Oh geez, I should probably add a little note to this, shouldn't I? O-ok! So this is very loosely based off of a roleplay I had on Pesterchum between a friend of mine and myself. I was Dave and she was John! So I hope you guys enjoy! o 3o

EDIT: Ok, so I'm not sure what happened - whether it was or my story itself but after uploading the second chapter, it wouldn't show up! I even had a user message me to confirm that this issue was taking place. So to resolve this issue, I did delete True Intentions and just re-uploaded it! The second chapter should be up and posted now!

You hadn't intended for this to happen. Not at all. You hadn't intended to sit there at your computer, staring at the screen, and worrying your teeth over your bottom lip while staring at the lines of blue and red text. In fact, you had planned on signing online and chatting freely with your friends, discussing topics of varying degrees of importance. Maybe do a little online shopping and get around to updating your Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff comics. You thought maybe you could check up on your assignments for college and make sure you had everything done or at least started. You hadn't thought for even a fraction of a second that this would happen.

The sound of someone else pestering you registered in your mind but you didn't act, didn't dare click away from the chat window with ectoBiologist. You just waited, and waited. The anxiety cutting you deep as you re-read your last reply to him over and over and over and oh my god, you can't stop reading it.

TG: i love you john

He hadn't replied for a whole three minutes now and you thought maybe this conversation had gotten too out of hand. Maybe you shouldn't have let him lead you into a conversation about feelings and emotions. Maybe you shouldn't have yelled at him – well, as much as you could through means of lame red text – and maybe you shouldn't have let your emotions totally drive you off the cliff into the forested abyss below that was your own personal hell. You knew it, this wasn't right. You spent three years loving him in secret and goddamnit that was how it should have stayed. But you can't go back now, no matter how badly you wish you could easily turn back time like you had in the past as a child. You may still be the Knight of Time but only to you and several others; the rest of the world didn't consider you anything more than just a blonde-haired cool kid with a sarcastic disposition and a taste for drawing shitty comics online.

You check the time. Five minutes. It's been five minutes and so you nervously click out of the window to see who else had bothered to pester you. It's Rose. She's inquiring about how you're doing. You begin to type a response, hands stumbling over the keys, as you try to formulate a response that doesn't sound like a total bullshitted lie. Rose is too good at analyzing your words and how quickly it takes you to get back to her; she's a psych major, after all. So you make sure to be extra careful in how you type to her. The less she knows, the better.

TT: Hello, Dave. How are you doing this evening?

TG: sup lalonde just chilling you

TT: That certainly took awhile to type, Dave. You must be distracted.

TG: yeah sorry im working on another sbhj update

TG: gotta keep my fans entertained and faithful to the comic

TT: Of course. I oftentimes find myself having forgotten you are still loyal to creating such colorful comics.

TG: i know you think theyre shitty

You were in the middle of typing a new sentence to Rose when you hear it, that definitive little ding! followed by the user handle ectoBiologist highlighted in yellow. It's John and he's responded. Shit, oh my god. No, no, no. You feel your chest tighten and your hands shake. Your mouse just can't move fast enough to hover over his name. Now all you've got to do is click it.

No. You can't. You will yourself not to. You're psyching yourself out and now you can't find the balls to just click his name. So you don't. Instead, you sign out altogether, leaving both Rose and John hanging. Panic lances through your chest and you feel yourself sucking in a shaking breath. God, since when did your calm demeanor and totally cool attitude get shattered so easily? Only John Egbert could do this to you, cause this total breakdown that made you a nervous, shaking heap on your bed, nuzzling into your red hoodie and wanting to just disappear. You know John just rejected you. You knew it. You can't hope to be with him because as he's stated before to others he's 'not a homosexual.' But god, don't you owe him at least a response? So you sign back online and immediately, Rose and John message you.

TT: How rude, David. I had expected at least a good bye.
TT: Oh, you're back. Is something the matter?

EB: oh my god
EB: dave, that's such a lame joke!
EB: i'm the only one who's the prank master.

EB: prankster gambit and all that jazz!

EB: pchooo!
EB: (hehehehehehe)
EB: woah you signed off!
EB: :( RUDE, dave!

You disregard Rose's message totally to stare at John's response to your confession. Did he really think that you were kidding? After that too-intense-for-comfort conversation prior to that? And suddenly, he was acting like it was just one big prank on him? Shit, that wasn't right. You try to swallow around the lump in your throat and suck in another shuddering breath. God, you're shaking again. So what else can you do? How do you respond to John? You've pretended to feel nothing for him for three years so why can't you do it now. Because you know you can. And so you do.

TG: yeah sorry bro thought i could try my hand at that prankster shit
TG: gotta surpass the master right?

TG: anyway i gotta go

TG: gonna go grab me some joe and head to the library
TG: dont ever be a graphic design major john

TG: this shits kicking my ass

TG: catch you later
EB: um ok!
EB: yeah you almost had me going, hehehe!
EB: but i knew you were kidding.

EB: what could a cool dude like you be doing loving a nerdy guy like me, huh?

EB: (hehehehehehe)

EB: anyway, have fun with your coffee and don't get carpel tunnel from drawing so much!
EB: (nude figure drawing, ewww!)

EB: bye!
TG: see you

– turntechGodhead [TG] has ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] –

– turntechGodhead [TG] has ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] –

– turntechGodhead [TG] has changed their mood to OFFLINE –

You've got to get out of this stuffy apartment. You can hear your roommate ranting at something in his room, obviously pissed off at something. Again. Geez, when is that guy never pissed? You entertain the thought that maybe if he tried to smile, the world would just end for good this time. With how you're feeling at this moment, you silently encourage this. Without a word, you head for the door and slip on your converse sneakers. Slipping out of the apartment, you jog down the stairs and ignore the goings-on of the other tenants as you pass door-after-door. Eventually you're on level ground and able to make a beeline for the crosswalk to make your way to the local college coffee shop, open 24/7. You don't think you've ever been more thankful for this coffee shop more than you are right now.

But what you don't expect is to hear Rose's calling out to you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

"You do realize you are rather terrible at pretending you're okay, right?"

Turning, you see her standing in a modest but darkly-themed outfit, arms crossed over her chest and a neutral look adorned on her pale face. You keep your poker face and shrug, not wanting to speak for fear of a blabbering, incomprehensible slur of words to leave you, followed by what could turn into sobbing. It's one thing feeling pathetic when you're so used to being the strong one but its even worse when your ecto-sis is standing there with those dark eyes of hers, waiting for you to explain yourself. You don't want to tell her anything but you know that it's an obligation now, considering how stupid and confused you must look right now.

Rose is walking towards you then, a careful yet confident stride, before she takes you by the arm and loops it with hers. "Let's get some coffee."