Jade and John put their bags on the table and Jake decides to take everything out of the bags. I can see things from chips to gummy bears. Munchies as far as the eye could see. ((GOD IM FAT)) Jade smiles and gets the blender. "Fuck yeah! I'm making shakes!" I smile and say "Woah Harley has a wild side, huh?" Rose nudged me softly and looked over Johns way to show that he was looking at me. John always liked my smile cause I have dimples. He looking at me just stresses me out. I look over at Rose and say "I'm gonna go outside to smoke, Kay?" Rose nods softly as a reply. I grab my coat and go outside. For a couple of minutes I just sit on the steps of the house. Finally I actually light my cigarette and start smoking my cancerstick. When I'm nearly through my cigarette John comes outside and says "Can we walk and talk for a bit?" I sigh and say yes. After I'm done with my cigarette we start walking. We walked for like a block or two in silence. Then finally John says "Dave...?" I look over towards him and say "What?" John says quiet for a few moments as if his thinking then he finally asks "Why do you hate me...?" My eyes widened when I look over to him "What?" "Why do you hate me?" He repeats. I stay quiet for a bit. Like for another block or so we walk in silence. Then I finally say "I don't hate you...". John sighed softly and said "Well you act like you do...Dave?" Honestly there is a part of me that hates him but that's only a small part. The rest of me just wants to be happy. "Yeah?" "Do you still...h-have feelings for me?". Oh fuck no I am not letting my guard down so easy fuckboy. "Why do you ask?"
John looks away from me for a second. "No reason. I just wanted to know..." He said quietly. Oh no I know he's fucking lying.
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Blood, Depression, And Tears
أدب الهواةFor a while Dave has been dealing with depression. Dave tends to find bad ways with dealing with his depression. Bro still is watching out for Dave cause he worries that something bad will happen to him cause of the ways he deals with things. What m...