Alright, this is a fanfiction dedicated to BokunoVriska on Tumblr. Because she really wanted it. So here it is. I really don't know how long its going to be, but we will see.

Vriska tapped a heeled foot against the moist pavement. She could tell it had rained recently, not because the cement was wet, but because the air itself felt wet, humid. Her head turned to her left, hand going into her pocket as she adjusted her shoulders against the wall of the building, bringing her free hand to her mouth. Smoking was a horrible habit, but it made her seem cooler and calmed her down. Well, in her eyes anyways. She was sure to everyone else, it just made her look like a deliquent. Then again, she was, so why hide who she was?

"What are you doing?" The small voice made Vriska whip her head around. Beside her stood a brightly coloured girl, long black hair poofing out around her arms. It was so long, but curly at the same time. She contrasted to the area around her.

"What do you want?" Vriska dismissed Feferi by looking away and taking another drag from her smoke.

"I want you to stop this." She clutched hard at the plastic bag in her hand. Even though she wasn't looking, she could still hear the way the plastic crinkled in the palm of her fragile hand, constricted by her fingers. Vriska's eyes fell to the ground. She knew what she meant, but she still had to ask.

"Stop what." It wasn't a question. It was directed more so to be a threat, but it still came out sounding slightly intruiged.

"Vriska, seriously! Don't act like you don't know!" Feferi's hand was on the sleeve of Vriska's lether jacket. "Do you think I don't notice? How did you get this? You didn't have it when you left for school this morning." Vriska didn't look. Feferi's eyes grew wide with realization, her hand releasing the leather as she took a step back. "You didn't go this morning did you?"

"Its not like it matters. I don't need what they're teaching me. I don't plan on doing anything-"

"That's not the point Vriska! Go to school and better yourself so you're not whoring yourself out on the street corner!" Feferi's voice was loud, screaming. Vriska had never heard it reach such a high octave. Vriska's eyes were wide as she looked over at her friend, her room mate. They'd moved in together, attempting to get away from the confined lives of their parents, both for different reasons. Feferi wanted to prove she could look after herself, while Vriska wanted to get away from her nagging mother. Feferi was turning into her mother though.

"I'm not whoring myself out. What makes you think that?" Vriska's voice shook. She was attempting not to scream at her, but it was proving difficult.

"Look at yourself. You can't tell me you're not doing something illegal. Damn it Vriska, you're hardly legal!"

"I'm legal in three months." Vriska beamed triumphantly.

"But your not legal right now." Feferi hated this. She was turning eighteen, but she seemed to think she'd already turned eighteen. The two were completely different things to an officer. "Just come home, please? I promise not to tell anyone you didn't go to school. I'll tell the teachers you were sick at home with the 24 hour flu or something okay?"

Vriska sucked in her lip, looking away. She hated this. How could she say no to her, when she offered to protect her ass? Snarling, she pushed away from the wall, taking a quick drag from her smoke before tossing it to the ground. "24 hour flu and nothing less, got it?" She pointed an accusing finger in Feferi's face before brushing past her and starting for home. Feferi's eyes fell before she slowly turned and started following after her friend.

Feferi always wondered what happened to her. She'd been such a nice kid as a child. Always smiling, always laughing. Then her father passed away, and then a boyfriend. Who deserved such a thing? Two deaths to people you loved so strongly. Vriska had started coming to school less and less often as time continued forwards. Eventually, Feferi found her out on the streets, passed out high or drunk. To Vriska, it didn't matter. Feferi caught up with Vriska, giving her a scrutenizing look. "What happened to your French accent? I know you have one." Vriska blushed.

"Well...eh. I try and hide it when I'm out." Vriska rolled her shoulders as she let her accent slip back. She spoke english so well, but she'd been raised in a french speaking community, so she'd picked up the accent. "Why? You like it?"

"Well, your not Vriska without the accent. To me anyways." Feferi shrugged. She'd started skipping along side Vriska. All she could see out of the corner of her eye was Feferi's head bobbing up and down. She had to be a good foot or so taller than her. "So, think we can work on...weaning you off some of the drugs? Just a few."

So this is where it was going. She just wanted her to sober up and go to school like a good girl. "I'm not changing, just because you think I should." Vriska yelled, not even bothering to look where she was going. She slammed hard into a boy walking towards them. "Watch where you're fucking going you retard." She sneared. The boy looked up through his shaggy hair, giving her the exact same expression.

"I was. Your the twat who decided she was fucking queen of the world and owned the damn side walk. Jesus Christ get your head out of your fucking ass." He didn't even bother waiting for an answer from her before he walked off.

"What did you-" Vriska started, only to have a hand clamped around her mouth. She fought Feferi off and rounded on her. "What are you doing?"

"Don't." Feferi's voice was soft. "Don't you know who that is?" When Vriska just gave her a confused look, she continued on. "That's Karkat Vantas. He's the schools biggest delinquet. He's been in and out of jail all year. I think he'd been in jail more than he has school. He's bad news. The other day he knocked a kid unconcious for knocking over his tray of food." Feferi's eyes darted around, looking anywhere but Vriska. "I just...didn't want you to get hurt."

"I highly doubt I would get hurt. Incase you haven't noticed, I'm pretty much like that dick-wad."

"R-right...sorry. I forgot. I just...keep thinking of you like that little girl I grew up with." Feferi giggled nervously. "C'mon, lets go home."

"Sure."