No Homo

Chapter 3

Dave's POV

After the dismissal bell chimed, I waited by the front steps of the school for John. I scrolled through messages that my friend from Texas had left me. Terezi had been asking me how the new state and school was. I replied, telling her that it was cool. By then, I had a happy looking John standing in front of me. Was he never not happy ? Every time I see him he's smiling.

"Sup," I greeted.

"Hi Dave ! Okay so I came up with a few things that could make good topics for the project ! I was thinking maybe the theory of time travel or cloning. What do you think ? Do you like either of those ?"

"Time travel sounds pretty cool, man."

"I know right ! Wouldn't it be so awesome to be able to visit other times ? You could, like, go back in time and relive history, or you could go to the future and see how things will be years from now ! What if future people find out how to make holograms and stuff like that ? That would be so awesome !"

"Yeah. Definitely cool." John rambled about time travel until we got to my house. I unlocked the door, finding Bro sitting on the couch, playing video games.

"Hey Bro, I'm going to be working on a year long project. This is my partner, John."

"Hi sir, it's nice to meet you !" John greets in that overly happy way of his.

"Year long project ?" Bro questions.

"Yeah. It's some weird thing the school does," I explained.

"This is the first year they're making us work with partners, but basically, you can research any school appropriate topic and then turn in your research the week before finals. It's actually really fun ! We're going to research time travel !" The little derp's so happy about this, it's kinda funny.

"Sounds cool," Bro replied , then went back to playing his video game. John followed me to my room, and I started up my computer. Most people would probably apologize for the 'mess', but what does one expect from a person who's in the middle of unpacking boxes and shit ? So instead, I said nothing. I brought my laptop to my bed, since that's the only seating I have in my room, and pulled up Google.

"Okay, where do I start ?"

"Here." He took the laptop from me and first just searched 'time travel'. That's it ? Just 'time travel'? Wow that's genius. He pulled up an article from a science-y looking website and started flipping through tabs, finding one he likes. He started reading things out loud that he felt were important.

"How does that information sound ?"

"Really fucking science-y and shit."

He chuckled. "Okay, well time travel is quite 'science-y'."

"I still don't get what we do with this information. Do we just write a long-ass essay full of meaningless shit ?"

"No. There's more to it. That's why they give us the whole year to get it done. Most of the essay has to include information, but you also have to make it more understandable to someone who has never heard about of any of it before. You have to include your own analysis, which is sometimes pretty difficult."

I let out a groan. "Seriously ?"

"Yeah, but it's more enjoyable than it sounds, and the earlier we start, the faster we can get it done and out of the way."

"Okay, well, how do we put all of this science shit into normal words ?"

"I'll do that part, and you can find the information. Do you have Word, or something ?"

"Yeah, should be in the Start menu."

"Okay, so we can turn all of that into..." He began typing into the Word Document. "How's that sound ?" I read over the lines on the screen.

"Yeah, it's understandable now."

"Good !"

We researched and translated for about two more hours.

"Can we stop now ?" I was hungry and tired of reading sentences that didn't make sense.

"Sure. I'm starting to see lines everywhere just from staring at text for so long," he laughed.

"Do you want something to eat ?"

"No, I'll just go home and eat dinner with my dad. Do you want to come to my house tomorrow ?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay. Don't forget to bring your laptop !"

"Okay." I followed him to the door and we said our goodbyes. After closing the door, I went to the kitchen to get some pizza. Pizza and apple juice: The staple of the Strider family. I sat next to Bro on the couch.

"I'm going to be going to John's tomorrow to work on the project."

"Okay. Don't get murdered on the way."

"I'll try not to." Good God the sarcasm in our family is enough to suffocate anyone who's not accustomed to it.

I went back into my room and saved the work John and I had done, then sat down with my turntables. I messed around a bit, then decided that I would go ahead and make song. It's not like I had anything better to do. After about an hour, I had an okay-ish song, but decided to stop for the day. I took a shower and sat down on my bed. I wasn't tired, but I wanted to sleep. If I tried to sleep, I wouldn't be able to go to sleep, though, so why try ? I picked up my laptop and read over all of the work we had done. I found it amazing how John was able to turn a bunch of scientific gibberish into words that made everything easier to understand. I bet he does great in science. That first day at school when he looked so happy to be in that class makes even more sense, now that I know how much he love science. He's such a dork. But he's not that bad to be around. I mean, so far, he's the only person who's talked a lot to me. Sure, it's because we're doing a project, but he feels like someone I could spend a lot of time with, but would never get annoyed with or tired of. He probably wants nothing to do with me, though. People usually turn away from me because they think I'm a douchebag trying to be cool because I wear sunglasses everywhere. While the sunglasses are pretty fucking cool, their main purpose is to cover up the color of my eyes.

I don't think I act like a douchebag. Sure, I'm pretty aloof, but I'm not a douchebag. I'm not mean or rude to people, I'm just sarcastic and don't speak a lot. John probably thinks I'm weird or something, but what do I care ? I have about two years of school left, and I got through school in Texas with Terezi being my only friend. I had a boyfriend for about a month, but he left me as soon as he saw my freakish eyes. The only other boyfriend I've had was named Karkat, but he moved away. He got a new phone and never uses Pesterchum, so I had no way to talk to him. If it wasn't clear, I'm really fucking gay. I've never had a girlfriend, and I've never had a crush on a girl. Bro took it fine, probably because he's gay as well. He's been dating Jake for about a year now. But anyway, my point is, if I made it this far with only one friend, I can make it a tiny bit longer without any friends at all. I finally decided I was tired enough to try to sleep.

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> Author's Note

Hello all you lovely Brotatoes. If any of y'all haven't read my other story, then you probably have no idea where 'Brotatoes' came from. All it is the name I gave all of you fabulous readers ^u^ Anyway, I'm sorry it took me two weeks to update, but school has been kicking my ass, and I've had absolutely no motivation. Today, I had a burst of lets-write-1000-words-of-a-story, so here you are ! I really hope y'all are enjoying this. I know it's not much right now, but it'll get more interesting, I promise. Also, I am aware of how cliche this whole thing is, but I'm also trying to make it as non-cliche as I can. They had to meet someway, right ? Anyway, I really hope you little derps are liking this story. I'm having a lot of fun writing it, anyway. Hopefully, I'll have some more motivation next weekend so I can get another chapter out. If you didn't read any of that, I'm going to write the next thing in all caps, so hopefully you notice it:

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ! ! ! ! !

~Laurenbob .-.