I've just finished yet another critical essay. Fun. Now I have to do another one.
I recently have been back on instagram. haha I haven't been on it in 15 weeks.
Well anyway here is the chapter update :D
I had to edit this because I was out running ( yes I'm a fit person. not ) when I was thinking about the story and I realised tat I said Jake wasn't a model but I had mentioned that he WAS INFACT A MODEL in the last chapter. oops XP
I'm on my way too meet my half brother Jake. I walk into the park-the place we arranged to meet- and I spot him sitting on a bench near the small river that runs through the town. He's jades biological brother and my biological cousin but we became brothers the same way me and Jade became siblings. Jakes hair is much like my own, it sticks up in random places but he makes an effort to style it slightly. I asked him to meet me because all the thoughts I've kept bottled up in the past week have taken its toll on me. I can hardly get to sleep and I've come late into work a couple of times. Roxy says she's worried about me because I'm not usually late or daydream a lot, I really don't want her to but what Dave said about cutting his eyes out and all his dark secrets he's keeping to himself has been bothering me. I seriously don't get the guy at times. I pull my blue hoodie closer to my frame. Not a good idea to wear a moderately thin, baggie jumper in the cold, John. My feet shuffle me closer to Jake.
"I'm surprised you got here earlier than me." I state. Jake jumps a little as I approached him from behind.
"Hello chap" He beams back to me.
"I will never understand how you and Jade grew up in the same conditions and somehow you ended up with an English accent."
"Neither will I" Jake lets out a small chuckle but then looks at me through his green-framed glasses with all seriousness. "You never ask me to meet you so what's wrong."
I sit down next to him, quite closely at that. I'm cold so I get as close to him as possible without things getting weird. I take an ink stained hand out my pocket and run it through my black hair.
"Em... It's about t-this guy... I know." I stutter, blue eyes looking to the right as I try to avoid staring at him. My tongue fiddles with my double lip piercings.
"And" Jake looks eager for me to tell him what wrong. I never tell him anything so he must know something is bad. It's not like I have anything bad or shocking to say, it's just that I want to get things off my chest and Jake doesn't know Dave or has anything to do with the striders.
"Well..." I struggle. I'm pretty sure I'm making this more awkward for both of us. "Em..."
"For heaven's sake, John, spit it out already" Jake slouches further down the bench throwing his hands out in front of him gesturing at nothing.
"Okay... There is this guy I know that has done some pretty fucked up shit in the past, like almost gouging his eyes out, I feel a strange connection with him and that I know him even though we met just over two weeks ago." My mouth runs a mile a minute and I'd be surprised if Jake heard any of that.
"Might I ask the name of this kid?" He actually heard that?
"What does it matter?" I shoot him a glare. Why did it bug me so much that Jake was asking for Dave's name? I don't know, I feel rather protective over the subject. How the fuck is a name even a subject?
"It's just-"He ruffles his hair slightly and shifts his green eyes to look at the sky clouded by trees. "Someone I know said something similar but they had known the guy for years."
"His name is Dave. Dave Strider" I tug the hem of my jumper over my knees that I has prompt on the edge of the bench. Turing towards Jake, I see his face flush a little. I flash him a grim, wiggling my eyebrows at him a little. His blush deepens and he shoves me lightly.
"Shut up! I just know his brother."
"Well enough to blush over him?" I flash him a genuine grin; to be honest I hated my genuine smiles because they were very 'cutesy' apparently to Jade. Suddenly a flash of white hazes my vision. My eyes adjust quite quickly and I realise that Jake had taken a picture of me.
"Dude! When the fuck did you get a camera? An expensive one too." Gawking like an idiot at his 'Nikon' professional snap-shot device isn't gong to help me. He smirks and opens his mouth to speak but decides against it. We sit in silence, watching the flower petals fall off the tress around us. This would make a very cliché movie scene right now, if I wasn't covered in tattoos and piercings. I slide my knees out from my oversized hoodie and rest my elbows on my knees, dangling my hands loosely.
"I'm seeing him." Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper. I turn to look at him. The emerald frames of his glasses are illuminated by the sun's rays. They dance over his hair, giving it a golden touch.
"Who?" I question looking forwards as he does. I find that one of my knees has reunited its self with my chest; my arms hug my leg closer.
"Dave's brother, Dirk. We're in a relationship."
I only hum in response. We sit for a while, enjoying each other's company on this rare occasion. I notice two girls walking towards us, their long hair flowing in the wind. I know Jake sees then too but we both pay them no mind. That is until one speaks to us.
"Are you two models?" Squeaked a blonde girl, a pink blush appearing as she bent over slightly to get to our level. Simultaneously we both answer no (even though Jake is one).
"Oh...um...sorry, I guess" Her face is bright red now. "It's just you look like one that on that blog... 'Prince of Hope'?" She nods then apologises, scampering away with her friend. Jake and I turn to each other with faces that say 'well that was weird'.
"Why did you lie to her?" I question.
"I-I'm not good with people..." Now that I think about it, he's never been. Must be the affect of living on a remote island.
"Once a looser, always a loser." Only one voice can be laced with such venom. Right enough, the one and only Vriska Serket has come into view. Jake visibly tenses and avoids eye contact with her. Vriska lets out a fake whine. "Aaaaaaaaw Page-" Page being the nickname she so kindly bestowed upon Jake. "-Too afraid to let me smell the loser on you?" She puts a hand on her hip. She has yellow claw-like nails, very fitting to her. I scoff and stand.
"No one wants to deal with you and your Shit attitude. So kindly fuck off Serket." I snarled and flip her off.
"Egbert, you know I like them feisty."
"Says the bitch who tried to stab me." I am so close to just slapping her. Normally I'm against hitting girls but she's the one exception. That's the thing though; no one has the guts to because if they did she would surely try to kill them like she has done to Tavros. I don't even know why I dated her.
"I was hoping we could have a second chance~" She says pouting. God she makes me sick.
"No way in hell." I glare at her. If looks could kill she would probably be dead ten times over with how much my stare is trying to drill into her. She swiftly slithers closer to me, grabbing the back of my neck and forcing her lips upon mine. I can feel her oily cobalt lipstick smear across my face. As much as I struggle to pull away from her she has me in an awkward angle so there is no mean of escape. Shit is that Dave? Probably not. God , what if he found out about this and took it the wrong way?
I am aware that I make these characters ask too many questions but unfortunately, no fucks are given from me XD
To make things clear, cuz I made thus confusing a fuck:
John is gay, he had all the bitches in the past cuz hes a pim-ass-hoe ( Jk JK )
I made it so that he wants to appear straight as he 'is not a homosexual' when he is full on homo.
Just to clarify :3
Omg what will happen in the next chapter?! (/030)/