Starboy

Diego turned to give Johnny an ugly star, brows knitting together. Whatever, he knew his singing was gorgeous, top of the class and that no one could ever out-sing him… Except for Beyonce. But besides her, he knew he was a wonderful singer.

Facing back towards the cabinets, Diego reached for a couple cups to go fill water. “Ice?” He was willing to get what Johnny wanted only for the moment, but also because he knew the trouble it would be for Johnny to get his own specifics.

“And it’s a good song, what can I say? Trying to perfect something can be a repeating process, yknow. Practice makes perfect is what all of the bests say!” He cackled.

“Anyways. You said you had something you wanted to talk about. I’d say we get the elephant in the room out of the way before we continue bashing each other across the head with verbal maces.”

“Yeah, i’ll take some ice.” Johnny agrees, looking at his hands and waiting patiently as Diego spoke of ‘practice makes perfect’. Johnny didn’t care about practicing at all.

“I want to talk about how you and I should hang out more. I didn’t know you were right above me this entire time-- also. I’ll apologize for talking shit directly to you about you. But did we know? No. We didn’t.”

“..Alright.” Diego didn’t particularly want to play up with Johnny’s fondness of the paranormal right now. So instead, he fell silent as he got up to go fetch them both a glass of water.

“I’d say one of us talked more shit about the other. I’m hurt, Johnny. You really think that my singing is that bad?” Diego’s voice dripped with faux sorrow. He could really care less of what people thought of his singing.

“You woke me up a good 3 times that day with your damned singin’! I don’t understand how you have so much energy.” then again, Diego was somewhat as the people on Johnny’s forums called a ‘normie’. 

“It wasn’t too bad the first time, sounded good. Second time it was getting a little ‘oh this song again?’ and then the third was the final straw. Remember?” he threw a fit that day and hit the ceiling with a broom handle.

“You’re barely an inch taller than me, don’t think you can make jokes like that now,” Diego followed after him, sitting in the chair across the dinner table from Johnny. This was awkward, having someone else in his space.

“I’m sure you strained your voice from yelling at me earlier, would you like.. uh, some water?” Boy howdy, did he feel awkward. And he hated it. He didn’t like feeling this awkward around somebody that he’s known for so long. But also, this is the guy who they’ve shit talked each other about… to each other…

“I’ve lived here for some time, can’t even begin to count the days. I barely remember the first day I moved into this place,” Diego was getting up anyways. The stiffness in the room made him parched.

“You don’t remember? Hm, aliens probably.” he wouldn’t know which species, but the Greys were the kind to erase memories, though the CIA were also capable- anyway Johnny, focus.

“Uh yeah, some water would be appreciated.” he nodded in agreement, he did do a lot of yelling earlier thanks to someone. He waits before he brings it up, when Diego stood is when Johnny started.

“Why are you telling me how to run my home? Isn’t the proper response to seeing your online friend for the first time ‘Wow! It’s so wonderful to see you, you’re so handsome!’?” Diego moved out of the threshold, holding the door further open to make it more accessible for Johnny’s crutches.

This was an awkward experience to say the least. He felt like, from Johnny’s tone, that he was being scolded. Or like he came home too late at night and Johnny was the parent sitting in the arm chair and waiting for Diego to come home just to say ‘Do you know what time it is?’

Hearing Johnny’s voice without the occasional lag or the background white noise was also jarring. The accent was more clear in person.

“So what did you want to talk about, J-Kid– er, Johnny? Hopefully it’s about how happy you are to realise I’m such a close shoulder to lean on now.”

“Jus’ call me Jkid.” it was more natural after all, the british accent was easy to hear before but it was more- crisp? if he could explain that. “Yeah, you really are. I’d just have to lower my head a bit, ‘gama.” 

Johnny enters the other’s room and quickly sat in a chair, oh the relief that appeared as his face, he rests his crutches beside him and sighs.

Frozen at his laptop, genuinely surprised by the turn of events, Diego stared at the door. Was someone he knew online really this close? For this long? He couldn’t deny it. He’s done enough voice chats with this guy to know that voice.

Finally deciding to get up, Diego heads straight for the door and unlocks it to crack it open.

“And how may I help you?”

What the fuck. He was a inch shorter than himself, he was .. here. This was his neighbor that he talked shit about-- to Diego! Oh fuck.

Johnny leans on the door a bit and stares him in the face.

“Don’t hosts invite their guests in? I need to sit down, I can’t stand for long you know that.” other than that, he’s trying to think of what to say. He had seen Diego’s images in the past but never expected to see him up close, or known he was this close.

it’s poor. he’s still healing, and frequently uses his wheelchair. but on occasion uses his crutches. 

he can’t stand for too long however, so keep in mind in most face to face threads he will be likely in his chair.

“Hey, surprise, bitch!”