![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakeyd posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
castle_perrault[It's kind of funny, in a sad, ironic way. Once Jake caught wind of people calling him 'the most popular guy in school' he figured he'd never have to worry about being left out of a group again. Yet, here he was: feeling completely out of place with his friends and hiding from them. Not that it wasn't one hundred percent his own damn fault, mister 'noticing his romantic feelings for his friends too late so now they're dating', it just sucked. He really wishes he hadn't noticed at all, so that he could still hang out with them without it hurting; and without the ever looming risk that he would say something dumb and awkward to one of them again. Rich must have been so uncomfortable when Jake slipped and called his freckles cute, ugh.
"You could always let me take over for a while."]
No. No way. We've talked about this already.
["Yes but, honey, it's still the simplest solution! Isn't getting to 'hang' with your friends worry-free worthy of accepting just a teensy amount of my help?" The voice of Jake's absentee mother asks, the strange digital tint to it reminding him with every word that his real mom had ditched him. He sighs, irritated, as he reaches up to rub a particular spot behind his ear.]
Last time you 'helped' you broke my legs worse than they already were. I'm good.
["Sweetheart, you know those were special circumstances-] Look.
Just because I'm talking to you doesn't mean I don't still hate you. I'm not gonna trust the creepy robots that hurt me and my friends, ever. So you can go back to telling me how to fold paper into little animals or you can shut up. [Jake gestures to the half finished origami on the table surrounded by little cranes and a few lopsided paper dogs as he awaits a response.
"If you insist."]
Good.
[He's not exactly sure where along the course of the passed month or so he'd begun talking to his SQUIP again. It had started out small, accidentally listening to her tips on staying out of trouble with Rich and Micheal. Little reminders not to let them catch onto the feelings he himself hadn't noticed in time. 'Don't say that out loud', 'Straying into flirtatious territory there, aren't we?'; more and more until Jake realized he was talking to her more than his friends. Not to mention, spending more time 'alone' than with them. But it was fine, he told himself--he had things under control. He wasn't really listening to her advice, and he still didn't trust her. He just wanted someone to talk to, that's all. Someone that could help him kill the boredom. The only easily accessible 'person' from home that he wasn't in love with. Wait, no, that's wrong. Not love, crushes. They had to be 'just silly crushes', or...or when would he ever be able to face them again? He's not Micheal, he can't hide this shit well enough to fool anyone. He'd only barely managed to hold it together when his parents left, and even then Rich had noticed something off pretty quickly. Hell, Rich had probably noticed something off before he'd ever started hiding from them. How freaked out must those two be by now?
He's a terrible person for running like this, but the only alternatives he can think of are worse.
Jake suddenly allows his head to drop down onto the table with a thud, crushing the little paper dog he'd been working on. Fuck everything.]
"You could always let me take over for a while."]
No. No way. We've talked about this already.
["Yes but, honey, it's still the simplest solution! Isn't getting to 'hang' with your friends worry-free worthy of accepting just a teensy amount of my help?" The voice of Jake's absentee mother asks, the strange digital tint to it reminding him with every word that his real mom had ditched him. He sighs, irritated, as he reaches up to rub a particular spot behind his ear.]
Last time you 'helped' you broke my legs worse than they already were. I'm good.
["Sweetheart, you know those were special circumstances-] Look.
Just because I'm talking to you doesn't mean I don't still hate you. I'm not gonna trust the creepy robots that hurt me and my friends, ever. So you can go back to telling me how to fold paper into little animals or you can shut up. [Jake gestures to the half finished origami on the table surrounded by little cranes and a few lopsided paper dogs as he awaits a response.
"If you insist."]
Good.
[He's not exactly sure where along the course of the passed month or so he'd begun talking to his SQUIP again. It had started out small, accidentally listening to her tips on staying out of trouble with Rich and Micheal. Little reminders not to let them catch onto the feelings he himself hadn't noticed in time. 'Don't say that out loud', 'Straying into flirtatious territory there, aren't we?'; more and more until Jake realized he was talking to her more than his friends. Not to mention, spending more time 'alone' than with them. But it was fine, he told himself--he had things under control. He wasn't really listening to her advice, and he still didn't trust her. He just wanted someone to talk to, that's all. Someone that could help him kill the boredom. The only easily accessible 'person' from home that he wasn't in love with. Wait, no, that's wrong. Not love, crushes. They had to be 'just silly crushes', or...or when would he ever be able to face them again? He's not Micheal, he can't hide this shit well enough to fool anyone. He'd only barely managed to hold it together when his parents left, and even then Rich had noticed something off pretty quickly. Hell, Rich had probably noticed something off before he'd ever started hiding from them. How freaked out must those two be by now?
He's a terrible person for running like this, but the only alternatives he can think of are worse.
Jake suddenly allows his head to drop down onto the table with a thud, crushing the little paper dog he'd been working on. Fuck everything.]
(no subject)
Date: 2018-05-15 11:16 pm (UTC)Jake's response is... so surprising. It doesn't really track with what Michael knows of Jake at all. That sobers him a little.]
Dude don't bullshit me. I... I know I'm not exactly coherent right now... I've been. Holding this in, honestly. I'm really freaking out.
[He shakes his head, looking at Jake like he's grown another head.] Are we talking about the same Rich? C'mon bro he forgave you for that instantly. He was only ever just worried! He fuckin thinks you hate him now, dude!