What.

The.

FUCK.

As soon as you close the door with a small little click coming from it, you bolt upstairs to your bathroom. You feel like you're about to puke so you sit in front of your toilet just incase you might. Your nerves are in a huge fucking mess and it feels like your stomach is doing 80 backflips a second. Why was this a thing? Why did Rose volunteer Dave—Dave FUCKING STRIDER—to escort you home. Does she not know about your fear of him? Of course she does she's ROSE LALONDE! So why did she volunteer him?!

After around 15 minutes of sitting in front of the toilet and not throwing up, you decided to go back down stairs and peak outside, just incase someone might be out there. You feel like an idiot for even thinking that anyone would be out there, so once you check and see that no one is in fact outside your house, you slam your head into the wall.

You look around at the empty house and sigh. You go to the kitchen and find a sticky note on the fridge.

'John,

I have to work overtime tonight so I won't be back until the morning. You may go to a friend's house and sleep over, or, you can have up to 6 people over and have 2 spend the night. Although you must ask them to be quite in the morning. Dinner is in the fridge so microwave when you're ready to eat it.

I am so proud of you.

-Dad'

You sigh and set the sticky note on an absurd part of the counter in an attempt to help remind you to throw it away. You lazily open the fridge and spot your dinner covered in tinfoil. You don't bother to open it seeing as you have no reason to. You grab an apple to snack on and exit the kitchen, completely forgetting about the sticky note. You sit on the plush couch in the living room and turn on the TV, not really paying attention as to what showing right at the moment. It's just something to pass the time, you assume. You don't really want to talk to your friends at the moment and just want to sit down and reevaluate your life choices. Thinking about your choices make you cringe and feel deep regret. God, why can't you hold a conversation with someone you don't know without it being awkward or tense. Do you just have that presence that just screams 'AKWARD'?

You sigh and fall to your side on the couch, not really caring if your glasses are prodding at your head uncomfortably. You turn on your back and look up at the ceiling, their words still ringing in your head.

How have you not killed yourself already?

Why don't you just kill yourself you fucking faggot?

You're just as confused as them, how have you not killed yourself yet. Why don't you just kill your-

You feel a dull buzz in your pocket and quickly fish out your phone to see what messages you've received. You see that Rose has been pestering the group chat and you feel an enormous amount of guilt crash onto you for your current thoughts. Of course you would never act on them because it would completely devastate everyone that you care for, and you're too much of a weenie to even attempt anything like that. Anyways, as much as you don't want to talk to anyone right now you check it out, mostly to help pull you away from your toxic thoughts.

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] opened memo on board FUCK YOU TEREZI STOP CHANGING THE GROUP NAME --

TT: Would anyone be interested in coming over later tonight to watch movies?

You groan and roll off the couch, hitting the carpeted floor, not really wanting to do anything right now. You suppose you should start getting ready and pick out some new movies to watch. You get up off the floor and walk upstairs, heading to your room.

carcinoGeneticist [CG] responded to memo.

CG: CAN I PICK WHICH MOVIES WE WATCH TONIGHT?
CG: BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HAVE TO WATCH ANOTHER SHITTY MOVIE WITH A SHIT LOAD OF COLORS AGAIN, I WILL LITERALLY GAUGE MY FUCKING EYES OUT.

You cringe as you read his text, remembering the blindly colorful film that Terezi picked out that one time. You don't even know why she comes to movie nights, she's basically blind.

You kneel in front of your movie case and groan. You really don't want to watch an absurd amount of romcoms again. You sigh and get up to reach for your bag, emptying all the school work that you had packed into it on your desk in the corner. You can hear your phone vibrate against your taut carpet floor and hurry over to see what some of your chums had to say.

gallowsCalibrator [GC] responded to memo.

GC: FUCK YOU K4RK4T >:[
CG: FUCK YOU, I'M NOT SITTING THOUGH ANOTHER COLOR SPLASH HELL.

grimAuxiliatrix [GA] responded to memo.

GA: Why Yes Rose That Would Be Lovely.
TT: Thank you Kanaya, for answering my question.

You smile at this. You always thought it was a little cute how Rose and Kanaya always acted like a couple, but were always too embarrassed or too flushed to ask the other one out. Seriously, one of them just needs to have a good pep talk before they ask the other one out on a date.

CG: HEY I TOLD YOU I WAS COMING.
CG: SO WHY ONLY THANK KANAYA?
GC: GOD K4RK4T SO N33DY
CG: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

gardenGnostic [GG] responded to memo.

GC: GOD 1F H3S GO1NG TO B3 TH3R3 TH3N COUNT M3 OUT
CG: FUCK YOU
GG: SHUT UP!!!!
GG: yes rose, i would love to come over and watch some movies :)

You chuckle at that while you select some movies and pack them into your bag(most of them involved Nicolas Cage at least once). It was always a tad bit funny how Terezi's and Karkat's fighting could cause Jade to turn into a complete mad man. Although you have to admit that it's pretty terrifying to see Jade like that.

TT: Thank you, Jade.
GC: 4CTU4LLY, 1 CH4NG3 MY M1ND
GC: 1LL B3 TH3R3 >:]

CG banned GC from responding to memo.

CG: I'LL BRING GOOD MOVIES THAT WE CAN WATCH.
GG: nobody wants to watch 13 going on 30 again, karkat
CG: FUCK YOU THAT'S A GOOD MOVIE AND YOU KNOW IT.

GG banned CG from responding to memo.

Thank you, Jade.

GA: What About John?

You feel your heart jump out of your chest. You forgot that you didn't respond to the memo and actually feel a bit bad for just lurking.

ectoBiologist [EB] responded to memo.

EB: sure.

You hope they take that as a good enough answer and don't suspect anything, especially Rose.

TT: John, you can go ahead and just come over since your dad isn't home.

What..?

How did she know that..?

Karkat manages to respond before you can type out your question.

CG unbanned CG from responding to memo.

CG: WHAT? WHY DOES HE GET TO SHOW UP EARLY?

GC unbanned GC from responding to memo.

GC: M4YB3 1TS B3C4US3 SH3 L1K3S H1M MOR3 TH4N YOU >:]
TT: I have to talk with John about some personal matters.

You freeze.

Is she talking about what happened earlier? Because if she is then you really don't want to show up early. But then again, she may be referring to something that's bugging her, like the reason why she was acting off this morning or why Roxy acted a tad bit strange whenever you and Dave talked to her earlier.

The chat falls silent for the first time today and you feel extremely anxious, as if they were all expecting you to say something.

GG banned CG from responding to memo.

GC: H4H!

GG banned GC from responding to memo.

You let out a shaky sigh as you zip up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and standing.

EB: i'm on my way.

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"John's coming over." You hear Rose say across the room, aimlessly texting on her phone. She's curled up in one of plush recliners and sitting on one of Roxy's fluffy, pink pillows, just for the reason being that she was too lazy to move it aside.

"Really?" You hear Roxy squeal from the kitchen, you can hear a loud clank of pots and pans shortly after. You lean back on the couch far enough to peer into the kitchen and see that she's hanging up some of the pots and pans on the little hanger that rests above the marble island. You give Roxy an unseen smirk and go back to lounging on the couch comfortably while aimlessly surfing the web on your phone.

The house falls silent for a moment, as if you're supposed to be expecting something, and you look up from your phone to see that Rose is starting at you.

"What?" You ask nonchalantly. She already told you that she was inviting all of her friends over for movie night and you already told her that you were okay with it.

"Are you okay with that?" She ask. You can see the concern in her eyes and feel a little bad for worrying her all the time. She's done so much for you and the least you can do is give her some time with her friends. You're not even annoyed that she keeps double checking, you know she just doesn't want to mess up and even if she did, you'd forgive her.

"Yeah," You say, nodding as you do so, "What, do you want me to be some damsel in distress and lock myself up in my room?" You tease, giving Rose a visual smirk as you do so. She gives you a chuckle in return, hiding her mouth with her hand to stifle some of the laughter.

"Oh why of course," She said, uncovering her mouth and reaching for the pillow that's trapped beneath her. "Wouldn't want you scaring my friend again."

At that she throws the pillow at you and you watch as it falls too short and hits your shin. You instantly react to this and fall on the floor, grabbing your shin and howling in pain. You shout incoherent slurs and direct them towards Rose, who is now bending down to retrieve the rectangular pillow will wide grin on her face.

"Rose how could you-" There's a knock on the door that rudely interrupts your wailing. You click your pierced tongue and make a move to get up and answering the door, but a pink blur comes and collides into your face, making your head rock back a little due to the unexpected force. You decide to just lay back down and put the pillow on your face, limbs outstretched and taking up space.

"I'll get it." Rose says, nudging your motionless body with her foot as she steps over you. You decide to get her back and grab at her leg, pulling it back quick enough to make her loose her balance. You hear a thud shortly after along with a small 'oof'. You hear footsteps quickly pad over to you and in an instant the pillow resting on you face is gone. You see Roxy standing above you while holding the pillow, turning to face Rose. Rose just made it far enough to where she was sitting on her knee—one leg folded to her chest as if she was just about to get up—before Roxy came and hit her in the back of the head with the pillow. You see Lalonde's blonde locks fly out far enough to where you can see them during the moment of impact. Roxy turns back to you and hits you square in the face with the pillow, unintentionally making your glasses press uncomfortably into your face. She leaves the pillow there as she walks off in those ridiculous cat slippers.

"Behave." Is all she says in a firm, but sweet, voice before she opens the door. You hear her take a sharp inhale before she squeals in a high voice.

"John!"

Oh.

Well.

Shit.

You thought her friends were supposed to come over later in the evening, not now. Is that why Rose told you that he was coming over?

"Hi Roxy." You hear John say in a muffled voice. He's probably getting smothered in another one of Roxy's bear hugs right now. You don't move. There's really no reason for you to anyway, so you lay on the floor, sprawled out and taking up as much room as possible.

"Hey John, did you bring any movies?" Rose asks. You can hear her shuffle and assume that she's getting up and closing the door due to the little click.

"Yeah I did!" John says in an excited tone. There's a beat of silence before he speaks again. "Uh, who's that?"

There's more shuffling. Rose, for some reason, remains quiet and doesn't really say anything, maybe it's because she was forming a sentence and was just about to speak. The sound of a bag being set down on the floor is close and before you can react John speaks again.

"Is this Karkat?" Wow, really? You're a little hurt. How could he think that you were that tiny angry dude? Isn't he friends with him? Shouldn't he know what his friend's body looks like? Okay, that sounded a little perverted and you swear that's not what you meant. You meant that in a 100% platonic, no homo, way.

You hear Roxy stifle a laugh as you slowly pull your limbs back to your body.

"What?" John asks, sounding genuinely confused.

"Nothing," Roxy says. You can hear it in her voice that she's holding back her laughter. "Check to see if he's ticklish."

At that you sit straight up, propelling the pillow off your face and making it land on your knees. Your glasses also slip off your face a bit and you instantly close your eyes, adjusting your shades back onto your face before you open them and turn to look at John.

"No John," You say, glancing back to see Rose, with her head in her hands, and Roxy, who's leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, standing in between the front door and the door way to the kitchen. "Don't do that."

John's gaping but not in a good way. His face is pale and he looks like he just saw a ghost. You feel a twinge of guilt for always frightening this guy but there's nothing you can do(that you can think of) to make him not scared shitless of you. You hear Roxy whine in the background.

"John," She whines, uncrossing her arms and slouching forwards, "You should've done it."

You look at him and just shake your head.

"Uh.. well.." John murmurs, scooting back. He doesn't finish whatever he was about to say and just gets up and stands besides Rose, trying to hide behind her.

You hear Roxy groan and see her push herself off the wall, trying her best to hide a devilish grin.

"Well, I guess if you want something done," She says, shrugging as she takes slow steps towards you. You know exactly where she's going with this and get up before she can come and pounce on you. "You just gotta do it yourself!"

You hear her run after you and you quickly steal a glance to see that she's right on your tail. You take a sharp turn into a room that connected to the living room, knocking down a stray chair in an attempt to slow her down. You can hear her giggle and almost shit yourself at how close it sounds. You dart into the dining room, jumping over the cleared wooden table as you do so.

"Not fair!" Roxy shouts to you, running around the table and chasing you into the kitchen where she slips and falls on her butt due to the slick bottoms of her slippers. You look at her through the doorway and shoot her a grin. You notice that John and Rose aren't in the living room anymore whenever you run up stairs and conclude that they're probably upstairs playing with wizards or something. As you jog to your room, you see Lalonde's bedroom door cracked open and decide to just bother them whether John likes it or not. You notice murmurs coming from her room but just continue your quest until you hear something that you probably shouldn't have and stop dead in your tracks, inches away from entering her room.

"...because he didn't want me to tell anyone." You hear Rose say. You feel a pit in your stomach as you realize that you're to main topic of their conversation. By what you just heard, you can assume that John just asked why you're here—or some shit along the lines—and is probably freaking out about it. You internally sigh, it's not like you purposely meant to make John intimidated by you. You're just too damn cool.

There's a long silence and you can basically feel the tense vibes flooding out of the door. (You cringe a little at the realization that you just used the word 'vibe', you've been hanging out with Gamzee too much.) A part of you feels as if they can see you or feel your presence and you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't jump with fear at that thought. You hear a light sigh coming from the room.

".. Do you really not like him that much?" Rose says, disappointment dripping from her words. You remain unfazed by this, not really caring as to what her friends think of you. Even though you feel your heart sink in your chest a bit, you remind yourself that it's for Rose. You know she wanted you to be with her friends and stay with her, but if her friends aren't fond of you then that'd be a nearly impossible task to accomplish. You can't say that you blame him though, you never talk to anyone and choose to ignore everybody while you're at school. It's only normal for some dude to think of you as a stuck up dick.

"No, Rose.." John says, voice sounding soft at the sudden upset Lalonde. "You know that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" She asks immediately after he finishes that sentence.

"He.. he's just.." You hear John get lost on his words and fumbles on them for a bit before he finally forms a complete sentence. "He's on a whole other level Rose. Everyone else—including you and all of our friends—are here"—you assume he's doing little hand motions at this analogy—"while he's all the way up here. Do you know where I'm at, Rose?" He asks, not really expecting a reply.

"John you're being ridic-"

"I'm all the way on the bottom." He says cutting off Rose. "I'm the... the nerd, that's stuck being everyone's punching bag. I'm the lonely kid that barely has any classes with my friends because the school fucked up my schedule and won't let me change it. I'm an easy target that nearly everyone goes after-and it's not even October yet! We're barely three months into the school year and I already want to just give up on public schools."

"John-"

"Everyone else in our school probably hates me, or just doesn't care about my existence besides you guys. You guys literally have to act as bodyguards sometimes whenever it gets too bad and I feel awful for that! I feel horrible for making Jade late to her classes so many times just because I'm too scared to walk to English by myself. I feel horrible that Kanaya and Karkat basically have to fight off people from harassing me. I feel horrible that Terezi—who doesn't even like me that much, need I remind you—uses her disability as an excuse for hitting people with her cane that have picked on me. I feel horrible that I bother you all the time with my stupid problems!"

"John-"

"All of you are way out of my league, especially Dave!"

"John-"

"How are you still friends with me? I'm so needy and helpless, how do you guys not hate me already-"

The sound of a smack cuts him off and it takes you a moment to realize that Rose just smacked him. Rose just smacked her best friend that's having a mental break down over you and the school. The sound that emitted from the smack wasn't loud or sharp, it was just merely low and similar to a thud. You assume that she might've hit him in the leg or shoulder, something harmless that would be efficient enough to grab his attention and not cause any harm to him whatsoever. You shouldn't be here, listening in on their conversation. You would've left a long time ago—when he asked Rose where he was at on the scale—but your legs are frozen in place and won't allow you to move. You're forced to listen in on this private conversation because your body is being a dick and you feel extremely guilty for doing so. You glance behind you to see if Roxy is there at the bottom of the staircase watching you, thankfully she isn't.

"John, I'm sorry for hitting you but please listen to me.." You don't pay attention to the rest, you're too concentrated on finding a way out of this shit and away from his situation but it has now been proven to be easier said than done. It's not like you're worried about being seen, you can just flash step to the other side, besides, they're probably too involved in their conversation to notice. No, what you're worried about is that you may step on a weak board and have that hidden board scream out. Although if you admit, you've never really heard any creaking noise from the floor(maybe because you weren't paying attention) but you can never be too careful.

"John.. we all love you so much.." Rose mumbles and you can hear a sniffle in her voice. Okay you really need to leave, you can't stay here and listen to this, you'd feel like a slimy snake if you did and you already feel like a complete dick wad for listening in this far. Fuck it just make a run for it.

You flash step across the cracked door—stealing a glance and spot Rose and John on the floor hugging and, probably, crying—and are lucky enough to land on a floorboard without it squeaking underneath you. You continue to lightly run on the balls of your feet until you make it to your room, closing the door lightly allowing a small click to come from it. You let out a shaky sigh and lean back against your door, allowing your head to fall back as you close your eyes. Your heart is pounding and you're breathing heavily, it's not as if you're so out of shape that you got out of breath from just skipping from one door to the other. No, you've just been holding your breath the whole time since you moved and haven't inhaled air since. You stand there against your door for a moment, thinking about all the stressful shit that's happening in the room down the hall right now and decide to bust into the room later as a last ditch effort to release the tension if the conversation doesn't lighten up.

You sigh and push yourself off your door, stepping around the wires that littered your floor as you make your way to you closet. You swing the door open and peer into the dark, cramped, dusty closet before taking out an even dustier cardboard box filled with junk that you haven't bothered to unpack. Surely there's something in here that you can use to give to John or Rose in an attempt to make them feel better. Don't you have a bad ghost busters toy from some fast food restaurant? You should find that and give it to John because John likes the ghost busters... right? You sit down cross legged and peel open the cardboard flaps that you folded together and get hit in the face with dust, making you cough and almost making you hack up a lung. You dig around in the box, careful not to accidentally cut your fingers on the sharp edges of the stray shurikens that hide in the box. A tsunami of nostalgia crashes onto you at the cold metallic feel of the shurikens that you and bro would dick around with. After digging around for a moment and removing most of the sharp shurikens from the box, you feel something plush hidden under some shitty drawings that you drew and decide to give that plush object a good squeeze before you pull it out to see what you just grabbed. Before you pull the thing all the way out of the box, you see a bright red emerge with your hand and you freeze, already knowing what you grabbed. You're not sure if you should take it out and look at the damned thing or just burry it back under your awful drawings. You let out a shaky breath and consider the following.

'Maybe this will make them feel better'

You think, pulling that plump plush ass out of the frail box, dragging some shurikens, papers, and wires out as you do so. You hold the blindingly bright red plush in both of your hands, resting them on your folded calves as you do so. You look at the smuppet and think back to all the times where Bro would terrorize you with these things once he thought that you had enough torture from Lil' Cal. He hid these things everywhere as if they were Easter eggs and you were about to go to the best fucking Easter egg hunt ever. He would hide these little bastards in new places every time, making you skeptical of everything you touched in that tiny appartement, especially when you were in the kitchen. You sigh and give a half assed smile to that thing, not really caring if you're acting like an idiot right now. You just stare at the fucking plushie and think back to your life in Texas. Your strife sessions. Your room. Your katana. Your shitty rap battles. Your... brother...

You're frowning at the plush now, lips in a thin line as your brows are furrowed, twitching here and there. You feel tears prick up in your eyes and quickly scoff at yourself. You shouldn't be sad about a fucking puppet, you think.

You're too invested into burning fucking holes in this god forsaken puppet that you don't even hear your door open.

"Dave..?" You hear Rose call out in a soft voice. It takes your brain some time to register the fact that you're being spoken to and literally have to drag your eyes away from the smuppet to look at her. John is right behind her, using his height to his advantage to hide behind her. You see that both of their eyes are a little puffy and red and see that their hair is slightly mused. Rose is looking at you with a deeply worried face and John is too scared to even look at you or anywhere in your room, so he just stares at the floor or at the back of Rose's head.

"Are you okay?" She asks, voice dripping with concern. You know she knows what you're holding. You know she knows that that smuppet belongs to your Bro. You know this because she and Roxy were the ones that helped you organize Bro's room whenever you had to unpack. She thought that every smuppet was scattered around in that room, each in different hiding places, but she was incorrect. She didn't know that you packed one in your box just for the sake of having it, and you didn't know either.

It takes you a moment to respond, or well, to compose yourself before you respond. You simply throw your head back and let out one single 'Hah' before you throw the puppet at her legs.

"God damn Lalonde you worry to much." You moan leaning back on your hands and letting your head loll back. You hear a small 'I see' in a tone that's not snarky and take that as your queue to lighten the mood.

"But hey, look what else I found." You say, lighting up at your words. You reach forward and snatch a  shuriken quickly, not wanting them to see what you grabbed—although they already know due to them being littered on the floor—and adjust it in your grip before throwing it in their direction, making it stick in the wall besides the door. It was a safe distance away from them at least but it still managed to make John disappear into the hallway with a startled gasp. Rose, however, remains unfazed and just looks at the metal star before adjusting her clod gaze onto you.

"How are you going to cover that one up?" She asks, nodding to the deeply embedded shuriken. You shrug.

"I'll just cover it up with a poster." You answer nonchalantly, grabbing the box and continue to dig through it as if it's so interesting.

"You don't have anymore posters to help you hide the holes in your wall." She says. You shoot around at this and give her this look that reads as a sassy 'Oh really' and point to the amazing squarewave and sawtooth poster that hangs above your bed. She doesn't look impressed and just walks over to the poster, revealing John hiding in the doorway. She takes a corner of the poster and peels it up, revealing a deep gash in the wall that you made whenever you were practicing with your katana. You purse your lips and point at another one of your posters, feeling a little nervous as you do so due to the fact that you only have three posters hanging up in your room and another one of the three is already covering up a giant hole in the wall that you accidentally made whenever you tried to show Rose a sweet flip.

You see her walk towards the poster and do the same thing that she did to the first one, peeling the corner up, revealing a small, clean cut hole that's accompanied by a much bigger dent right besides it. You were practicing with you katana—again—and accidentally stabbed your wall and fell into it. You should really clean up these damned wires. You mutter a feared 'shit' before you scramble to the shuriken, pulling it out. You don't know where to place it and decide that tossing it is out of the question unless you wanna make a new hole. You look over to John.

"Hold this." You say thrusting the star into his direction while being careful enough to not cut him. A face of shock quickly flashes onto his face as he takes the shuriken in his hands, not processing what he just did.

You murmur a quick 'thanks' before you go back to your dusty box and kneel down, searching for some ironic drawing that you could hang up to hide it. You're digging frantically around in the box with a few murmurs here and there from John and Rose, talking about how you're the greatest enemy to all walls across the world, and see her walk to him out of the corner of your eye. You lift up a piece of paper that has a small comic of Sweet Bro &a Hella Jeff on it and find something even better hidden underneath it. You pull out the old instant camera and check to see if there's any film left in it, you sigh with relief when you find out that you still have a decent amount of film in it.

"John come here." You say, grabbing the camera and getting up to walk to him. You take a few steps towards him and grab one of his shoulders, angling him into a good spot where the dim, natural light that creeps through the wide gap in your dark curtains, hits him just right. He looks extremely confused with anxious eyes as he holds both of his hands up to his chest with his palms facing the ceiling, the razor sharp shuriken resting in his palms.

"Okay, smile." You say, not really giving him enough time to process what you just said before you bring the camera up and snap a quick picture. The flash goes off and makes him and Rose blink profusely.

"Guy~ what are you all doing upstairs?" Roxy shouts from the stair case and you can hear the carpeted steps thud as she climbs up them. You instantly panic and shove the camera into Rose's hands, keeping the new printed picture and take the shuriken out of John's hands. You place the shuriken in your mouth, keeping your lips drawn away from it, before you grab both of John's shoulders—holding the picture in between your index and middle finger—and guide him backwards to stand in front of the thin hole. Unfortunately he's a tad too short and can't cover the hole all the way so you panic yet again and ruffle his soft hair, in a blinding flurry trying to guide it to go in front of the hole. His hair is soft, like r e a l l y  soft. You run your hands more slowly through his hair and murmur a little hushed 'Holy shit' that doesn't come out too well due to that shuriken in your mouth. You steal a glance at John and see him red faced, staring at your chest with his arms tightly to his sides. The sight makes your grip on the photo loosen and causes it to fall behind John, landing in his hood.

"Shit, hold still." You murmur, sliding your hands down to the back of his neck, making him shrug a bit. You dig around in his hood to find the picture and end up accidentally tickling his neck. You murmur a quite 'sorry' before you-

"Are you guys in Dave's room?" Roxy asks, creeping around the doorway, pushing the door open a bit, and peering into the room, freezing once her abnormal pink eyes land on you two. You turn your natural poker face to her and see the complete shock on her face. Now, you know what she's thinking, 'Holy shit Dave is macking on my small bean son what the hecks' and you completely understand why. It's not everyday that you see an average bro basically pining another bro to the wall, and it's not everyday that you see no one opposing to anything. You realize that you still have that shuriken in your mouth and basically burry your head in John's neck so your hidden hand can snatch it out. You would've used your right arm but that arm is currently holding your weigh against the wall so you don't fall on John. You're leaning forward in an uncomfortable way and you fear that it's too late to change it.

"It's not what it looks like." You say, hoping to clarify any assumptions that might've popped into Roxy's head. You glance at Rose and see her slam her face into her cupped hands and allows herself to remain like that. You look back at Roxy and see her face constrict into utter horror.

"I said it's not what it looks like!" You shout and glance over to John and see his entire face turn into one solid color of red as his eyes scream out for help to anyone who would have that mercy on him.

"Then what does it look like?" Roxy asks, folding her arms over her chest and trying her best to look like a stern parent. You open your mouth to explain to Roxy what exactly had happen, but then realize that she'd kill you if she found out about that hole in the wall.

"Scratch that," You say, letting your legs walk up to the rest of your body. Your body gets too close for comfort once your legs are reunited with your body, and you can feel John tense underneath you. You whisper a quick inaudible 'sorry' into his pink ear before you bring your knee up to the wall and lean it against the wall near John's thigh, trapping him in this human cage even more.  Your upper body is already fine enough as it is and feel no need to push it even farther. "It's exactly what it looks like."

Roxy's eyes widen as she turns over to Rose.

"Don't let them do anything stupid." Is all Roxy says before she steps out into the hallway and slowly closes Dave's door.

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A/N: yoooo it's finished. I was gonna post this yesterday but I didn't bc I literally just finished it right now at this very moment. That's all I gotta say, thx for reading ily.