This part is off the top of my head so I'm open to critique.


John wonders to himself that if he asks Rose...something, that he'd ruin their friendship. He was not usually like this, but this one mattered to him a great deal. His fingers hung over the keys like an unpenetrable fog, then that lovely lavender lettering slashed across his white screen.

TT: Hello, John.
TT: Is there something you wanted to say to me?

John bit his lip, scared half to death at the outcomes of this little inquiry. Why was he so scared? John swallowed hard as he began to type.

EB: hey rose!
EB: actually i did want to ask you something
TT: Oh, really? I believed that this was another of your silly rambles about your day, which I should know since I am in your class.

Her little attempt at humor made the blue-clad boy even more scared. He couldn't truly take in the possibilities of this as he typed.

EB: um
EB: i wanted to ask um
TT: Out with it already!
EB: can i come over your house

John suddenly stopped typing for a while. Let's go to the other side with Rose...

Ms. Lalonde here was about to type something, though her mind started to race as John asked that. A blush found it's way up onto her face as she felt her face heat. She simply couldn't function like she normally did, man, now she's wondering if this is like one of her mother's hangovers... Never mind! She looks down at the screen and it's illuminated by his blue writing, just like his clothing.

EB: oh im so sorry rose
EB: i thought that
EB: if were friends we could go over each other's houses and stuff
EB: though if you dont want me too that's fine
EB: i dont have to come over
EB: its just i sorta wanted to because youre my friend you know
EB: so yea
EB: hello? rose?
TT: I'm here.
EB: oh good thought you ditched me
TT: Of course not, John!
TT: And, to your question, John...
EB: wait what?
TT: I wouldn't mind extra company and I'm sure Mother is at Mr. Strider's house tomorrow, so...
TT: Tomorrow should be a great time.
TT: See you tomorrow, John.
EB: see ya!

Even through the computer screen, Rose could tell he was glad he was coming over to Rose's household, and she was right. Right about now, John is jumping for joy, and packing for tomorrow, while in turn talking to himself.

"Oh, what if I could teach her to play HALO 4? That'd be awesome!" He gets a better idea...to him.

"Or maybe Ghosthunters: Deluxe Edition! That'd be even more cool!" John's happy, almost-girlish, giggling could be heard downstairs, making his father look up at the ceiling, up at John's bedroom floor. Mr. Egbert sighs.

"Teenagers..." He mumbles under his breath.


Tomorrow...

John knocks on Rose's door and a voice rips through the house, and John's mood slightly decreases. This night might turn out worse than he expected.

"rose darlin ur boyfuriends here!" John hears Rose's almost-silent shuffling of her moccasins as she sighs.

"Mother...John's not my boyfriend. He's a friend." The door slowly came open and Rose was wearing a professional dress that would look a lot like a cocktail dress to the normal person, but it wasn't and he knew that. John is allowed inside by the over-cheerful bartender, then she squeals, almost making John cringe.

"u 2 look sooo ca-uuuute together!u two shold defintely go out sometime." The fashionable bartender winks at her daughter.

"am i right rose darling?" Rose is silent before stating,

"Mother? Don't you have a certain male to attend to?" John didn't notice, but a light blush came across Rose's face. Ms. Roxy snaps her fingers.

"oh yea~! tats right! k u two have fun now but not 2 much kk? rite rose?" Rose simply heads up to her room, apparently to get something for John. After like 10 seconds after Rose gets into her room, Ms. Roxy smiles softly at John.

"now don't do anything to harm my little girl, john." John heavily blushes and stammers no, making Ms. Roxy giggle and exit happily.

Rose returns with a happy expression. "Thank goodness she's gone." Rose walks up to John, holding out a book. John nervously laughs as the book weighs him down. Rose chuckles.

"It's not one of my stories, John."John sighs slightly in relief. "It's something that I wish for you to have. It's not nearly as large as my stories."

John opens the seemingly large book and begins reading it.

'I, Rose Lalonde, will passionately admit that I like John Egbert through the art of writing. Ever since I laid eyes on the blue-clad boy, I fell in love with him. He was charming, yet goofy. He showed traits similar to Dave's, yet completely different. These traits intrigued me so very much, and I am encouraged by my friend, Jade Harley, to admit my affection to him in any way I wish to use. And so, here I am-' John's reading was cut short when Rose completed the sentence.

"Admitting that I love you, John." John blushes fiercely as Rose smiles, her eyes shining with truth.

"I-I love you t-too, Rose..." Rose takes control and kisses the blushing boy head on. John's eyes widen for a moment before realizing...

Her lips were soft, sweet, and tasted of sugar, like cotton candy. His eyes slowly close and he relaxes into the kiss. John wraps his arms around the other's waist, pulling her towards him.

Rose drapes her arms around John's shoulders, and they end up making out on the couch.


Ms. Roxy sits in a room of her own, watching the two from a hidden camera. Once it progressed that far, she cut off the camera because she felt like she was invading their privacy. If not already.

She turns around in her velvet swivel chair that her boyfriend bought for her, along with the camera. She looks up at the ceiling and smiles.

"i told you mom. she did fall in love with him." Roxy murmurs to herself, tears forming in her eyes. When she looks down again, a figure stands in the doorway.

"Is everything alright, Roxy?" The figure asks. Roxy shakes her head, putting on a fake smile for her boyfriend. She stands in a mock cheerful manner, wiping her tears from her eyes.

"everything is just peachy! nothin to worry about dirk!"

The aforementioned Dirk frowns. "I highly doubt that, Roxy. What's wrong?" His words edged with a commanding tone.

Roxy turns around, looking back at the monitor, which was currently blacked out."it's nothing dirk..."

Dirk walks up to the blonde, wrapping his arms around her in a cuddling fashion. "It's okay, dear. I'm here for you. Tell me what's wrong."

Roxy nods slightly, feeling his body heat comfortably radiating off his skin onto hers. The tears that she held back for so long prick at the edges of her eyes, begging to be let free after 10 years.

Roxy grips the older's shirt, her nails making him wince slightly, as tears fall from her eyes. Dirk tries to move her away to look at her, but she doesn't allow him.

"i miss mother...i miss her a lot." She whispers to him.

Dirk strokes her hair soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down. "It's going to be okay, dear. You still have me and Dave."

Roxy grips even tighter, making the older cringe at the pain from her nails. "one day i won't. you won't be here to comfort me or be there for me when im drunk. what then?" Roxy shakes violently as she feels her knees buckle beneath her.

Roxy falls to the floor, dragging Dirk along with her."Dear, please calm down. Roxy, come on. Stop crying, please." Dirk begs the younger.

Though, she doesn't. She kept crying and shaking. However, Dirk still didn't get why she was crying.

She was crying for her sister. And her mother because she wouldn't be able to see her little girls now. What they've become, and what they've done what their lives.


Wow. *clears throat* Sadstuck much? Okay. That's not sad at all, no~. Not at all.