DAVE'S POV:
I couldn't really sleep last night. I was tossing and turning, my heart pounding. I couldn't stop worrying. How the fuck am I going to just go back to school after all of this shit? How can I just face John? Why the fuck am I even thinking about John so much? His face, his red rosy cheeks, his soft reddish pink lips, his beautiful blue eyes. That dorky smile with those perfect white goofy teeth. I just want to be around him and talk to him and just show him I'm not as much of an asshole as everyone thinks I am. I want to hear his voice and hear him talk about those stupid fucking movies he likes, I want to make him laugh and smile. He makes me want to smile, even thinking about him makes the corners of my mouth tingle as if I'm about to give the stupidest grin ever. I got up and hopped in the shower finally. The water calmed my nerves and the warmth of the steam comforted me as I closed my eyes and let the water soak into my pores. After washing myself, I grabbed the blow dryer and my other styling equipment and products and made sure to make my hair look extra nice. I shaved a bit since I'd gotten rather stubbly the past few days. I couldn't pull off a beard like Bro, my hair grew in all patchy and neckbeard-like, shit was hideous. My scabs were flaking off and itching. I looked into the mirror, staring into the eyes of my reflection. As if the members of my family didn't act weird enough, our eyes looked weird too. Rose's were a nice shade of lilac while Bro's were a gorgeous fiery-amber orange. Mine were red, fucking period blood red, specks of scarlet and mahogany. My shades were totally cool and shit, but all hell would break loose if anybody saw how fucked up my eyes were. I put on my shades with disdain. I grabbed myself a bag of fruit snacks for breakfast and was out the door in typical fashion. When I got on the bus, Gamzee scooted over, moving his bookbag. I sat next to him. "Hey motherfucker, you check out my sick jams yet?"
I didn't know how to reply, he was talented, not gonna lie, but his whole concept was fucking ridiculous. The mirthful messiahs? The dark carnival? This guy was fucking nuts. Plus one of his songs had like a 2 minute "solo" of him honking. What was even this guys deal? I did at least respect him though, as ridiculous as it was, it was creative too. I would've never thought of that myself, but then again I didn't smoke weed everyday. Before I could reply somebody else spoke for me.
"Leave him alone shitstain! Nobody wants to fucking hear your clown jerkfest garbage excuse for the shitty musical genre known as rap."
Oh great, the turtleneck kid. His eyes were red. The same color as mine. His hair was black, but it looked dyed, his skin was evrn milkier and paler than mine and his eyes were hollowed and deep set with brownish dark circles.
"Woah chill Miss Shouty pants, its all good. Makara's got some talent."
"Oh don't tell me you've joined along the SS Jerkfest, haven't you? Why don't you just fucking go make out with him somewhere instead of gracing us with your fucking presence?!"
I turned to the girl sitting next to him.
"Sup Terezi?" Terezi was in my third period, we became friends because she enjoyed the way I smelled? Whatever, she was pretty fun to be around even if she was fucking weird. I guess since shes blind, shes gotta entertain herself some other way.
"Hey Dave! Did you wash with Old Spice? You smell delicious!"
"Of course I did I was all like oh man I gotta smell good for Terezi so Old Spice it was."
"How thoughtful of you Dave! Hehehe!"
The guy next to her rolled his eyes and groaned, then turned to me with a curious look on his face.
"Wait, not like I give a shit if you dropped dead or something, but where the fuck were you the past few days?"
Fuck.
"I was sick dude, I fuckin had a cold and shit, I was swimming along NyQuil river on a boat of Kleenex. So many tissues it looked like a 13 year old boy found porn the first time. Shit was awful."
"Thank you for the nausea-inducing description you repulsive dickwad."
"Look dude I'm just going to ask this, do you fucking yell at everybody like a prepubescent little bitch or something?"
His face reddened like a 4 year old whos balloon was taken from them.
"Oh he's always like this, it's how he shows his undying affection for us, isn't that right Karkles?"
"Woah, no wonder you're so mad all the time, I'd be more pissed than a girl who's cousin dumped her on Jerry Springer if my name was something dumb like Karkles. Who the fuck named you, the Humane Society?"
"KARKAT! KARKAT FUCKING VANTAS!" He screamed so loud the whole bus stared at him except Gamzee, who was still looking as stoned and lazy as ever.
"Oh shit. You might need to speak up, didn't hear you Vantas."
Terezi was cackling hysterically.
I could get used to this bunch of losers. I got off the bus and the first thing I saw was John standing in a crowd, his presence shining through it like a beacon as his eyes met mine and lit up.
JOHN'S POV:
Dave did it! He finally showed up. I figured he needed a nice weekend to himself to feel better. He looked better than the last time I saw him. I started waving at him as he inched closer to me.
"Sup Egbert."
"Hey Dave! How was your weekend."
"Fucking amazing."
"Whatever you say Dave! Mine was awesome I hung out with a new friend."
"Well I mean I wouldn't really call what we did ha-" I interrupted him.
"No not you! On Saturday me and my friend Vriska went to the mall."
"Vriska?"
As if on cue a third voice joined in
"Yeah, and your name is?" She smirked at Dave, her lips blue as ever.
"Dave."
"Oh are you one of John's friends?"
"Yeah."
"Well John, I need to talk to youuuuuuuu, sorry Dave."
Dave shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Once Dave turned his back, Vriska's blue eyes started tearing up. She had been confiding in me about some problems she was having with Tavros lately. It seemed no matter how much she had tried to be there for him, he never seemed to appreciate her.
"That loser is lucky I even talk to him! All I want is for him to be confident but he just whines all the time and complains about me."
"What a jerk! I might not have known you for long, but you seem like an amazing person, Tavros seems like an ungrateful asshole."
"Really?"
"Yes, you deserve someone so much better!"
She looked into my eyes with her icy cerulean eyes piercing me. "I do, don't I?"
She hugged me tightly. "You're the best John. You reeeeeeeeally are."
I felt weak at the knees. She knew how to make a guy fall fast.
DAVE'S POV:
That girl seemed off to me. She was tall, slender and beautiful, her hair was messy, but in a sexy way. She wore bold blue lipstick and even blue eyeliner. She dressed tomboyish but you could tell she had an amazing body. Her eyes looked like they could see through your every flaw. Anybody besides John could tell. She was the kind of person who reels you in like a sucker and even as you're gasping for breath and want to let go, you can't, you can't leave somebody as perfect and fucked up as her. John had no clue what he was in for.
"Uh hey, sorry if I am bothering you, but it seems my girlfriend is spending a lot of time around your friend, the one in glasses."
I looked behind me to see a weak, small tan boy in a wheelchair pushing his way into the school entrance. His arms were the only muscular thing on his weak, tiny body. He had a mo-hawk and a septum piercing. Why the fuck is his asking me about this shit?
"Yeah I guess, I haven't been here for three days dude, I just got back today."
"Well could you please tell him that uh she is mine and he needs to watch out."
"Whatever dude, I understand. She seems like a bitch."
"She is... a bitch. But I love her very much."
"Why?"
"I don't know, its complicated..."
"Well I'm going to class, I'll watch out for Vriska."
"Thank you uh..."
"Dave."
"My name is Tavros. Tavros Nitram."
I walked to my first period concerned. Once lunch came by, John went to my spot as usual to sit with me. He couldn't stop talking about Vriska. His eyes lit up like sun hitting against an ocean. My stomach was twisting in knots. The boy was in love with her. No. This doesn't need to happen. Yet I just wanted the asshole to be happy, even if it was with Vriska.