(Author's Notes: Alright here it is, poor writing skill and all. I wrote these authors notes at 3:25 AM. When I finish, it'll probably be like.. Six XD Also thanks for the good feedback on the horribleness that was part one, and sorry if it was confusing. This entire thing is the brainbaby of three teenage girls.. Also sorry if it seems to go past tense/present tense – writing in second person is hardly than I thought XD)
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You're not 100% squared off as to why your brother randomly transferred you to a different school; actually you're not even sure what your old school was, come to think of it. Ever since that morning you'd been feeling really clued-out on pretty much everything. You could shrug the feeling off as nothing for the most part, it was kind of weird when all the contacts were erased out of your phone though.
Around three PM you were doing who knows what in your bedroom when there was a knock at the door, didn't make it out to the front room in time to see who it was though. Bro was shutting the door, he looked really.. sad?
"Who was that?" You pressed.
"Nobody." He shrugged. "Some kid with the wrong address, I guess." You weren't entirely sure, but his mannerisms seemed off. You cocked an eyebrow and then also shrugged. Bro sure had been acting strangely lately.
The rest of the day was pretty normal, not that there was any reason it should be. The next day however, would be a whole new adventure. And it was, because getting transferred to a new school for no good reason half way through semester is pretty weird. You met a few cool people you guess, there was this one kid with a lisp who was wearing stupid 3D glasses, and a girl who looked exactly like the cave dweller from your old school – more commonly known as Eridan. You think the chick's name was like Ferrari or something, not that it matters.
There was one girl though; she came off as completely batshit crazy – Terezi Pyrope. Meeting her was an experience altogether…
You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, picked up by one of the many cliques at LOHAC High School. Prodding the small green vegetables this school so boldly called pees, when somebody plopped their bright red tray down right beside yours. Oh great.
"Hi." She said, perfectly straight pearly white teeth, teal t-shit and bright red skinny jeans. "I'm Terezi."
"Sup." You dead panned, returning your attention to your plate.
She of course didn't answer your question – it mostly came off as rhetorical. Instead she wasted no time getting right to the point. "I've heard a lot about you, coolkid." You shrug, news about new kids usually spreads fast. "What I haven't heard though.." She paused and you could nearly hear her break a grin, "You got a girlfriend?"
This called your attention; you looked at her and shook your head, blonde hair swishing over the top of your glasses. She smirked and brushed your hair back to the side, "You do now, babe." Oh my God. This girl was obviously full of herself. "Word around the school is you got kicked out of MSH because you got into a pretty nasty fight.." She adjusted her porn-star glasses. "I like my boys nasty."
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It'd been about a month since you became Terezi's arm candy, and your first impression was pretty dead on – batshit crazy. It was a decent January day and so she requested a nice walk through the park. Her arm was interlocked with yours, but you weren't really paying attention to her anymore (as if you I ever did anyway).
"Dave!" She broke your focus from a nerdy-looking black haired boy at a nearby picnic table. "Dave, are you even listening?" No, you weren't.
"Uhh, yeah T-z you've only talked about this 200 times." She frowned, aware of your obvious disinterest in her. "Didn't have like some stupid family thing today?"
"You were invited to that stupid family thing!" She unlatched your arm. "Remember?"
"Oh shiii-" You rub the back of your head. "Forgot, but something came up and I can't go." That was obviously a lie.
"Oh?" She frowned. "What?"
"Dunno?" You shrug as convincingly as possible. "Some shit with bro."
She frowned again, "Okay, Dave! I guess I'll see you later." She reached up and kissed your cheek.
"Yeah, bye." You wave as she's running off. "Be careful of cars.. I guess."
Now it was time to nonchalantly direct your attention to the black haired boy, he looked really familiar. You pulled out your iPod and skim through a few songs while walking over to the picnic table and plopping down. The black haired boy didn't seem to notice you at all, well he was pretending not to anyway. He was quite obviously staring at you the entire time you were walking towards him. Now, it looked sort of like he was going to be physically sick. Time to attempt conversation.
"Yuck!" You say loud enough to get his attention. "What is Trisha Yearwood doing on my iPod?" Seriously, why the fuck was that song on your iPod?
"I like Trisha Yearwood." A tiny voice said, not looking up from his algebra text book. "Well, I mean I only really know one song I guess."
You really have no idea how to respond, so you quickly change the subject. "What're you working on?"
Now he looks up – and holy shit his eyes are like the ocean, even behind those ridiculous glasses. "Uhh," He seems unreasonably nervous. "Algebra, not very good at it, haha."
"Do you need any help?" You scoot a little closer and he seems to tense up a little. He shook his head and went back to working. A few minutes later you break the silence again, "So I don't recognize you, what grade are you in?"
"Eleventh."
"Hm. Me too" You press more. "School?"
"Maplehoof Senior High." It's like he was intentionally trying to avoid looking at you.
"Haha, are you serious? I used to go there, lamest school name ever."
"Yeah, I know." And you think the conversation is over again but then he continues, "You know I actually could use some help on this.. if you don't mind?" You shrug and he keeps rambling. "Haha, you've always been so good at math." Wait, what.. How did he know that? He freezes, "Uhh, well I assume, I mean.. shit shit.."
"Dude, calm down." That sickly look overcame him again. He's packing up his text book in a hurry now.
"No, I really should go, I almost blew it, oh God." He's fast walking away now, you were just kind of sitting there dumbfounded. "Sorry, Dave." Was the last thing you hear him say before he slammed the door on his blue Grand-Am.
"How.." You shake your head. That was weird, who the fuck is that kid? How did he know your name?
You manage to shrug off the feelings , just weird bullshit. The rest of the day goes pretty well, around 8 PM you start fucking around with your phone. You made an account on some stupid chat client called Pesterchum, as Terezi suggested. About to log off, bored as hell when you get a chum request from somebody you don't know.
[striderTime received chum request from ectoBiologist]
Who's this douchebag? You shrug and accept anyway, whoever it is pesters you right away.
[ectoBiologist began pestering striderTime at 8:19 PM]
EB: hey i know you don't know me..
ST: no shit news of the century right there
EB: just hear me out okay?
ST: whatever
ST: who are you
EB: you know that kid from the park?
ST: no way
EB: i know this is probably really creepy..
ST: no shit fuck man wtf
EB: i had to pull a lot of strings to figure out your new chumhandle
ST: new
EB: uhhh no never mind.
EB: im not supposed to talk to you this was a stupid idea.
ST: what are you talking about
ST: who the fuck are you
EB: sorry don't tell your bro about this okay?
ST: wait how did you know about bro
[ectoBiologist dumped chum]
ST: fuck
"What the fuuuuck?" You say to yourself out loud before throwing your phone down on the side table. That, of course, got bro's attention. Why does he fucking care so much lately.
"What?" He was in your bedroom doorway faster than you could pull your hand off your phone. "What happened?"
"Nothing." You didn't mean to sound so harsh, but you couldn't help it. "Everything… I don't fucking know!" Pressing your palms to your eye sockets. "Could you just like go away? I kind of just want to go to bed…"
"It's not even none o'clock yet, Dave…" As if you gave a fuck. "You okay?"
"I'm fine! Err, sorry just please, okay I don't fucking care what time it is." And you didn't. You just wanted to go to sleep where it you could just forget everything. Like why the fuck your life has been so fucked up lately.
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It'd been about a week and a half since you first saw the derpy kid at the park, and you could get him off your brain. How did he know your name? How did he know you were good at math? What did he mean old chumhandle? How did he know bro? And why isn't he supposed to talk to you? Nothing adds up.
Skimming through the pages of some ironic novel you're seriously considering not buying you notice familiar black hair a couple shelves ahead of you, in the bookstore. It's the kid. The derp who knew stuff. Now's your chance. You beeline over to the section he's at, before you make your presence known you notice he's flipping through some shitty manga. You clear your throat and he looks up.
"Oh shit." He groans. "Listen, just leave me alone okay?" He tries to get past you to the only exit of the store. You're quick to block his path.
"I just want to know how you knew all that stuff!" You practically shout – temporarily forgetting to keep your cool. Shooshed by the clerk.
"I can't tell you, the conversation is over." He squeezes past you and heads straight for the door, you obviously follow him. He doesn't even turn around, just gets into that same blue Grand-Am from the park and starts to pull out. You just kind of stand there and frown. He looks at you one last time and stops. His hand hits the button to lower the window and through the half-crack he sighed and said, "Go to your favorite restaurant." Then pulled away.
What the crap? That has got to be the vaguest thing ever. How the fuck will he know what your favorite restaurant is? This is ridiculous. You get in your car, there's no way this is true, totally over the line. You're driving, he's not gonna be there, this is stupid. Stupid stupid dumb. You're leaning against the hood of your car in the Burger King parking lot when that same familiar blue Grand-Am pulls in.
Holy. Fuck.
You start walking towards his car as he's getting out, "What the actual fuck?" You shout, he doesn't answer. "How do you know all this shit about me? Who are you?"
He doesn't answer for a few seconds, which seems like an eternity, and when he finally does reply it isn't an answer at all. He sort of whispered, "I'm sorry Dave."
"Sorry for what?"
"I shouldn't have said anything that day in the park. Everything would be okay, you'd be okay, and now I'm standing in a Burger King parking lot with you debating on telling you everything…" He looks like he's gonna cry. You're gonna say something but he talks again. "I don't know why I even told you to come here of all places, if I tell you anything it can't be in public." He pauses again. "But before I say anything swear to me… you won't tell your brother."
You nod. About to ask him more questions that probably won't get an answer, when he hands you a little sheet of paper. As you unfold it he gets back into his car. "I'll talk to you there, its private." He leaves you standing in a parking lot more confused than ever for the second time that day. You glance back at the note.
"The weeping willow by the river."
You hadn't been there in years, bro used to take you finishing when you were little. Sighing, you get in your car and go for another question filled drive. The river was still almost fully iced over from the nice little snow fall last weekend, and practically all the snow around was still full and untouched. As you pulled into the closest public parking lot to the willow tree you assumed the note was about you immediately noticed the blue car parked two spaces over. The questions were really piling up now.
Snow crunched under your feet as you walked towards the icy-branched weeping willow. A few steps from the tree he looked up, the damn idiot was sitting in the snow! You sighed and sat next to him. "You're really freaking me out."
"I'd be pretty freaked out too.." He cracked a half smile. You open your mouth to start asking questions but he stops you. "Before you ask me anything you have to promise you won't laugh." You nod. "Everything I say is 100% true even if it sounds crazy."
"I won't laugh." You reassure. "Now please, how do you know all this?"
"There's no simple way to put this so I'm just gonna start from the top." He takes a deep breath. "Dave, you don't remember me because you had your memory erased." Okay, this kid was full of shit, totally insane.
"Are you fucking kidding," You're about to go on about how big of a bullshit lie that is but he stops you.
"I'm serious, Dave." He frowned. "You willingly did it too.. You just forgot."
"Why for fuck's sake would I intentionally have my memory erased?"
"I can't tell you." He looks really upset now.
"So…" You calm your tone. "Who are you.. to me then?" He turns away, is he crying?
"Y-Your sunglasses." He sniffs.
"What about them?"
"Where did you get them?" You shrug. You actually have no idea where they came from, had them for as long as you can remember. "Dave, I gave those to you. I gave them to you on your thirteenth birthday."
"You what.. You do realize I'm 17? I think I'd remember if you-" He cut you off.
"But you don't!" He's quite obviously crying now, not even trying to hide it. "You don't remember and I can't tell you." He stands up, obviously going to leave you with more questions than answers again.
"Wait!" You grab his wrist. He stops, wiping his tears. "You didn't answer my question. Who are you to me?"
He pulls his wrist out of your grasp and starts walking away. In between sobs he's say the most shocking thinking you could image at the time, "I was your boyfriend." And he's gone, in his little blue Grand-Am pulling away again.
"My.." Is all you manage to say, to yourself. "God dammit!" You swing around and punch the trunk of the tree in frustration. A layer of snow-dust sprinkles off the tree…
What the hell? Something scrawled into the wood.. No way… Was that kid telling the truth? What.. What's his name?
Why were your initials in that heart?
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(Author's notes: Heheheh, looks like it'll be in three parts ;D btw its 5:55 AM now XD I also didn't revise this chapter because its six in the fucking morning so if you find errors let me know .)