JOHNDAVE JOHNDAVE JOHNDAVE! It needs in. Also: CAAAN YOU FEEEEEL THE GAAAAAAAAY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT~! THE HOMO LUUUUUUUUUUST IT BRIIIIIIIIINGS~! Also, go ahead, put up your theories for the fucking story.
Dave: Be John for a bit.
You are now John. Only for awhile though. You were getting ready to leave school, end of the day and all. You even broke up with Karkat awhile ago, I don't think he even cared about it though. You got everything and turned to walk when you saw Dave was walking towards you, yet you both tried to stop. And then you slipped, and he slipped. And then you fell back as he fell forward and...oh god.
John: QUICKLY BECOME KARKAT NOW!
You are now Karkat. You were turning the corner to walk out of a classroom when you saw John and Dave on the ground. With their lips...against the others...and they both seemed to like...it. You decide that there was no time to waste so you ran out of the building quickly, not even stopping when you noticed it was raining, you just ran. And ran. And ran. And almost got run over. And ran. You just saw your EX kissing your CRUSH while on the FLOOR IN FRONT OF YOUR EX'S FUCKING LOCKER! You didn't even care anymore, you were close to tears, and you just kept running.
LATER
You sat up in your room, it was seven at night and you barely got home from walking around in the woods sobbing and kicking trees. And then running from what you thought was a wolf but really was just your dog when you finally tripped on a tree root and twisted your right ankle. Fucking dogs. You literally yelled at him, the poor thing. You still love him though. Still love him. Right now you were sitting next to your window smoking. Your dad didn't like it when you smoked but for your mom, as long as you didn't let the smoke into the whole house it was fine. And just to piss them all off sometimes you blast loud music. Which you were doing right now.
You didn't give a shit, you never did. But why were you so angry and sad about John and Dave kissing? Was it because you liked Dave? No, cause if it was a plain like you wouldn't of ended up twisting your ankle and locking yourself in your room over the kiss. Maybe you love him? No, no you can't. You're too young.
But...maybe you actually do love him. But how much? Did you even know? What is that knowledge of use anyways? Its stupid. That's what it is. It's all just fucking stupid. It always will be. You heard your mom calling you downstairs for dinner, but you didn't want to leave your room. You weren't hungry anyways. You don't think you've eaten since a whole day ago. You don't care though. You needed to think. If you loved Dave, then why have you never told him? You can't handle it, you're tired. You decide maybe to get away from your window and go to sleep.
And that is what you do. You go strait to bed. You don't fucking care if everyone was eating downstairs or waiting for you. You needed your sleep.
Its literally five am and I barely finished writing this fucking chapter omfg why?