Work in Progress (multiple pairings)

Roxy crossed her arms. "Nothing because he isn't real."

"He is real. You have to promise not to tell anyone, but I could call him, or skype him to prove it, but you can't tell!" Jane blushed

"And why shouldn't I tell anyone?"

"Because my dad will literally kill him" Jane replied

Roxy shrugged at her. "If you say so Jane."

Dave rolled his eyes as he went upstairs. Girls were just too weird for his taste. He cracked John's door open, peeking into the room before going inside.

"You know him. Dad knows him." Jane blushed. "We all see him often enough"

John was laying with his back to the door, with the blanket pulled up over his head so only his hair showed. The little trash can usually kept by his desk was sitting next to the bed. He seemed to be asleep

Roxy rolled her eyes. "Sure Janey."

Dave closed the door after he stepped into the room. He set the water and pill bottle on his night stand. The blonde sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"Its Dick" Jane finally stated.

John groaned when the bed shifted.

Roxy was frowning anymore. "That's not funny Jane. I get it, you're a homophobe and you won't date me. You don't have to make up rediculous lies to turn me down."

Dave put a hand on his side. "John?"

"I'm not lying!" Jane replied "I can call him and prove it, we've been dating almost a year"

John groaned again. "I'm dying"

Roxy rolled her eyes again. "Whatever. I'm not dealing with this bullshit. I'm going home. Dave will need a ride later."

"I brought you some water and medicine."

"Fine!" Jane snapped, sounding ready to cry. "Don't believe me. You're the only person I even trusted enough to tell!"

John turned his head to look at Dave. His face was a little flushed. "Water?" he asked hopefully

"Whatever. Just keep up with your dumb little lie." Roxy was stomping over to the door. "Call me when your lies aren't so stupid."

Dave nodded, grabbing the glass. "Sit up so I can help you drink."

Jane went to the kitchen and sat at the table.

John struggled into a sitting position.

Roxy slammed the door when she left.

Dave wrapped an arm around John's shoulder, helping him sit.

"What was that?" John asked

Dave shrugged slightly. "Don't know." He held the glass up to John's lips. "Drink."

John closed his eyes and drank.

Dave kissed his cheek. "I love you."

"You really probably shouldn't be kissing me right now" John stated

"I don't care. I want to kiss my boyfriend."

"I've been violently ill since last night"

"I'm sorry John. I'm really sorry. I love you."

"I love you too, but I don't think my being sick is your fault"

Dave wrapped his arm around John. "I don't want to fight."