Be Dirk
You are now Dirk again. You have arrived at the Lalonde residence and have explained your situation.
Roxy feels a bit better, gaining the energy to come downstairs and apologize for her behavior. You accept the apology, although there was nothing to say sorry about, and invite her sit. Rose watched Roxy as she slowly scoots closer and closer to you.
"So, Dirk, what do you want for your birthday?"
"An apartment."
"Haha, yea right. You can stay with us!" Roxy exclaims. Rose starts to intervene, but Roxy stops her and begins to plan out where you would sleep.
"Rox, I'm sure Bro wouldn't let us sleep here."
"Then where? The street?" Roxy points to the road outside. It looks awfully cold.
"I think I've proved my point." Roxy nods and continues talking. You sigh.
"Sweetie, you can always say with us." Roxy's mom enters the room and pats your hair down. You grumble and style it again.
Once Rose and Roxy leave, Mom stays behind. A glass of wine is her hand. Although she is heavily drunk, she manages to stay professional while speaking with you.
The conversation spreads from the fire to a living situation to how Bro is doing without you-know-who. The answer was he wasn't doing well. Luckily Bro was poker-emotioned enough to speak with roxy's mom and let you and Dave stay for a while. It was debated the exact amount of time but that wasn't the most important thing on your mind.
As the phone mumbled with Bro's complains, your eyes drifted to the street. Where was Dave? And what was happening between him and Egbert?
If Dave played his cards right, he was probably making out with that derp in a closet while Dad Egbert was baking another one of his delicious cakes.
If Dave was the Dave you knew, he was probably sulking home after an embarrassing cover story. Dad Egbert still was making cakes.
Be Dave
Speaking of Dave, let's be him now.
You are looking up at your ex. She has her shotgun, which can't be good, and her arms are crossed.
"Well well well. Guess whose luck just ran out."
"Mine?"
"Hmph. I should have known better. You are EVERYWHERE." Jade places her gun back in her sylladex, standing back up. Her red shoes are inches away from your face.
"So? Geez, can't a guy visit his good friend."
"I never said I was your friend."
"Not you. Egbert." Without opening your eyes, you grab for your glasses. You hand blindly reaches for air.
"John? You want to talk to him?"
"No. I'm going over there to pet a squirrel."
"Wow. You know, you're a larger jerk than I thought you were."
"Me? Jade, you won't even help me find my sunglasses. Then, maybe, I could talk to you like a normal person."
In spite, you roll onto your back. Your arms are mimicking Jade's.
Jade sniffs. Her hand drifts to her shotgun, leaning on her hip. When you don't move, Jade softens and kicks your glasses out from under her shoe. You open your eye one thousandths of an inch and snatch them.
"Happy now?"
"Not really. It was worth a shot." You stumble onto your feet, your glasses hanging off your face. Jades face is shattered in from the dark glass.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Jade taps her foot, checking her wrist for the time on an imaginary watch.
"You."
"What a specific conversation. You sure have a way with words."
"For the love of god, Jade, can you pretend like we are actually friends?"
"You mean were. We were friends, until you messed everything up."
"I didn't do anything. You were the one who decided to sell your heart to a fish girl." You lash out.
"Feferi is a wonderful troll who has a lot better morals than you."
"I bet you don't even like her. You just wanted to get away from me."
"And if I did?"
"That really hurts."
"W-what?"
"I thought I did something wrong. I cared for you and talked to you about things my bro didn't even know about. And you did the same. You helped me talk to Dirk and even think about losing the shades. I thought we had something. Do you see how much I thought? Well, I guess I'm a bad thinker because just when I finally felt included, like I had nothing to hide, you turned your back and left. Straight out abandoned me. I was heartbroken. I had never loved anyone as much as you. We were soulmates. Oh look, I said were. Guess we're on the same page now."
"Dave, I never knew—"
"You don't know a lot of things Harley. And, to help you understand they already obvious, I'm over you. I have someone else in mind and I'm going to see him right now. If you don't mind, I'd like to be on my way."
"John? You..."
You don't respond. Your face is in flames as you return to your skateboard and leave the flustered girl behind you.
Be Jade
You watch Dave skate away, his red outfit fading into a speck. Your eyes are rimmed with tears.
He really liked me. You think. And I pushed him away. I'm such an idiot!
You sit where Dave lay just moments ago, hurt and open to talk. What were you thinking? The first time you talked in months and you spend it yelling at him. Putting him down. This wasn't you. You were the happy-go-lucky Harley who also happened to be able to transport planets.
But you were different around him. Even after the big fight just months ago, you still had a floaty feeling when his shades sparkled under the sun. Your heart jumped when he spoke.
Slumping, you admit to your worst nightmare.
You still like him.
And he doesn't like you.