Well there is actually, they’re friends. They’re friends and they love each other and it doesn’t mean any less than if they were dating and they loved each other. They’re friends and that means devotion and affection and loyalty and love, and there is no point in which that love reaches a level that immediately indicates that their relationship must be romantic.
content warning: threats of violence/homophobia for plot reasons
Over the next few weeks, the calls with Robby became a daily occurrence. Every night when Robby got home from work, he texted Dennis asking if he was free to call. Then, after a while, he stopped texting first. Dennis quickly developed a Pavlovian response to the sound of his phone ringing.
Unfortunately, with Robby's job being so demanding, Dennis spent most of his days completely bored out of his mind. That was the only reason he kept posting and chatting online. He needed something to do when he wasn't in class.
Every day became a game of waiting for the clock to strike 6, when Robby got off work over in Pittsburgh, and then a little more waiting for him to get home so they could text, or now, call. It had been like that a little longer than Dennis cared to admit.
Dennis thought he could have a relatively decent chat with someone else every once in a while when Robby was busy.
Boy, was he wrong.
Dennis closed out of the app and flopped back on his bed as tears stung at his eyes. All he wanted was to chat with somebody while his favorite sugar daddy was at work. And all he got was dick pic after dick pic (some looking like they were riddled with disease, honestly) and a bunch of rude assholes.
Was it always this bad? Surely he wouldn't have continued for so long if he had always been bombarded with a bunch of jerk-offs and jerks. He opened the app again, checked his account, and scrolled through the list of people he had blocked, only to realize that it was extremely long.
Thousands of freaks that had spammed him, threatened him, or sent nasty pictures and videos he definitely didn't ask for or want.
Maybe it was always this bad. Maybe he had just been better at ignoring it before Robby came along. Now the comparisons were just far too obvious. Every time some new guy messaged him, he always thought, Robby wouldn't talk to me like this. Robby would ask me how I'm feeling before asking for pictures of my asshole. Robby wouldn't even ask me for that. Because Robby's nice.
Besides the fact it brought Robby to him, Dennis kind of regretted this whole account. He looked at all his slutty pictures again and obsessively read through the comments. Among all the compliments were some really violent sexual threats and this one weirdo with a Jesus profile picture who kept commenting religious horseshit on most of his posts. His chest got tighter and tighter, and it got harder and harder to breathe as he kept searching for all the worst comments and messages.
His phone suddenly ringing scared him so bad he dropped his phone directly onto his face and swore very loudly before scrambling to grab it from where it fell in the gap between his bed and the wall.
The call dropped by the time he fished it out, and seeing the time, he grinned, thinking it was Robby. But when he checked his missed calls, he saw it was his brother. Ugh.
He returned the call with so much more ire than his poor unsuspecting brother deserved. "What the heck do you want, Brian?"
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I feel like about 75% of this is me imitating the original style and 25% of this is my style seeping though (sorry Luke) but trust I’m I’m gonna try to be as biblically accurate as possible. I might even clean these up! so many possibilities!!
“i’ve never done anything for anyone but myself. i will build walls and isolate myself if it means avoiding the potential of getting hurt. the world is out to get me, and i will not be caught with my guard down. nothing has ever mattered more than my own self interest.
except you.”
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“i am nothing if i’m not helping others. when considering a path of action, my own wants and needs are barely (if ever) taken into account. i have done nothing in life but be at the service of others because it is the right thing to do. there’s no other option. i’ve never pursued anything just because it’s something i truly desire.
