Your name is Dave Strider and you are currently trying to fit a note into your best friend’s locker. It’s nothing important, and he won’t even know it’s from you. Just a stupid “poem” (or song lyrics, as you like to refer to them) you wrote for him. See, you’ve been in love with your best friend for four years now. You haven’t told a soul about it because, damn, would they think you were weird. You figured since half of your last year in high school was over, why not give him a poem. That’s honestly just an excuse even you can’t bring yourself to believe. For the entire year, you’ve been thinking of telling John how you feel, you just got nervous at the last minute and never did it. No, you didn’t get nervous. You never get nervous. You just felt another time was more appropriate. That’s right.
Now what were you doing? Oh yeah. Trying to shove this obviously too big piece of goddamn paper in your best friend’s locker. That’s why you got here early. So you would have plenty of time, if there were difficulties, and so no one would see you. Finally, success is yours. After you’re completely sure it fell to the bottom of the locker, you get the hell out of there. Even though you and John are close pals, it would be strange to be seen hanging around his locker early in the morning. You step outside and the cool breeze tickles your face. You adjust your shades and see none other than the one and only Rose Lalonde waving at you from the student parking lot. You take a hand out of your jacket pocket and give her a friendly wave back. When she gets closer to you, you see she has a sly grin on her face. What the hell does she have to be grinning about?
“Good morning, Dave. Were you successful in your ah… mission this morning?” She gives you an actual smile this time.
Oh yeah, you forget to mention that. You and Rose are pretty close childhood friends, much like the rest of your group of friends. Rose was like a sister to you and you’re pretty sure you were like a brother to her. Anyways, you tell Rose just about everything. And boy do you mean everything. She knows how you feel about John and she is strangely accepting of it. If only everyone was like that, huh.
“It went perfectly fine, thanks for asking Rose.” The edge of your mouth twitches into a smirk. Every time you talk to Rose you feel like you’re playing a game of wits, and you can’t help but love it. She’s the only one who can top your ironic jokes with better commentary.
“Well that’s good. Are you going to let me read any of your poetry, Dave?” There’s that sly grin again.
“It’s not poetry, its song lyrics, and just for that, no you can’t, not even if my very life depended on it, not even if the world would implode if I refused to let you read it” Your voice sounds like you’re upset, but your smirk gets bigger because damn, that was a good one on your part, and you always make the best lines.
“Hmm, too bad. One of these days, Dave. One of these days.” She simply shakes her head and makes a tsk-tsk sound with her mouth.
You sit on the stairs in front on the entrance to school and she joins you, adjusting her long lavender skirt before sitting down and crossing her legs. You two just sit together, staring at the parking lot, not talking at all. It’s not like it was an awkward silence or anything. You never make awkward silences. You two just didn’t need to talk to know how the other was feeling. The world around you was still waking up and it was a peaceful calm before the storm of the day. It was so quiet that you just began to doze off slowly…
White. Everything is white. Where are you? You spin around and just see white. No outstanding landmarks, or anything else for that matter. You start walking but you can’t really tell since the scenery isn’t changing at all. But hey what’s that over there? Is that a person? You stalk walking a bit faster when you realize it’s John. His back is facing you and doesn’t seem to hear you when you say his name. You place your hand gently on his right shoulder and he jerks away. He spins and glares at you. You shrink back.
“John I… What’s the matter?” you barely whisper, fear slowly creeping up your spine.
“You Dave. You’re an issue. A problem in my life. And I can’t take you anymore”
Suddenly you feel a hard kick to your shin that jerks you back to reality. You look up to see who had the balls to kick you in the shin to see the goofiest face being made by the only person you know who can make such a dumb face and still look cute, John Egbert.
What the hell was that dream about? You shake your head, as if that would help rid the images of John’s face twisted into hatred and… disgust. You look up at John, making sure your face didn’t betray anything you were feeling right now.
“John what was that for?” You rub your shin and raise your eyebrows.
“To wake you up, dude! School starts in twenty minutes! You didn’t know that because you were too busy daydreaming, silly” He sits next to you on the stairs and looks at you with a huge smile on his face.
“So, what’s the goofy grin plastered on your face for, Egbert?” You lean back on your hands and stare right back at him, straight into those eyes, the purest blue you could possibly imagine.
“Look what I found in my locker, Dave!” he pulls out a slightly wrinkled, folded up piece of paper. Your slightly wrinkled, folded up piece of paper to be exact. You breathe hitches and your heart beat accelerates.
“What’s that?” You raise one eyebrow, faking curiosity. You are curious, just not about what the note says. You know full well what it says. You want to know what he thinks of it.
“It looks like a poem or something… Doesn’t say who it’s from though… Do you wanna hear it?” He smiles and waggles his eyebrows at you, something you’ve come to learn he’s gonna do what he asked you about whether you say yes or no.
“Lay it on me, dude” You haven’t broken eye contact with him the entire time. Your excitement is hard to keep under wraps. You really want to know if he liked it.
“Okay, here it goes:
I’ve watched you from afar, but up close
Enjoying every second, every moment with you
Wishing, hoping, dreaming, loving
Wishing I could hold your hand and you would hold mine back
Hoping your heart swells when you see me like mine does when I see you
Dreaming of those blue eyes that swallow everything
Loving everything about you
You are the key to unlocking what is inside of me
You are my other half
And that’s what I will always believe
John lets out a sigh when he finishes and smiles with content. Your heart flutters. He really liked it. He really, really did.
“So what do you know, little John Egbert has a secret admirer.” You say playfully. You smirk when you see his checks get a pink hue to their complexion.
“I wouldn’t say that Dave. It’s just a poem. But…” He whispers the last part, as if it was just to himself. He trails off of his sentence, seeming to have gotten lost in thought. Like he’s imagining who sent him that note. He faces gets a bit redder when he notices you’ve been staring at him the entire time. He gives you a punch on your shoulder but you know he’s not mad. He’s smiling too big. The face you saw in your dream pops up again and you flinch a bit. You didn’t mean to but John notices.
“Oh sorry Dave… I didn’t think I hit you that hard” He rubs his hand behind his head, raising his eyebrows in an apology.
“No dude it’s okay. I was just zoning out again is all” You wave your hand, dismissing what happened but can’t stop thinking about it. That dream keeps blinking in and out of your thoughts and you hate it. You grit your teeth and take a deep breathe to calm down.
“I just think it’s someone trying to mess with me is all, Dave.” He responds softly He doesn’t stop staring at the note though. John may not tell you what he really thinks about this ‘mystery’ sender of the letter, but you can tell. You’ve always been able to tell what he was thinking. You can tell he has an idea of who sent it and thinking about this person really fills him with bliss. You stand and lightly brush off any dirt from your pant legs and offer a hand to John.
“Well, Egbert, I believe it’s time for school now. I’ll see you later?” You always say the last part as a question even though you know you’re going to see him later.
“Yeah. See you later Dave!” He grabs your hand and stands with your assistance. He stares at you for a few seconds and smiles. He gives you a small wave and walks into the building. You let yourself smile now. The fact that John liked your “poem” is in itself a great thing. You feel like you are actually happy right now. Something you haven’t felt in quite a long time. You hope it will last. You’ve got a nagging feeling about that dream, but you push it to the back of your thoughts and start to walk to your class.