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Hoobie walked to the park, heading to that spot near that bench he and Dave always hung around. He saw Dave sitting at the bench, the tree providing shade that covered his side of the bench. Dave didn’t seem to notice him, instead looking at something on his phone.
“Yo dude,” Dave looked up, his gaze meeting Hoobie’s. “What’s up? You’ve been ignoring me for a few days and now you suddenly wanna meet up and talk about something?” Hoobie took a seat on the bench, slinging his left arm on the backrest. Dave hesitated for a moment, “I just..I dunno dude..”
Hoobie let out a groan, quickly getting annoyed. “Dudeee, just tell me. I don’t need you wasting my time, I’ve got plans with Jim Bob later.” Dave’s expression hardened. “Right. Well I…” Dave let out a sigh. “Hoobie, what am I to you?”
“What?” Hoobie looked at him in confusion. “You’re my friend, duh.” Dave frowned. “Is that it? Just a friend?” “Yeah, what else would you be?” Hoobie asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, I don’t know, your lover?” Hoobie looked at him in shock. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about? Where is this even coming from? Are you okay?”
“What do you mean ‘where is this coming from’? Was the stuff we did together not enough for you? Was that first kiss we shared not enough?” Dave shouted. Hoobie gestured for him to quiet down, speaking in a quiet voice, “Dude, quiet down. People are gonna hear us. Besides, that didn’t even mean anything. We were both bored once.”
Dave scoffed. “And what about the times afterwards? The times we hung out and shared ice cream? The times we spent calling late at night? That time we pulled an all nighter to study for an exam?? The times you’ve dragged me into the boys bathroom so we could kiss in private?” Tears brimmed his eyes as he looked at Hoobie in anger. “And that apparently meant nothing to you!”
Hoobie rolled his eyes, looking at Dave in annoyance. “Dude, you’re taking things too seriously. It’s just stuff that friends do. All guys kiss their homies.” Dave looked at Hoobie in disbelief. “Hoobie, that’s the gayest shit I’ve ever heard out of your mouth.” “Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Anyways, are you done? I’ve got stuff to do with Jim Bob.”
Dave sighed, “And that’s another thing. Recently, ever since Jim Bob got some of the same classes as you, you started being more distant. You’ve been brushing me off like I’m just some..some second choice.” Hoobie groaned, looking extremely uninterested in this conversation. “Dude, like I said, you’re taking this wayyy too seriously. I haven’t hung out with him in a while, just trying to make it up for him.”
“Oh and what, you’re gonna make it up to him by cancelling our plans? Last week, you literally cancelled our study session because he wanted you to buy him food. He literally clings onto you like a pet. Whenever he’s around, you literally ditch me to go hang out with him,” Dave said, wiping the tears that were starting to fall.
Hoobie shook his head. “Bro, if you’re jealous, just say that. I’ll hang out with you next week. It’s fineee.” Then Dave stood up, not even bothering to face Hoobie. “No. I’m done with this. You clearly don’t give a shit, so I won’t either. You can do whatever the fuck you want with Jim Bob. I don’t care. Just don’t come back to me crying when something goes wrong for you.” And with that, Dave stormed off.
Hoobie just watched as Dave did so, rolling his eyes. “Man, he’s so dramatic..”