Sorry about the no update last week!
My boyfriend and I have been getting ready for the MCM in May and we've been kinda busy with preparing stuff, plus we've both got exams soon, and I really need to catch up on my course work. Screw revising.
Anyway, yay, next chapter, and Thea's horrible attempt at a pesterlog.
I STILL OWN NOTHING.
John: Wake up.
Oh god, what time is it?
Your phone is beeping with that annoying tune that Rose set so kindly for you, signalling that you were being pestered, and you just didn't want to get up and go find your phone. The shitty futon you have to sleep in is too damn comfortable this morning, especially because Rose had left earlier for some reason you didn't ask, giving you the chance to roll around in comfort, and you just can't get up from it. Too...comfortable. Mustn't...move. Gah.
Where was your damn phone?
Your hand slides out from under the warm duvet to pat and feel for your phone, before you find it settled against your folded glasses, and held it in front of your face, taking your head out of the pillow but not opening your eyes fully.
- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 12:20 -
GG: john? john are you not up yet? come on john get up!
Jade, nineteen year old younger sister and possibly the only sister in the world who got involved in her brother's life, is the one who's pestering you, and for some reason, you're not surprised at all. That was ten minutes ago. You reckon that you should feel bad for leaving her hanging, but you're too tired to do that.
EB: morning jade
GG: john its twelve thirty! did i actually wake you up?
You sat up in your bed/mattress/thing, pressing your back against the wall, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes so you'll be able to type better.
EB: no jade, i've been awake for several hours. several.
GG: yeah right :L
GG: anyway whats this i hear about you dating a sixteen year old?
EB: SHE'S SEVENTEEN!
EB: and how did you know?
GG: rose told me :)
You groaned and reached for your glasses, sliding them on. You felt you typed a lot better when you were able to see.
EB: why am i not surprised?
GG: yeah i called you last night
EB: why did you call last night, jade?
GG: because i wanted to talk to my brother! is that a crime now? :(
EB: coming from you, it should be.
GG: whatever
GG: anyway i called last night but rose told me you were at band practise or something and told me everything! :) scandal john!
EB: whatever jade...
GG: dont you whatever me mister! who is this mysterious child!
EB: her name is nepeta.
GG: nepeta what?
EB: leijon. she's swedish.
GG: wait until dad hears about this!
EB: dad's in europe! i'm not scared of your threats, jade!
GG: a seventeen year old swedish school girl! youre ridiculous john
EB: it's a catholic school too...
GG: OMG! with the uniform and everything?
EB: yep. the whole deal...
GG: john you haven't...done IT yet have you? :O
EB: no no no! god no, jade! we haven't even held hands yet! she might have hugged me once...
GG: um john? why are you even doing this?
EB: i don't know jade...it's just nice, you know?
EB: it's just simple and there's no drama or anything...
GG: its been over a year since you broke up with her john :(
EB: i know jade...
GG: so are you actually moving on or is this you being stupid?
EB: i'll let you know okay?
GG: okay
GG: just dont do anything stupid okay?
EB: okay jade.
GG: ill talk to you later
EB: okay.
- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 12:45 -
John: Be the boyfriend and pick Nepeta up from school.
"I don't want to be here at all, John." Rose groaned, tucking her hands into her coat pockets.
You had to wait a couple more hours, though they seemed to fly by when on the internet or playing video games, but eventually Rose came home and you managed to drag her out into the cold again to meet Nepeta. She may insist that she doesn't want to be here, but you know she's totally lying, because she's wanted to meet Nepeta since you started dating. So you shoved on your old jacket and she kept her coat on and went on the move again.
"No, it's totally cool, just chill out. It's like in that movie Train-Spotting." You said with an oblivious grin.
She glared at you, knowing that what you just said was pretty idiotic. "Okay, first of all, in Train-Spotting, remember how he was freaking out and all worried? That was because he knew it was sick, and wrong and ILLEGAL. Secondly, remember how she was coercing him into dating her?"
You looked over at her, your eyes wide and confused. "No, dude, it's not like that at all."
"Don't call me dude, John. And you just SAID it was like that!"
"Okay, maybe I didn't watch that movie very carefully." You said, looking towards the snow covered floor.
"It's because you have no taste." She muttered with a light sigh.
"What?"
"Nothing dear."
The both of you continued walking a little while longer before you approach your girlfriend's school, the students already piling out of the school and running towards buses, parent's cars or just into the town to waste money in arcades.
"We're almost there," Rose stated. "And I'm leaving. I'm not doing this with you."
"C'mon Rose. You wanted to meet her!" You drawled, smiling towards her. "Besides, all the girls here wear totally cute uniforms!"
"I hate you, John." She sighed. She totally doesn't mean it though. She never does.
"Okay, let's just wait here." You said, leaning against the bars. She does the same, but far less enthusiastically.
"I hope you know how creepy we look right now, John..."
"JOHN!" You shook off Rose's snarky comment and looked over to see Nepeta with a group of people, who you assume are her friends. She's wearing that kitty hat that you always said was cute, probably because of the weather. She rushes over to you, a little spring in her step. "Hi!"
"Hey, what's up?" You said with a small smile. "This is my cool gay roommate, Rose Lalonde."
"Nice to meet you." Rose smiled, offering the other girl her hand.
Nepeta shook it politely. "Hi, I'm Nepeta. Do you want to know which girls in my class are gay?"
"Yes." She said, a lot more interested in staying and talking with Nepeta now. "Does she wear glasses?"
You glanced at the both of them, as a small frown spread on your face. "Uh, Rose. You go now. You leave. Begone." You said, pointing in the direction that the both of you had came.
"Aww...wait! What? John, you suck!" Rose pouted, looking back at Nepeta. "It was lovely meeting you, Nepeta."
"You too, Rose!" She said, hugging your arm, resting her cheek against your shoulder. "I'll give you the inside scoop on all the cute girls next time I see you!" She smiled.
Rose leaned forward, taking both of her hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You're too good for him, Nepeta. Get out while you can." She whispered, before letting go of her, and walking away from the both of you.
"Hehe, Rose is pretty funny! Can we get pizza or something? I'm soooo hungry!" She drawled, hugging your arm again, being oddly affectionate today.
"Heh...yeah, funny." You said, with an uncomfortable smile.
John and Nepeta: Do the couple-y thing.
"There's been a total collision with teams in our LARPing club lately!" Nepeta pressed, taking a bite of her Meat Feast pizza slice. Because you were such a gentleman, you paid for her, even though she insisted that you didn't need to. You were just that nice a guy. "Cus Tamara, who's on Red team right now, is into this guy Bobby, who's King of the Blue team, but everyone thinks that he has a crush on Mina, who's the Blue team queen which kinda fits, right?"
"But I thought that Derek and Tamara had a mutual liking-each-other thing going!" You asked, unscrewing the cap of your bottle of cheap generic cola and taking a swig of it.
"Well, they kinda did, but Derek is too involved in protecting the Red Queen, Lizzie, to do anything about it." She said, in-between chewing her mouthful of food. "I think he kinda likes her too though."
"Man, Derek's a player!" You chuckled, screwing the cap back on.
"Yeah, I guess." She said with a giggle.
"Your friends just crack me up. Want to go into Good Will?" You said, nodding towards the shop. She nodded, and you opened the door for her and go into the shop together.
"But yeah, LARPing club was basically fun today." She smiled towards you, before looking around the shop. "I don't think I've ever been in here before..."
"It's not too bad. You sometimes find good stuff."
She shrugged her shoulders and sauntered over to a rail of girl's clothes, looking through it, as you looked at some not terrible and pretty cheap jeans on the other side. "Most of this is bad, but not in the hilarious way." She grimaced slightly, looking over at you.
"Yeah, pretty much." You half heartedly agreed, downtrodden that the not worst jeans of the rail were a size too small.
"So, your band..." She started with a smile, still searching for the "good stuff" that you had promised.
"It's not really my band. It's mostly Dirk Strider's thing." You interrupted her, stopping the search of not terrible jeans.
"Is it a rule to always say his full name?"
"Yeah. He's too cool for just 'Dirk.'"
"Whoever's band it is, I really like it." She said, taking a ratty jumper off the rail to look at it better.
"Hehe, thanks Neps." You beamed.
"I don't listen to that much music, and, I mean, my friends play piano and stuff, but you guys totally rock!" She accentuated that last word, putting the jumper back on the rail.
"You're really stroking me ego, Nepeta, because everyone else thinks I suck. Thanks."
"Aww, I think you're awesome!"
"I'm much better at piano, trust me."
She smiled and took a nice looking jacket off the rail, looking at the size on the collar, and biting her lip lightly. "I guess this is kinda nice, my size too. I could mod it for cosplay and stuff...too bad its winter though." She said with a small frown, putting it back.
"Hey, spring's around the corner. Go try it on." She smiled but shook her head, and you asked her if she wanted to leave. She nodded and you both leave without buying anything, as you tend to do.
You keep walking for a while, listening to her talk, your arm around her shoulder, being reminded how nice it was not being single.
"You're like the first guy I've been out with who's so talented, ya know!" She said, looking up towards you.
"Have you gone out with a lot of guys then, Neps?" You asked her curiously.
She paused for a second or two, before letting out a light giggle. "No, of course not!"
"Yeah, so, whatever, man!" You laughed, making her smile.
She looked down towards the pavement for a second or two, before looking back to you, her eyes oddly wide and innocent. "I mean, I've never even kissed a guy before..."
You thought about it for a second. "It's about the same as kissing a girl." You said quietly.
"What?" She asked, obviously not hearing you.
"Nothing, nothing!" You insisted, wanting to abandon the topic.
"Where are we going, anyway? To your secret lair?" She asked, with an excited smile.
"Sorry but my secret lair is one of those "No Straight Girls" allowed deals." You said with a mischievous smile. "Rose gets confused."
"Aw, don't be mean!" She jabbed you lightly in the ribs with a grin, making you wince slightly, because her elbows were pretty damn skinny. "I like her!
You grinned back at her, somewhat awkwardly, rubbing the area she jabbed. "I'll...uh...I'll walk you to the bus stop, okay?"
"Okay!"
John: What now?
And now, for some weird reason, you're standing in the middle desert.
Okay, you kid. It's not a weird reason. It's just because you're dreaming. You're kinda lucid dreaming too, which happens a lot to you, but you still think it's pretty nifty.
"Oh..." You started, the almost white sand slipping through your toes as you walked. "Oh god..." You collapsed to your knees, pressing your face into the ground, your fingers curling into fists. Because you're dreaming it doesn't feel uncomfortable, and sand isn't leaking into your eyeballs or mouth like it does in reality. "Oh god, I'm so alone..."
You repeated this to yourself for about two minutes before you hear someone say "Shut up, dude." loud enough to make you take your head out of the sand and look at whoever it is talking to you.
It's a guy talking to you, standing about five feet away from you, a guy you've never seen or dreamt about before, you might add. His eyes covered by pretty rad sunglasses, and his light blonde-almost-ginger hair seemed to billow in the desert wind. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his dark blue jeans, and he wore an apathetic expression on his face, similar to Dirk's poker face.
"You're not alone, dumbass." He said, turning his back on you. "You're just having some idiotic dream." He started walking away from you, blurring in the distance.
You kneel upwards, looking at this mysterious guy as his figure faded."...Does that mean we can make out?"
You immediately wake up, wondering what the hell that was about.
