𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

if i call will you be the one to answer

ship - jfgogh (jfk & van gogh)

fandom - clone high

warnings - mentions of depression, anxiety.

"and when i felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed you put me on and said i was your favourite"

when i call it's not who normally picks up
but instead, i hear your voice and feel a little better.

(part 1)

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van gogh fidgeted in his seat, his hands shake as he debates whether or not to hang up the phone and bare this by himself, or to wait for the line to pick up and for another clone teen to "help" and "advice" him for whatever he was going to tell them, he didn't even know that himself..

he let out a choked chuckle as he puts the phone to his ear as he still waits, "god i can't believe i'm actually going through with this" he says to himself "good now i'm talking to myself"

then there was a click of the phone as someone on the other line had picked up, so he was really doing this.. "uh.. h-hello?" he said into the phone

"er hello, teen crisis hotline we're uh here to help"

the voice on the other line had sounded so familiar to him but he wasn't sure it was exactly him, 'cause why would it ever be him?

"ha, i'm sure you are," gogh says back to the familiar voice on the other side.

"what er seems to be the problem?" the voice asked back

he didn't know the answer to that himself, he had no idea why he decided to call; everything just felt wrong to him and he wasn't able to fix it no matter how hard he had tried, the world felt like it was entirely on his shoulders and he couldn't fix it.

"everything.." he mumbled quietly "i don't know why i even called it was stupid of me, and i know the whole world isn't against me, it just feels like it is.."

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, he couldn't do this, he couldn't talk about his problems they wouldn't care or understand.

as if the person read his mind the voice said "we er uh can just talk if you want, it doesn't have to be about what's going on unless you er want it to be"

van gogh let out a small laugh at the person on the other side "yeah, let's just talk.. that'd be nice.."

"that's good, what's your uh name then stranger?" the voice asked

was he really going to tell this random person he's on the phone with who he is? yeah, he is whoever this kid is won't even care about him the next day.

"uh.. it's um, van gogh"

"oh! you're uh that art kid aren't ya?"

he smiles to himself "yeah i'm that art kid.. now your turn who are you?"

"i er uh am jfk"

he can't believe it, this had to be a lie.. he was supposedly talking to the jfk.. that stupid jock he can't believe he's in love with.