Warning: Mild cussing and homosexual content ahead. Gays have their rights along with the LGBTQ community. I will not tolerate hate comments, you have been warned.
It's difficult being friends with a guy you like, who's also known for his reputation of being a player.
It's more difficult if you're born male and in love with a player, who's also male.
The stares, the glares, the judgement you'll get when you decide to become open about this.
It would haunt the person's mind forever.
(Name) sighed as he walked alongside Dirk Strider, his best friend and the known player of the high school they attended. Girls stared at the spiky-haired blonde- some swooning, some blushing, and some giddy and talking about him behind their backs.
It was annoying for the (h/c)-haired male. Everywhere they passed by, girls would just melt and internally beg Strider to be with them.
It made him sick.
He silently scoffed, the tip of his shoe scuffing the marble floor. "How much of a hypocrite can I be?" The thought made him more sick, a scowl making its way to his face.
Dirk glanced at the shorter male beside him, eyebrows creased and lips in a frown. He raised an eyebrow and spoke, curious as to what ticked him off again.
"Something annoying you, (l/n)?"
The mentioned male blinked and shook his head, his eyes meeting Dirk's questioning gaze. He pursed his lips and turned away from him. "Nothing, Strider. Just keep walking."
Ah, there it is. Calling each other by their surnames is a "bro thing" between them, for some reason. It was the otaku who proposed this during their sixth grade, and they agreed. One thing piqued (Name)'s curiosity though.
"Hey, Strider. What happens if we call each other by our first names?" He asked after they sealed the deal with a fistbump.
Dirk remained passive, simply saying, "You'll see, (l/n). You'll see."
He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off as something Dirk would keep to himself.
He was dead right about that.
It was silent between the two of them again, the occasional giggles and squeals from the girls ringing in their ears. (Name) tucked his hands in his jacket pockets, his fingers toying with the tags found in them. He bit his lip, risking a glance at Dirk beside him.
He was still as passive as ever, as if he didn't give a shit about anything that was thrown at him. (Name) closed his eyes, his lips in a tight line. He imagined the both of them; Dirk and himself holding hands and walking down the halls, the both of them not giving a single care in the world and smiles on their faces.
His eyes snapped open and he shook his head to himself, almost letting his stoic mask slip.
Not a chance.
**
Stairs. It just had to be the only elevation available in the damn building. (Name) grumbled, complaining about the broken elevator from the ground floor. "Stupid elevator. Stupid Dirk."
The grumbling male kicked the dusty step and continued on his way. "Who in their right minds would call someone in the middle of the night and make them come to the rooftop?"
Dirk had called (Name) to meet him up on the rooftop of the apartment where the Strider brothers live in, which is god knows how many stories high it is. As if luck wasn't on his side, the elevator's jammed and he opted to take the stairs to get over with whatever Dirk wanted to tell him.
Why he didn't tell him through the phone, he doesn't know and much less care about it. The man was still groggy and sleep-deprived from the many daydreams- scratch that, from the stress he built up in the past few months of schooling.
After more grumbling and countless steps, the adolescent finally reached the door leading to his destination. He took a breather then opened the wooden door, slamming it shut after.
Like the big shot Dirk is, he stood there with his back turned to him. His hair swaying from the cool breeze. His arms limp on his sides and his hands clenched into fists. Judging by his silhouette, he wore his white shirt, with the print of an orange baseball cap in the center, and his black jeans- his usual clothes.
"Hey, Strider. What's the deal with waking me up at midnight?" (Name) yawned, stretching then walking towards Dirk. Said blonde turned to face him and waited until he was a foot away from him.
Dirk had to hold down a blush at how impossibly adorable the guy is. His (e/c) eyes gleaming in the moonlight, his short, (h/c) hair ruffled and messy from the wind, and the baggy clothing he calls pajamas. He bit his cheek, his heart pounding as he stared at (Name), the one guy he undeniably liked years back. He could say he loves him.
But he knows he's straight, so he couldn't really do anything.
He figured as much when he tried to make him jealous by dating other girls, hiding his sexuality at the same time. He would hold hands with them, kiss them, go on dates, but he wouldn't stoop so low as to do the do with them.
The poor guy was only trying to find a reaction out of him, only to end up getting the title of a playboy and (Name) being disappointed in him. It made him aggravated, to the point that he just gave up on dating girls to make him jealous and straight up confess to him.
But he has to ask him for "advice".
"Sorry about that." He shifted, his right foot supporting his weight as his hands hid themselves in his jean pockets. "Just- Any ideas for a confession?"
"Dirk, you moron. What are you telling him?!" He internally slapped himself, regretting the words he spoke to (Name). He swore he saw his eyes widen, but it disappeared as soon as it came. "Well," (Name) pursed his lips, looking down at the floor in thought.
That's what he thinks anyway.
(Name) felt his heart shatter at how Dirk asked him for a confession. Of all people, it had to be him. He looked down, afraid Dirk would see his lip tremble and his eyes water. He took a shaky breath, shut his eyes tight and-
Dirk almost jumped when his head shot up to give him a goofy grin.
Not the reaction he expected.
"Well, it's best if you just give the person a favorable present and confess personally." Dirk
watched as he fidgeted and coughed.
"Is that all?" Dirk asked, an eyebrow quirked and subconsciously leaning closer to the awkward male in front of him.
"Y-yeah." (Name) nervously chuckled, taking a few steps back. "I'll see you tomorrow, Strider. And good luck."
Dirk gave him a nod and waved as the boy left to go back to his own home. He gave it some thought, but he never noticed the tears streaming down (Name)'s cheek and his slumped figure as he longed for the comforts of his bed.
Both of them needed some time alone.
**
(Name) looked at himself in the mirror. He observed that his hair is its usual messy style and his eyes look as if he's never cried last night. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to go to school in spite of the risks of seeing Dirk.
Dirk Strider with a girl affectionately clinging to and nuzzling his arm.
He pictured it in his head. Forcing himself not to sputter and sob, he grabbed his backpack and rushed down the stairs. Luckily, he lives alone and his parents are out of the country for a while so he gets the house to himself.
The (h/c)ette sullenly opened the door and was shocked at the sight that greeted him in the morning.
Speak of the devil.
It was Dirk, standing in front of the door with his hand behind his back and the other paused mid-knock. (Name)'s mouth forms an o and he voices out his thoughts. "Yo Strider. You never go here early in the morning so, what?"
Dirk didn't know what to say, frozen when the door was opened without warning. His raised hand went up to his mouth and he awkwardly coughed. "Do you remember what you said last night? About a confession?"
He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, urging him to continue. "Well, I'm not gonna fuck around anymore and tell you already."
"Don't screw this up, you're a Strider. Do not. Fucking screw up." The blonde otaku chanted in his head and he revealed a (favorite character aside from the Homestuck cast) keychain. "I've liked you since..." He lost his cool, forgetting the speech he planned in his head before approaching the door to (Name)'s house.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'll just show you, (Name)."
With that, he caught the other male by surprise by cupping his face and kissing him straight on the lips.
Hell, even calling him by his given name was a surprise.
Let's just say they were boldly holding hands by then, the keychain Dirk bought for (Name) hanging on his backpack. They never cared about what other people thought, as long as they were together.
And nothing can change that, no matter what the circumstances are.
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Okay, so.... hi XD I decided to publish this from my dA account (AnimeAngel143) along with two more coming up right after this; one of them finished and published just now too. I might publish some of my one-shots on Quotev too, but I'm still weighing the decision right now.
I'm sorry for the hiatus. I've lost inspiration and I have zero ideas until now. I'm gonna do my best to keep updating ^^
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this!