A/N: Hiho everyone! Ready for some Humanstuck AradiaXSollux action. Updates every 1-2 week. Let's get this fanfic on the road.

Aradia stared thoughtfully out the window her eyes scanning the seemingly never ending grassy hills that rolled across the horizion. The young woman had recently been uprooted from her home yet again. She was used to it by now. Her father was a banker working for a huge bank incorpartion and they often moved from city to cit never staying in the same spot for more than a year. She had gotten used to new schools and no friends. She was okay with it now. Her mothers voice called back to her from the front seat. "Where here sweetheart! Look at that skyline." Aradia turned her head and stared the skyline that would become her new home. "Welcome to Houston honey!"

A little while later the family stopped at an apartment complex that towered above the city. The tirless of unpacking began. When all was said and done Aradia flopped down on her bed worn out from the days travel. She was about to let her eyes slip close and take a small nap when she heard her mother call her name. "Aradia, could you come here?" She sighed heavily and groggily rolled off her crimson comfter. As she opened the door and walked into the living room she already knew what conversation she was about to have. She had had it a million times. Her mother patted the seat next to her on the couch and Aradia had no choice but to sit down.

"Honey, I know how hard moving is on you. It makes me sad to see that you can never properly settle down anywhere before we pick up and leave," She paused trying to think what to say. "I just want the best for you though. Houston is a great place! You'll love it here and you'll make so many friends!" She sounded like she was tring to convince herself.

Aradia put on a brave smile. "I'm sure I will mom." Before she had arrived though she had made a promise that she wouldn't have any friends or make any attachments. She didn't want to have to say goodbye again.

Her mother gave a grin. "How about you go exploring for awhile. I know how you love that." This was true. The senior in highschool had always loved to explore and had a rather intense curiosity. As a child she would make forts and pretend they were ruins and she was an indiana jones trecking through the jungle looking for a glittering acient treasure.

"Sure mom." Aradia stood up and grabbed her phone stuffing it in her pocket. She grabbed a jacket just in case it was chilly.

"Be back before dinner."

"Sure thing Mom!" Aradia called back before heading out the door and to the elevator. She pressed the down button and waited paitently for the elevator to arrive. When it did she walked in. She was alone in the elevator. It decended and arrived finally on the first floor. She stepped out then walked through the lobby and out into the September air. There was a slight chill that nipped at her exposed hands which she quickly shoved in her pockets and walked down the sidewalks and past the bustling streets.

Aradia payed no heed to where she was going as she twisted and tured through streets avoiding shadowey allyways. She left those dark pathways for another adventure through the concrete jungle. Jegus she was such a nerd. After a while she found she was the only one on the side walk and the sun was waning on the horizon. She was about to turn around and head home when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. She turned her head slowly and saw a huge man standing in the place from which she had came and where she meant to go. The young woman turned her head foward and walked swiftly around the corner and onto the next street. Her heart raced as she turned around again and saw the same towering man following her. She broke into a run.

Aradia's feet slammed against the concrete as she raced through the maze of deserted streets. Her heart jumped when she heard the thudding of heavy steps behind her. She kept running twisting and turning around corners. If she had not been running from a scary man she would have compared the mazework of back alleys to acient ruins dying to be explored by none other than her favorite movie hero Indiana Jones. In her haste and in her fear she didn't see the out streched foot sticking out from behind the next turn. Her foot snagged against the other and she tripped falling flat on her face. She cried out as she hit the apshalt rather hard. The man who had tripped her snickered. "Looks like we caught another brat, Boxcars." Aradia snickered inwardly despite the situation. What kind of a name was Boxcars?

He only grunted in reply and she felt the ground shake as he walked toward her. The bulky man roughly yanked her up by the arm. That's when the realization that she was being kidnapped hit her hard. She began to kick and scream and struggle. Her efforts seem to have no effect on the man however. the shorter one scowled. "Damnit how I wish the lady would just let me stab the stupid brats we abduct there always so noisy." He rubbed his temples as if he had a headache. The man holding her put a hand over her mouth muffling her screams. "Will you just shut the fuck up already? Get her into the car."

"Roger Slick." The trio spun around and began to walk through the maze of alley ways. Oh my god i'm getting kidnapped. Think Aradia. Think. Aradia closed her eyes in concentration racking her brain for a solution. Suddenly the man holding her came to an arubt stop and gave a low growl. "Looks like the punks found us." Aradia's eyes snapped open and she was startled and relived to find three teenagers around her age blocking the exit of the alley. The one who stood on the left was ripped with muscles along his arms that were exposed since he was wearing a tank top. He was tall and towered over Aradia almost reaching her kidnapper's height. He was tanned and his hair was jet black. Spanish decent if she was correct. The one who stood on the right was short and scrawny. His hair was red and his skin was rather pale. Freckles showed on his cheeks and he wore a rather pissed off expression.

Her eyes finally settled on the one in the middle which she presumed to be the leader. He was tall and thin but not scrawny like the guy on the left. He was sleek and built like a soccer player. He wore a confident smirk on his face that made you think he would get whatever he wanted when he wanted it. He had brown hair that was a few shades darker than Aradia's. The most intruging thing about him though was that he wore 3-D looking glasses. They were oval rimmed with the right one being blue and the left one being red. Aradia could not see his eyes through them and she most certainly could not keep your eyes off him. Aradia then realized that while she had been anylizing the trio she had completly missed the conversation between the groups. The man holding her stumbled backwards as the teenager in the muscle shirt ran up and punched the man holding her in the face causing him to stumble backwards. he let go of her and suddenly remebering the situation she bolted. She sprinted through the lamp lit streets to her apartment complex and did not stop until she reached her bed and flopped down on it with a adreniline, fear, and tired huff. That had been the most terrifiying experince in her life but none of that was on her mind right now. As she closed her eyes there was only one image imprinted on her eyelids. The face off the boy with the funny glasses. She slept puzzling over what color his eyes were.