JOHN'S POV
After another long day at the Striders I walked back home before dark. Once I stepped inside without thinking I caught my Dad making out with a Harlequin shaped cake. I stared in horror as he turned his head towards me and looked back.
"You didn't see SHIT!", he yelled and sprinted up to his room with the cake. I stood there stunned and slowly walked up to my room. Checking my computer I have 1 pesterchum message from Karkat.
CG: HEY FUCKASS SO HARLEY TOLD ME NEXT WEDNESDAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY. SHE SAID IT WAS SORDA LIKE A WRIGGLING DAY. THAT YOU WOULD BE 9 SWEEPS OLD. IF MY INFORMATION IS CORRECT I WILL BE CELEBRATING WITH YOU, YOU BUCKTOOTHED HEADACHE.
I didn't even want to talk to him right now. When I read his messages its like he is yelling at me. I search in my bag and pull out the record. Hanging it on my wall next to my Little Monsters poster. I admire the artwork for a while. Eventually I get tired of wallowing around my room and ready myself for bed. Sleep is an amazing thing.
Sorry I can't think of anything. I have a bad sun burn and exams next week. Finally finishing Middle School. So I will definitely post again in June. Again SORRY FOR THE WAIT.
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Ghosts and Records
FanfictionThis is a JohnDave fanfiction. It a boyxboy. So if you don't like that then this is not the book for you. I do not own the characters. They belong to Andrew Hussie from the webcomic Homestuck. The plot though, completely from my strange brain. The c...
