Your name is Dave Strider and thank god school is over. You have an ass load of homework and your bro is in the yard. What the fuck is he doing? Gardening? Fuckin nerd. You walk towards the door and before you open it, you look back at your bro.
"Sup. School sucked." He just nods and plants another pansy in the dirt. You catch a glimpse of that Egbert kid walking down the street. You're still pissed that you have to spend an hour with him everyday. His dark messy hair and vibrant blue eyes annoyed (but attracted) you. He turns and looks at you. He stops and waves a little, awkwardly. At least he's polite. You jerk your head up slightly in greeting and walk into your house. You grab a bag of Doritos and head to your room. You sits down in your desk chair and roll to your computer. You just got a message from EB.
ectobiologist started pestering turntechGodhead at 4:02pm
EB: hey TG!
TG: sup
EB: made sort of a frienemy today
TG: same
EB: really? Cool!
TG: what's yours like?
EB: he's my neighbor and now my lab partner. He's kind of this weird hipster guy who wears sunglasses all the time. Even indoors! They kinda look like the ones I have you a few years ago. Weird, right?
You stop and stare at the screen. There is a huge possibility that he's talking about you? Dafuq are you supposed to say? "Oh hey that's me har de har har" Just play it cool. Don't tell him. You have to be 100% sure before you ask.
TG: that is weird man.
EB: I wish we could meet in person. I've always wondered what you look like.
TG: what do you /think/ I look like?
EB: uhh, ginger. Green eyes, loads of freckles, and those ironic shades I gave you.
TG: dude I have a soul
EB: so you are ginger
TG: no.
EB: then what do you look like?
TG: don't go creepy pedophile on me now, man. We've known each other forever.
EB: I'm just curious! Why don't you guess what I look like
TG: brunette, blue eyes, glasses...I know you wear glasses,
EB: wow! That's actually really close!
TG: really?
EB: yeah!
TG: I guess we could arrange to meet somewhere over the summer.
EB: what if we met at the beach or something? We could convince your bro and my dad to go at the same time, and then we'd finally get to know each other in person!
TG: sounds good. Except, I don't do too good in the sun. I'm albino.
EB: you are?! How come I never knew?
TG: I don't know. Never came up I guess.
EB: oh well.
TG: well, I have a fuck load of homework to do, so I'll talk to you later
EB: alright. Bye!
TG: see you tomorrow Egbert
turntechGodhead ceased pestering ecto biologist at 4:47pm
EB: wait, what?
ectobiologist has left the conversation
Your name is John Egbert and what. the. fuck. Your lifelong Internet friend just called you by your last name. When did you ever tell him and why hasn't he ever done it before? Maybe you told him on accident one night when it was really late. You sigh and flop into your bed.
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Your name is Dave Strider and you just majorly fucked up. You wanted to start dropping hints that Dave Strider is TG. But calling EB Egbert was a bad move. He's probably freaking out. What if he never talks to you again? The thought makes you shake your head and try to push it back. While you have nothing to do, might as well do your homework.
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Young Volcanoes || DaveJohn AU
Fanfictionectobiologist and turntechgodhead have been best bros for years. Little did they know that they were actually next door neighbors and enemies. Enjoy this short and fluffy fic that features an entire chapter dedicated to that one tumblr meme where ch...
