The letters continued.
They only increased in number as time went on, and John was still no closer to figuring out who his 'secret admirer' was, unfortunately. Nothing strange had been happening; no stalking, no strange pesterlogs, no nothing. Just the letters, so it didn't scare John. He just found it a bit odd that whoever was sending the letters felt too scared to say anything to his face, but seemed totally bold and fearless in the letters they'd been leaving in his locker for weeks now.
He was just surprised whoever it was hadn't dropped any hints or anything. Maybe they were, and John was too oblivious to notice.
He'd started to feel more insecure about his identity as time passed. Desperately, he started to search for answers, coming up without answers each time. John really didn't know much about romantic or sexual orientations. He was just a confused teenage boy, questioning the very identity that he had previously held dear. Nobody had ever asked him out, nor had he ever asked anyone else out either. What the hell was wrong with him? Every book and movie and song was about people being in love.
Was he broken?
Was something wrong with him?
He didn't know how to react to the love notes. They just made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't understand that person's feelings at all. Still, he had to go to school and be faced with yet more love notes. John grabbed his bag and headed out of the house after quickly scarfing down his breakfast of pancakes and fruit. He arrived at the school, smiling as he saw his cousin, Jane, standing in the courtyard with her girlfriend Calliope. The brunette waved to her, and Jane waved back. Calliope smiled brightly, waving as well.
John headed to his locker, opening it very hesitantly, his blue eyes widening as a stack of letters fluttered out of the locker. It surprised the boy so much that he nearly fell backwards, bumping into Vriska behind him. "Whoa, sorry," John apologized quickly. "It's okay. Here, lemme help you pick some of these up," the troll girl smiled slightly, leaning down and picking up the letters. "Thanks," the brunette nodded, taking the letters back from Vriska. "Hey, uh...do you...know who could be putting these letters in my locker? It's getting a little out of hand," he laughed awkwardly.
Vriska's eyes flickered with a mischievous glow, a slight smile on her face. "Nope! Sorry," she laughed, putting her arm around John's shoulder. "Ah, oh well. That's okay," he shrugged, the troll girl's grey arm still slung around the human's shoulder. "Do you wanna hang out later? Maybe after school?" the cerulean-blooded troll questioned, one of her eyebrows raising. "Yeah! Sure. That sounds like it would be fun," John nodded. "I have homework though, hope you don't mind me doing it while we hang out." "Nope, it's cool!" Vriska nodded calmly. "Meet me in the courtyard after school," she told him, removing her arm and heading down the hallway towards her first period class.
After eighth period, the troll girl met up with John in the school courtyard, just as they had planned. She looked cool, standing there in her leather jacket, ripped blue jeans, and cerulean converse shoes. "Hey Vriska!" the brunette waved as he stepped outside, into the windy courtyard. "Hey John. C'mon, let's go to my place!" the troll nodded, motioning for the boy to follow. He followed, heading to the sleek, cobalt car sitting in the school parking lot. Equius was sitting in the passenger seat, and he waved to the girl troll as she opened the driver's side window. "Hey Equs," she opened the back door for John, motioning for him to get in. The brunette nodded to Vriska, thanking her. He closed the door, and the cerulean-blooded troll hopped into the driver's seat.
"Is this your car, Vriska?" John asked, leaning forward. "Nope. It's Equius's," she said calmly, glancing over at the sweaty troll sitting in the passenger seat. "Damn! You have a nice car, Equius," John smiled brightly. Equius thanked him, simply nodding. The female troll turned up the radio a bit, pulling into a street with a sign marked in Alternian and Beforuisan trollian. It only took a little while for Vriska to pull into a driveway, hopping out. She waved to Equius, thanking him for letting her use his car. He nodded, getting into the driver's side seat. He put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the cerulean-blooded troll's driveway. Vriska walked up to the door of her house, putting her key into the door. She unlocked it, stepping inside.
The house looked strange; foreign. It was styled like a normal troll hive to Vriska, but looked like an alien house to John. Someone came downstairs, waving to Vriska. She looked like Vriska, but had different hair and white glasses, and dressed much girlier than Vriska did. "Oh. I...never introduced you to my ancestor. She's kind of the equivalent of your human sisters. Aranea, this is John. John, this is Aranea," the troll nodded. John waved shyly at the older troll, smiling slightly. "Wanna go play some video games or something?" Vriska asked. "Or, we could watch a Nic Cage movie. God, Nic Cage is so hot," the alien girl swooned, her face flushing blue.
The two headed upstairs to Vriska's bedroom, sitting down on the floor in front of the TV. John noticed stacks of paper on his friend's desk, and a cup full of blue pens, but suspected nothing. She was in AP Writing, and blue was the only color she ever wrote in. That was what trolls did.
The two played video games for a while, before Vriska paused the game and stared at John. "There's something I have to say," she started, setting her controller down. "You know those letters? The ones that have been showing up in your locker? That was me. Those were mine. They were all me," she confessed. John's eyes widened, and he backed up slightly in shock. "What? Why? What the hell!" He recoiled sharply, as if Vriska had just hit him in the face. The troll smiled slightly, a cerulean blush dusting her cheeks. "I don't know. I just didn't wanna tell you, to be honest. Plus, it was pretty funny."
"What the fuck, Vriska?! Why didn't you just tell me to my face?" The human asked angrily.
Then he realized. Maybe this was his chance to finally get a girlfriend. Maybe this was his chance to figure out that he was totally normal; just a late bloomer. "If you would've just told me in person, I probably would've been a lot less hesitant about going out with you!" John said angrily.
"Wait, what? You wanna go out with me? Really?" She asked, her eyes widening. "I don't see why not," John shrugged. "We're already friends anyways. Regardless, the note thing was weird and creepy. Next time, just tell me," the brunette sighed. Vriska nodded.
Hell yes.
John, despite feeling a little creeped out about what Vriska had done, mostly felt happy. Now he had a girlfriend too, and his friends wouldn't think he was weird. Now was his chance to figure out that he actually did feel romantic attraction.
That was what he kept telling himself.