forum angsty one on one (preferably gay)

Started August 11, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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(up to you, it doesn't really matter to me. here's a template btw)

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Outfit:
Looks:
Backstory:
Other:

Name: Denzel Jones
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Personality: Shy, awkward, sweet, loyal, cuddly, insecure, depressed
Outfit:

Looks: Dark brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, freckles, and thick glasses
Backstory: Let himself get hit by a car
Other: Nope

Name: Julian
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Always tired, takes him a while to warm up to people, doesn't like to be alone but gets nervous when he's with just one person, is constantly tired but can't sleep well because of nightmares, snaps at people if they say the wrong thing but will quickly apologize, has PTSD and depression, has panic attacks often, when he starts to get to know somebody he'll smile at them a lot more often and he'll open up to them about his life but he hates talking about what happened to him in high school
Outfit: Usually wearing loose flannel and a t shirt with beat up converse and faded jeans, sometimes will wear a hoodie instead, has a lip piercing
Looks: Sort of wavy ginger hair that's shaved at the sides, lots of freckles on his back, arms, shoulders, and face, pale skin, blue eyes, light muscle but pretty skinny, often has bags under his eyes, very tall

Backstory: His backstory is pretty elaborate but the most important thing about it is that there was a school shooting when he was 17, the day before he turned 18. The shooting was by his ex girlfriend, Pandora, who wounded two of his friends, killed on of his friends and his younger sister, and killed 3 students that he didn't know. Julian was forced to watch all of it, and was shot directly in the chest before the police arrived. The bullet missed his heart but hit his left lung.
Other: He has a scar on his chest from the bullet wound, and sometimes has trouble breathing from his damaged left lung.

(me neither but it's fine I can try lol)
Julian let out a sigh, letting the pile of heavy books in his arms drop to the table with a loud thud. He collapsed into his chair and sat there for a while, glaring at the menacing stack of books like they had just insulted his mother. It had been a long and stressful day, and he really, really didn't want to spend the rest of it studying in a musty library. He leaned back, running a hand through his fluffed up hair and looking across the room. There was that guy again. The tall guy with the glasses who had been following him around for months now, but not saying anything to him. He blinked and looked back down at the table, opening one of the books and pushing the rest to the side.

Denzel leaned against the table, watching him study. It had hit him before that this could be considered creepy, but it wasn't like he could actually see him. He was dead, after all, and he didn't watch him every second. He hummed a bit, picking at his nails. He vaguely remembered some of that subject, but he never got to that topic. He tried to steal glances at the words, a bit curious.

Julian's grip tightened on his pencil as he scribbled down notes. It was as if he could feel this guy's eyes burning into his skull. He probably should've said something a while ago about it, but he didn't want to upset or embarrass the guy, and it's not like he was watching Julian sleep at night. Not that he knew of, anyway. He visibly shuddered at the thought.

He tilted his head slightly, wondering why he was shivering. He didn't really feel temperature any more, but he always remembered the library as being warm. He shook it off, letting his mind drift away. Okay… so maybe getting hit by a car wasn't the smartest thing I've done… I actually kinda miss being alive…

Nearly an hour later, the guy was still standing there. Julian sighed and closed his book, deciding that he would continue studying later, when the dude wasn't around. With Julian's sleep deprivation, depression, stress, and general moodieness, his "stalker" was really starting to get on his nerves. He picked up his books and stood up, turning to leave. I swear if he follows me, I'm going to fucking lose it, he thought as he began to walk away.

He walked after him, not being the greatest at picking up on things and having nothing better to do. He fiddled with the ends of his sweater sleeves, picking at a few loose threads.

Julian suddenly stopped, feeling anger flare up in his chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself before whirling around to face his silent stalker, raising a finger to point directly at him. "You," he said, keeping his face and voice as passive as possible, "why are you following me?"

He leaned back, blinking in surprise. "You… you can see me?" He whispered, still shocked. He mind went crazy, mainly panicking about the fact that The guy he was haunting could see him! This was not something he had a back up plan for!

"What the hell do you mean? You're not hiding," he said, confused. His irritation was starting to become apparent. "And you didn't answer my question. Why are you following me?"

"You're not supposed to see me." He said dumbly. "I'm dead."

Julian scoffed. "Wow, you really are crazy," he said, but felt a bit of doubt as he glanced around him. There were people shooting Julian odd looks, but nobody seemed to notice or pay attention to the "dead" person in front of him. "What kind of messed up prank is this?"

He shook his head. "I-it's not." He whispered, stepping back. "I promise, it's not." He nervously adjusted his glasses. "I'll… I'll just go." He said, awkwardly side stepping through a wall.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Julian said, his voice raising a bit. People turned to give him more odd looks, and he felt a bit of panic in his chest. He dropped his books and slipped out the door since he couldn't pass through a wall, and he looked for where the ghost stalker guy could've gone.