right now I am standing in front of the school's cafeteria trying to find somewhere to sit. Well, actually, I'm just trying not to get blasted with anymore food or spitballs. Everyone seems to hate me, but I'm really not sure why.

I should be considered a hero. They don't even realize that I saved all of their pathetic asses during Sburb. Even if they did, they would all still probably hurt me everyday.

Dave, my best friend, is back in Texas. Every night, we talk to eachother. This seems to be the reason I even get up in the mornings. Talking to Dave is always the only highlight of my day.

Jade and Rose are both together still adventuring. I believe they are with some of the trolls right now, so I haven't been able to have much contact with them since we won.

Long story short, I am now fast-walking to the bathroom to evade all of the insults and threats. I need to get ahold of Dave, just to get my mind off of things. I need him more than anyone can understand right now.

I need to get out of here.

Being all high and mighty everyday gets really agitating, and I need a break. Everyone expects so much out of me, and constantly ask me for things. I can't even handle myself for fuck sake! Ever since the game ended, I've been miserable. No one knows the pain I had to go through in it, and no one except the players will ever know. This drives me insane every single day. I think about the constant deaths of all of my friends, and how i'll never get some of them back.

Do you realize how many times i've had to cover up Bro's death?! "He's out of town." "He's shopping." "He's on a date."

I use these poor excuses every single day. They never realize why I tear up, or stutter while saying it. "Just tell me when he get's back, okay hun?" They always say.

But they'll never get an answer. All because of one stupid game.

Anyways, unless you haven't figured it out yet, my name is Dave Strider. I am currently crying in a locked bathroom, trying to stay away from the hordes of cliché fan girls and jocks trying to get my attention.

You may think I'm crying about Bro, but that ship has sailed. It was a few years ago, and I don't cry as frequently about that. I'm sobbing at the thought of that i'll never have a peaceful time. Well, I guess what I really want is a friend.

'But Dave, you have lot's of friends! You're so popular!'

No. They are all simple pawns. I don't care about them, because they don't care about me. They only care about the benefits they get social wise by talking to me.

What I really want, is John. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but I just really want to see him.

Before I could finish the thought, my phone chimed. I looked at the screen, and -speak of the devil- it so happened to be John.

"S-shit." I quickly wiped my eyes and tried to clear up my voice the best I could.

"Ahem, hey."

Hey? Was that really all I could manage?

"Dave... I need someone to talk to..." He seemed almost as sad as I did, and my gut instinct told me to reply, even though for some reason my mouth didn't. "I'm here. Tell me everything."

"I can't stand it anymore. People are constantly yelling at me and taunting me. I even had a death threat today... I just... I don't know what to do Dave!" I could hear him start to stutter, as if he was tearing up while during so.

"Calm down, don't worry, John. I've been getting rather depressed too, as bad as that sounds."

"You... Have?"

"Yeah. What ever you're going through, I know the feeling. I just want to run away every day."

"Running... Away..." His voice seemed as if it contemplated the idea.

"Just getting away from everything and starting new. No one knows your past and no one asks. Completely invulnerable of others. Just solitude."

i didn't mean for that to come out so... Sentimental. And because of it, i'm almost on the brink of crying in front of my best friend.

"That sounds so nice..." John sounded like he was moved a bit, too.

"Mhm. Just promise me something, John."

"W-what?"

"That we can run away together soon." Man, that sounded rather weird, but at this point, I don't give a fuck.

I heard slight whimpers and cries come from the other line. "I-I promise you, Dave... But how would we do that? We're on different sides of the country... And I want to do it soon."

Soon? Was he really going along with that stupid dream I had? Maybe that's a good thing...We can get rid of our problems together.

"John, are you serious about running away?"

"Y-yes."

"And you would be fine with running away with me?"

"You would be the only person I would do it with."

I put my hand up to my forehead, trying to fight off any major breakdowns. "Okay... O-okay... I can... I can... Get a plane ticket or something..."

"...really?"

"Is that a bad plan?"

"N-no... No... It's just... Would you really go to such great lengths just to get here?"

"John, after our experience with that fucking game, I would kill someone to help you."

"Heh, thanks..." Good, I made him at least smile a bit. I hope he realized I was serious, though...

"So, I will get a plane ticket to go to you, and then we will run away and just... Never look back..."

"Is that really okay with you?"

"Absolutely."

"Dave?"

"Mhm?"

"Thank you."

I cracked a smile, "No problem, man. We'll be better without all of these freaks."

"No, Dave. Thank you. You don't understand what this even means to me... I-I... I lo..." He cut himself off.

"I'll see you soon, promise." I replied.

Immense crying broke out on both of our ends, and once John hung up, I threw my phone in anger. It wasn't anger towards him, of course. I was mad at the people who made us resort to this.

So, running away was our plan.

I will never have to look back on those damn people, and can be with John...

Finally.

And i'm back from my short hiatus! Sorry the first thing you get back is this excuse for a story. I've been wanting to try Sadstuck, but maybe i'm not that fit for it. ;3;

Anyways, aside from my babbling, I hope you liked this to some extent. I don't know if I will have smut in this one, like my others, but hey, miracles happen.

Reviews are EXTREMELY appreciated! c: