towerofanimus | i'm counting back the number of the steps

Characters: John Egbert, Dave Strider, and anyone else who wants in.
Setting: Cafeteria! Saturday the 20th.
Format: Whatever goes.
Summary: Boys, candy, boys in pink skirts. John needs to get out more.
Warnings: Language, teenage boys being jerks to each other.

John was actually starting to get used to and almost enjoy his costume. The pants were a little tight but the jacket was actually sort of cool. He didn't pull the look off terribly well with his coke-bottle glasses, but thankfully he hadn't lost those to the costume since he sort of needed them to see. He had fallen into the habit of always having a candy cigarette in his mouth, to complete the look. He felt like maybe being in character would help his chances of getting candy.

So far it wasn't, really, but he had a good enough haul as it stood.

Currently, he was sitting at a table with his candy all strewn across it, sorting it and counting the individual pieces. He frowned.

"Why is it always banana laffy taffy? Banana is gross."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Stop being a sourpuss. I like someone else anyways." That...he didn't mean to say that to John.

"Maybe I'd be a sweet puss if you'd let me eat candy," John grumbled, and then paused. "What, seriously?"

"That was really lame, I hope you realize." Dave doesn't say anything for a long time. "It's not a big deal." Uh oh.

"Yep," he chirped, and then stood up to get as in Dave's face as he could, frowning. "Uh, yes it is!! This is the kind of shit you tell your best bro! Why don't I know her? Why is this the first I'm hearing of her???" He paused again. "Or him, I guess! I don't know your life or your preferences, dude."

Dave calmly tries to lean back and away from John. As casually as possible. Good thing for shades.

"I don't know. Because you haven't met her? It's not like I told her I like her or anything." Dave scoffs. "Thanks for being open minded at me potentially wanting the d, but it's a girl. I don't know. Liking someone here sounds mostly like it'll just end terribly. I don't know if she's just going to up and disappear from the tower one day, although I think she's been here longer than I have to be honest." Dave is being all vague and avoiding actually talking about her. Dave doesn't know how to handle his crush apparently.

"Oh my God," John breathed, mouth hanging open briefly. "Oh my God! You're so totally crushing on some girl!" He punched Dave in the shoulder. "You asshole, who is she?? I have to approve, you know, I'm the best friend which is basically your dad without sexing up your mom so she could pop you out of her crotch!! I'm gonna be the best man when you two get married, I totally have to know what you're getting yourself into!"

Dave is starting to slowly turn bright red. Just over so slowly. Leave it to John to make this situation as embarrassing as possible, holy shit. "Shut up, John." Oh my god, he just wants to die so much right now. "It's probably some shitty high school crush bullshit that I'll get over in like a week. No wedding bells and embarrassing slideshows of us growing up, sorry to say. You're making this such a big deal." Except Dave has been hardcore crushing on her for awhile now.

"Does this look like the face of a kid that gives any kind of a shit, you're crushing and you didn't tell me!!" He fisted his hand around the fabric of Dave's sleeve and shook him a little with it. "I have to know who she is, I'm not even kidding here, dude. Even if you get over it. This is totally a thing!"

"Maybe I just don't want to talk about it." John. You mistaken him for someone who's upfront about his feelings. He's too scared to even really hold hands with her, which can be even basic friendship activity. "Fine, holy shit. Her name is Naminé, not that probably even means anything to you at the moment. Get off my dick. Christ."

He recoiled immediately and clapped his hands together, grinning. He hadn't paid Dave's mention of not wanting to talk about it a lick of mind. "Naminé, eh? Exotic but not Anne Rice. I like the sound of her. What's she like??"

You are the worst kind of friend. "Why don't you find out yourself? Are you expecting me to talk about her suddenly? Just because I'm in a poodle skirt doesn't suddenly mean I'm gonna start gossiping like the most lovesick girl who couldn't keep it to her diary." Try harder.

"Wow, you're the one that's crushing, bro." John rolled his eyes and pushed at Dave's shoulder.

"She's nice." Wow. That was so descriptive, Dave. But at least it's a start.

Another roll of his eyes and John transformed into Dave's grandmother's ugly curtains, draping himself all about the other boy's shoulders.

"Nice," he echoed. "That tells me so much! What does she look like? Tall, short, dark hair, light hair, eyes that shine like diamonds, big butt, a rack to put Queen Latifah to shame?" He was going to keep asking these things until you said something, Dave.

Get off of himmmmm. Dave squirms a bit and even whines.

"What, no. We're talking about someone around our age, holy shit. She's got blonde hair. She walks around in a white dress and sandals," oh god, he's going to start rambling. "I mean, I don't stare at her chest and I never thought of glancing at her but-and don't give me a look, it's not something that was on my mind, fuck you. She's fucking cute so I didn't really think passed that, and she has the prettiest eye-nope I'm done." Get off him so he can lie on the ground in shame. Oh god.

He let Dave ramble and a huge smile split across his face. He shifted his arms to around Dave's middle and laughed, rocking him back and forth.

"Wow, dude, you are so into her! Blonde hair, white dress and sandals, prettiest eyes?? You're like girly-manga gushing here, bro. I gotta meet this girl."

Dave tries to shove John off him. He is basically redder than the clothes off his back, and he's pretty sure he's going to die from embarrassment at this rate. If he technically hasn't already.

"Shut up, John! It's not like I can tell her." He can't. It was supposed to be some schoolyard crush he'd get over it. "You don't gotta do anything but shut your fucking mouth."

"Oh my God chill out, you're allowed to crush on a girl and I'm allowed to taunt you for it. It's like best friend rubric or something."

Dave sticks his tongue out at John. He's such a terrible shade of red, fuck you. "It doesn't matter because one, she's never gonna know. Two, I'm gonna get over it."

i'm counting back the number of the steps

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject