It was the fourth of May, your favorite unofficial holiday. You dress up in your favorite Star Wars clothing, even with your yoda keychain Jade gave you so many years ago attached to your backpack, and any chance you got, you would say 'May the fourth be with you'. As soon as you woke up this morning you pestered that to Rose, despite you having said that to her each year the past 3 years, this being the fourth year running. You thought about sending it to TG, but strangely, since two Saturdays ago, TG hasn't been online. You weren't sure if you made him mad when you joked about you two dating or if he was busy or what. You tried asking Rose but she said she didn't know and that he'd probably be online soon. You found that odd since they lived together but you try your best to not worry about it. Besides, you still didn't really know each other that well.
You bound out of the last class of your day, which was Introduction to Basic Piano (an incredibly easy class that you aren't even sure why you're taking), and meet up with Jade by her locker at the end of the hall. "Hey Jade, how was class?"
She stuffs a couple books into her bag and she smiles, "We got to do a project where we made a political art piece about the destruction of forests." She looks up from her locker to you, adding, "You should really take this class with me John, it'd be so fuuuun."
You scrunch up your face and lean into the locker next to you. You aren't particularly fond of art in general, and you were already taking 3 A.P.'s and you figure adding an A.P. about environmental science would likely bring down your GPA, as interesting as the subject might be. "I don't think I could manage to take so many A.P.'s Jade," you say, and she simply shrugs.
Her mood quickly changes and she pushes you playfully, asking, "So what's up with that boy you met on the Dave Strider fansite-" You logically shove your hand over her mouth and put a finger to your lips, effectively silencing her, because you were pretty sure you were about to have a panic attack right there. After a moment you let go and she whines, "Whaaat, don't be ashamed!"
"I don't need everyone knowing I go on there!" You wail, slapping your hands to your head in frustration. Even if it was for trolling, no one could ever possibly know except for Jade and Karkat, and perhaps Rose if she somehow managed to find out. Knowing her sleuth-like ways you wouldn't be surprised if she didn't already know. Which frustrated you to no end.
Jade looks around, amusement clearly on her face, and says, "There's no one else in the hall, I think you're okay."
You put a hand to your heart, and close your eyes. You open your eyes again and meet Jade's slightly concerned stare and weakly laugh. "You got me scared for a second," you mutter, "I really thought I was about to die right there."
"So anything new on the front of this mysterious stranger? Has he swept you off your feet yet?" Jade asks, laughing as soon as she sees your face flush like a damn girl having a crush - which you are certainly not having and you hate the she is so heavily implying it.
"Stop making it seem like I have a crush on him, he's a he if you haven't noticed," you say, glaring pointedly at her, "and no, we haven't talked in a couple weeks." You think maybe you'd try messaging him tonight, because TG certainly was a mysterious, well not stranger, but acquaintance at least. For all you know he could really be a 40 year old pedophile living in his mothers basement, waiting to meet up with you. But then again, that didn't exactly make sense considering he was Rose's brother.
"True love doesn't discriminate my friend so don't give up!" Jade says, as if that was the most sage advice she's ever given.
You sigh, knowing Jade was being nonsensical at this point. You don't understand why she was always hinting that you're gay or something. First, about 6 months ago she thought you liked Karkat, which was a big, fat and resounding no! You can't like someone shorter than you first of all! Then a few months later she thought you liked a boy named Eridan from your class, which again, was an ever bigger no than before (and made no sense since he used to bully you in middle school). You weren't sure why she was being so persistent about this non-existent crush you have on a guy you barely met a couple weeks ago that you don't even know the name or face of.
You were pulled from your thoughts though when you hear a ringtone coming from your backpack and when you go fish it out, you see it's your dad. You pick it up and ask, "Hey dad, what's up?"
Your dad's distant voice sung into your ear, "Come meet me by the side gate, I have something I want to show you!"
You groan, a bad feeling welling up inside of you that this would either have to do with your dad's peculiar clown fixation or something within the confectionary orientation. Either way, it couldn't be good. "Okay dad, I'll be right there." You disconnect the call and put your phone into your back pocket and say, "Hey Jade I gotta go, my dad wants to show me something."
She made a face and says, "Good luck, don't die out there soldier."
You laugh and smile, appreciating how Jade could make any situation funnier, "Thanks I'll try not to!" You left and went down the hall and outside the building, cutting through the grass and into the student parking lot, where your dad was waiting for you in his silver Chevy Corolla. What a dad car, you think. You wonder for a moment how many dads have that specific car.
You open the door and hop into the passenger's seat, and shut the door behind you, looking expectantly at your dad, "What did you want to show me?"
Just as your dad starts pulling a cake out from the back seat that you're completely sure originated from the 7th circle of hell, you feel a buzz against your leg to save the day. After realizing it was a text and not a call, you realize you could not escape the monstrosity that was your father's nightmarish clown cake and you groan, not sure if your dad was doing this to torment you or if he just truly loves clowns, or some awful combination. "Dad, this is really weird," you say weakly, pulling out your phone partly to see who messaged you and to ignore the awful red and white mess next to you. Surprisingly, it was a text from TG you'd have to answer later.
"Son but I made it for you!" Your dad replies, quite cheerily, much to your dissatisfaction, because you think no one in their right mind could be happy about making an edible Pennywise-lookalike. But you had to remember this was your dad you were talking about.
"Just, put it back on the seat please," You mumble, starting to think up scenarios about how the cake could turn out to be Pennywise and start making blood coming out of your bathroom faucets. You shudder at the thought.
"Son," your dad starts, "I'll never know what cake to make you if you never tell me what kind you like." You don't have the heart to tell him you don't like any cake, and you haven't since you were at least ten, so you just shrug and apologize, and the both of you drive home in tense silence. Once you reach home, your dad tries to offer you the clown cake again but no matter how much pressure he puts on you, you say no and he sadly walks into the kitchen, presumably to destroy the cake and make something new. Ignoring your dad for the moment, trying to quell your guilt, you go upstairs and enter your room, immediately sinking onto your bed. Your bed was more dependable than a lot of things in your life, and you kind of just wanted to stay there, but you knew you had things to do.
So you get up and set your backpack aside, and change from your day clothes into your pajamas, knowing you aren't going out any more today. You then take your forgotten phone out of the pants you just changed out of from the floor, and check the message TG sent you when you were being bombarded by your dad's untimely cake, and you find there's a lot more missed messages than you anticipated.
-turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 15:30-
TG: 'sup
TG: sorry for the late reply
TG: oh what now you're too cool to respond?
TG: doesn't really apply though since i'm the coolest
TG: you can't be cooler than someone who's already the coolest
TG: cooler than ice or some shit
TG: wow just ignoring me like a prom date you knocked up?
TG: you're a real fuckin class act John
TG: just gonna leave me to raise this kid you impregnated me with all by myself
TG: next thing you know she's doing drugs in the streets because she didn't have a mother figure
TG: you being the mother figure obviously
EB: why would i ever be the mother figure considering im the one that knocked you up!
TG: now you decide to answer
TG: now that our daughter's grown up and doing drugs
TG: real fuckin great timing you have there
TG: I should sue you
EB: Considering i think both of us were born biologically male idk how one of us got pregnant
EB: Unless there's something you're not telling me?
EB: Also why have you been gone for two weeks that's so long!
TG: how the fuck should I know, go ask our daughter who's dealing drugs to strangers on street corners for food
TG: no dude I assure you I was born male and still am that
TG: and I was busy.
TG: aka none of your business
EB: how you do you not remember the pregnancy with our apparent teenage daughter?
EB: if i was the actual dad i promise i'd be there every step of the way!
EB: and wow ruuuuuude
TG: well thanks for that comfort egderp I could've used that when the baby was being cut out of my goddamn stomach
TG: damn calm down don't get your panties in a twist
EB: my panties are very much untwisted thank you very much!
TG: so does that mean you wear panties?
TG: never would've pegged you as that kinda guy
TG: okay I guess I'll tell you
TG: but I was...writing songs and kind of got distracted
EB: wouldn't you like to know. Hehe
EB: oh you write music?
EB: do you know how to play any instruments or is it like a singing type of thing?
TG: You probably have your name stitched into your underwear like a dork or something
TG: yeah I like to write music, and perform it sometimes
TG: um I like to sing I guess...and guitar comes pretty easy but I really love using my turntables, I can't really make a career out of that specifically though
EB: do not! although I admit I used to do that as a kid though :B
EB: oh seriously you perform? that's pretty cool!
EB: oh why can't you make a career out of that? Lots of people probably love turntables
EB: i only know how to play piano so i'm not as cool as you or anything hehe but i can do something at least
TG: i'm surprised, wouldn't peg you to ever be that much of a derp
TG: Eh, it gets kinda annoying after a while always having to perform
TG: i mean, if I was a dubstep artist then yeah but I'm already too far into what I do to really change genres, yknow, appealing to the crowd and all that
TG: hey give yourself some credit, piano's pretty cool in it's own way. What songs do you know?
EB: wow thanks what a gentlemen
EB: you make it sound like you're famous or something
EB: are you like secretly the actual dave strider or something?
EB: thatd be so funny if you were considering where i met you!
EB: um! I guess a lot of stuff mainly classical though like Tchaikovsky or Joplin
EB: modern can be fun too but it gets repetitive
TG: the fuck I ain't famous at all i'm probably less famous than you in all honesty
EB: hey rude!
TG: just the truth kid
EB: i'm only a few months younger than you at most TG...
TG: anyways let me finish my point
TG: I am nowhere near as cool or ironic as Dave Strider I'm telling you right now i'm not him
TG: before you get any bs in your head about it
TG: hey that's some pretty impressive shit i don't think I could ever play that, that takes skill
EB: yeah you seem too nice to be him!
EB: take that as a compliment hehe
EB: wow since when did you get so nice. This is kind of weird haha
TG: uh thanks I guess?
TG: and fuck off i've always been nice
TG: nicer than a teenager helping an old woman cross the street because she's blind and shit
TG: even though he just found out his girlfriend left him for a douche literally 15 seconds ago
TG: and the douche votes against gay marriage and eats puppies for breakfast
TG: because that's how much of a complete shit stain he is
TG: meanwhile the teenager helping the old lady rescues cats from trees and reads cancer children bedtime stories in his free time when he isn't fuckin helping the homeless
TG: because he's nice as fuck
EB: ...
TG: what? Blown away by my kindness or some shit?
EB: you're a dork TG i knew it all along!
TG: excuse me Egderp?
TG: Respect your motherfucking elders why don't you
EB: you're really not...that much older than me
EB: if we're both 17
EB: oh yeah and may the fourth be with you!
TG: did you just pull Star Wars on me goddamn i knew you were a nerd but not this much of one
TG: don't tell me you're dressed up in a bunch of Star Wars shit right now
TG: because I swear to jegus if you are then
EB: oh i guess you caught me!
EB: um yeah i doooont have a millenium falcon shirt on or anything hahaha
EB: or darth vader sunglasses!
EB: not that i can wear them anyways with my real glasses
TG: my god this is
TG: a whole new level of nerd
TG: peter jackson would jack the fuck off to whatever the hell you're wearing or saying
EB: that you even know who peter jackson is makes me question who the bigger nerd is :B
TG: Are you calling me a nerd Jonathan Egderp?
TG: Because if you are then you can rightly fuck off
EB: pfffff
EB: of course im not why would i ever suggest that
EB: :B
EB: *coughyou'reanerdcough*
TG: Only cuz my Bro made me watch those shitty long ass movies
TG: I didn't watch them willingly
TG: Besides at least I don't use the ':B' emoticon when i'm trying to be a smart ass
TG: like a certain derp here
EB: you have a brother too?
EB: jeez how many siblings do you have
EB: hey don't diss the awesomeness of the :B emoji!
TG: Yeah i have a bro, mlp smuppet loving asshole
TG: along with Lalonde but that's it
TG: guess there's Lalonde's older sis Roxy but she's in college or some shit
TG: and i will diss as much as it deserves to be dissed
EB: oh wow! You have more siblings than id expect
EB: i have one but she's at college already
EB: wait what
EB: what the hell is a smuppet?
So TG explains to you the world of smuppetry, and how his bro makes a living off of selling smuppets online, and how he's been traumatized by them since an incident when he was 13. You found yourself laughing, and asked what that could entail when he explained to you that it involved a lot of things phallic and he wondered how he didn't have flashbacks everytime he so much as looked at his throbbing man meat, to which you guffawed and called him gross for even coming up with a name like that.
So you told him how all your dad did was make a shit ton of cake (you thought shit ton was an accurate measurement) and had since you could recall, and you told him about the monstrosity of a clown cake he had put in front of you today, to which TG said that was the shit of nightmares, to which you vehemently agreed. You also told him of your friends, like Jade, Rose, and Karkat (despite him already knowing Rose), and how long you had known each of them. He told you about how he was friends with two girls named Terezi and Nepeta, Nepeta who he thought was likely a closet furry, which made you laugh again.
So the two of you talked about a range of things the rest of the night, mainly arguing a lot about movies and music, and you found yourself wondering how the guy you met on a shitty Dave Strider fansite who you initially thought was a total ass, turned out to be a pretty funny, even what you could say, a nice guy. You laughed at the bizarre notion that briefly, you had thought that this was Dave Strider, but then you decided this guy, whoever it was you were talking to, was too eccentric and genuinely interesting to be that asshole. You decided if you ever got to meet him then cool, but if not, you didn't feel too bothered, as for now, this was good enough.
A/N
Hey guys thank you so much for reading this and commenting/following the story, it makes my little gay heart quiver :'^) Love you all! Also what do you think of this chapter? Should I change anything, or fix any possible OOCness?