No Homo

Chapter 10

John's POV

I felt a bit bad that I had bothered Dave with my problems. However helpful he was and even though he said he was fine with helping me, I'm almost positive that he would've rather had been doing something else than listen to me complain about Vriska. No matter how bad I felt about bothering him, though, he had a point. Even if Vriska was extremely upset about me breaking up with her, she can't deny it. She was going to be spitting fire, though, that's for sure. In fact, I'll think I'll wait a while.

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At about 6:10, I called Vriska. If I put it off any longer, I knew I would chicken out of calling her. I picked up my phone and tapped on her number. The phone rang twice before she picked up.

"Hi Joooooooohn. How's my boyfriend doing ?"

I took a deep breath. "Hi Vriska. I um, I uh need to talk to you."

"Sure babe, what's up ?"

"Well, ummm..." I took another deep breath. "I don't think-- no. I can't be in this relationship any longer."

"You're joking, right?"

"No, Vriska... I'm not joking. I'm... breaking up with you."

"What ? ! You're the one who asked me out in the first place ! Besides, why would you want to break up with someone as great as me ?"

"I'm sorry, I just... you always order me around and you won't let me hang out with any of my other friends and you guilt me into doing what you want me to. At first I was fine with it because I didn't know how relationships work, but I began to realize that they don't work exactly like how ours was. I'm really sorry, but I just can't do that anymore."

"Okay, hold up. You think I'm the problem ? Well let me tell you, mister, you aren't perfect. It's not like you're super hot or anything. You're small and wimpy and really nerdy. You're like a little kid. You have no idea what you're doing when it comes to relationships and because of that, I have to plan out everything and be the pants of the relationship. In fact, I have to be the everything of the relationship. I feel more like I'm babysitting than hanging out with my boyfriend.

"And don't even get me started on your freakish buckteeth. Like, what the fuck. It's like they thought they were going to be in a bigger body but ended up with a terrible disappointment. You may be tall-ish, but you're skinny and wimpy and even act like a child. You barely even try when it comes to your appearance.

"And of course since you've never been in a relationship before, you don't understand when I try to flirt or anything because you're so fucking babish. I thought you were going to be a normal person, but no. You're a freak that has no clue what the fuck he is doing and if you ever get another girlfriend, boy will she get something she wasn't expecting. But I guess neither of us have to worry about that because there's a very unlikely chance anyone would ever want to date you. I thought maybe I could get past your looks and find a great person to be with, but clearly I was wrong. Most people, John, wouldn't even give you a chance. You're a freak inside and out and I fail to see how you even have friends."

And with that, she hung up, leaving me in tears.

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I knew she would be mad, but this is something I could never imagine. All the insults she threw at me were enough to make me want to curl up into a little ball and just disappear from the world. Sadly, I couldn't do that. So, I figured I would do something that would make me feel better. For some reason, the first thing that came to mind was Dave. I could go talk to him and he could help me. I stood up and walked out of my room, then my house, then my neighborhood. It wasn't long before I was ringing his doorbell. His door swung open revealing a shaded Dave. I thought he would at least take off his glasses at home when it's dark outside, but nope, they're still there. My tears had stopped a bit while walking to his house, but here they sprang up again.

"John, what happened ?" I couldn't answer his question. All I could do was cry. He pulled me inside and sat me down on the couch. I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. I couldn't get Vriska's insults out of my mind. I couldn't get rid of the aching feeling in my chest from hearing all of my flaws shouted at me. There's a lot of things I couldn't do at the moment. Dave sat down next to me and set two glasses of apple juice on the table. I still couldn't stop crying. Couldn't stop remembering. Couldn't stop feeling. I just couldn't. But then, he put his arms around me and then I could. I could stop crying. I could forget about Vriska's harsh words. I could forget about the aching pain in my chest. I could. And a few minutes later, my tears were gone, the only reminder that they were ever there being my runny nose. Dave had handed me my glass of apple juice and I sipped on it.

"I'm sorry, Dave," I squeaked out. I felt bad for doing this to him.

"Don't be... do you feel like telling me what happened ?" He asked the question in such a voice as one would coax a lost puppy out of the street. I figured I could at least tell him what was up.

"I broke up with Vriska. She started calling me names and said terrible things to me and..." I trailed off, starting to tear up again just remembering all of the thing she said to me. Dave rubbed my back and I was able to calm down enough to finish my summary. "She told me I was a terrible person and started listing off bad things about me." He didn't ask for me to go into any greater detail and I was grateful for this. I don't think I would be able to handle repeating those things.

"John, I'm sure that whatever she said about you isn't true. You're incredibly nice and helpful and you always make people smile. You're funny and you like to pull pranks on people. You're really smart and dorky and derpy. You're like a lovable little stuffed animal. Bro, you're a great person and everything she told you were lies. Don't believe it for a second." I was still sniffling a bit, but hearing all of these things come from Dave made me feel so much better. It made me feel like Vriska didn't even exist, which felt like her insults and jeering hadn't existed, either. I didn't have much self-esteem at all, really, but hearing Dave tell me what he genuinely thought about me raised it by just just a fraction of a percent.

"Thanks."

"Dude, you're my best bro. I'm here to help you out and I'll tell you how great you are whenever you need me to." I could feel myself blushing. I didn't need him to tell me how great I supposedly was, but it was nice to know that I had someone like him that was there for me. It made me feel nice and warm on the inside and it was all because Dave was just the nicest person to have at the moment. Sure, he looked like he could just be one of those douchebags trying desperately to be cool, but he was cool without trying and he didn't have to be a douchebag to be that way. It was refreshing and it's one thing I really admired about him. I smiled at him, feeling that warm, fuzzy feeling again as I saw him smiling slightly back at me.

"Thank you, Dave. For helping me with Vriska and all. And cheering me up." He smiled a bit more and ruffled my already messy hair.

"Course bro." I had never met a person that could give me that warm fuzzy feeling by just looking at them, but Dave was able to do that to me. And I knew it had to be because he was someone I could actually trust. He was someone who cared for me and called me his best bro. I felt so safe and secure when I was with him. I mean, it's not like I always felt unsafe, it's just that whenever we would go to each others' houses and we would hang out, I felt like I could just completely let loose because he wouldn't judge me for my numerous flaws. I guess this is what it feels like to have a best bro.

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> Author's Note

Hello there Brotatoes ! I'm sorry this took so gosh diddly darn long to write, but I actually wrote the majority of this over my Spring Break but then never finished because I had birthdays and homework and weird end of course tests, but now I have an even bigger workload because I have my actual end of course tests plus final exams then I don't know what. Basically, school is kicking my ass. But hey, at least I got this chapter up ^u^ It might be a while until the next chapter because of all this crazy school shit, but I promise I won't leave ya hanging for too long. In case you haven't noticed (which you probably have), this is basically just the last chapter from John's point of view, so you now you know what he'd been feeling and what exactly Vriska had told him. I honestly have no idea what I'm doing as far as this whole relationship type stuff goes... I've only read books and shit that had relationship type stuff in it x3 I'm trying my best but let me know if you have any suggestions or anything that would make it better. Until next time !

~Laurenbob .-.