Just a quick reminder: This is a Homestuck DaveJade story. We do realize that the kids started out as 13 years old. However, we have this set a bit in the future. The kids would be around 18 present day, so this is about 2 years in the future. Yes, we realize that most of these characters are dead but in the world of fanfiction anyone can be there. Asher is a character of our own. All Homestuck related items such as pesterlogs/pesterchum and characters belong to Andrew Hussie.

This was a collab with hushimthinking.

Lovestuck

Prologue

Once there was a girl named Jade Harley and guy named Dave Strider. She was the Witch of Space and he was the Knight of Time. They liked each other but their guardians had hated each other for many years. Jades grandpa had already had arranged a marriage with someone Jade did not love. Jade couldn't understand why her grandpa couldn't see that she loved Dave. She didn't understand why her grandpa couldn't see what she saw. He's just so handsome…and cool.

Dave Strider

Oh man! I'm so mad! It's not right, keeping me away from Jade. I swear. Why do we have to suffer because some old crappy fight between our families? It's like some Romeo and Juliet crap up in here. All we need is some stupid long words. I haven't talked to Jade in a long time, I don't know what's going on. I've pestered her like a million times. Jade would have found a way to contact me, right? That is if she actually ever liked you. No! She loved you man. Gah! You don't know what to think. I don't really understand why I talk to myself sometimes. I think it's just that it helps me blow off some steam. It's like telling someone your feelings without saying it to their face, just to yourself. Plus lets not forget the fact I'm cooler than everyone on planet combined, except probably Bro, so who better to ask advice from. I'm freakin full of great ideas.

I decided to venture out of my room for once to go find him. I finally found him surrounded in none other than puppets.

"Hey, Bro… uh, can I ask you something?" I say. Bro is so awesome. His room is filled with so much freakin coolness. Except the puppets.

"What's up little man"?

"First, I'm not little. Second, this is serious, Bro"

"Oh… alright. Come on." He says as he leads me to the couch and sits down.

"Tell me what's on your mind man." He pats the couch, inviting me to sit next to him, so I do.

"Well… it's about Jade…" I feel kinda sick to my stomach. This is a new feeling I've never had before. I'll figure it out later. I think Bro can sense it or something cause he hands me a bottle of apple juice. Nice! I can face anything with one of those beauties in my hand. Who ever invented apple juice deserves a Nobel Prize.

"I know, the whole family drama but…. Jade hasn't made an effort to talk to me"

"Naw, don't worry about it little man. Girls are like that you see, she just wants some time alone. Just chill out and relax"

"You sure 'bout this?"

"You don't trust your Bro?"

"It's not that I don't but… I just really want to talk to her."

"Stop being so effin emotional man, she'll talk when she wants to talk. I promise."

"Ugh… I just…" I say but trail off. I suddenly realize a lump in my throat. I'm about to cry. I feel my eyes start to get all watered up. I'm lucky I wear sunglasses or Bro would've seen me starting to cry. How embarrassing! Without saying another word, I run up to my room and slam the door.

I start pacing the room, my hands held against my face, and start talking to myself. Dave "cool" Strider does not cry. Dave Strider does not cry, not over some stupid, silly, petty, girl. But you know she's not some stupid, silly, petty girl, Dave! She's Jade Harley! And you love her. Like... a lot. You're so stupid, you don't know what in the world to feel. I realize there are tears dripping down my face. That's right you idiots. Cool people cry too. In fact soon its like my freakin eyes blew up and I can't see anything anymore. I take my glasses off, yes you heard me right and I throw my glasses off because right now they ain't doing a darn thing to make me look cool and I throw them in frustration. I hear them whack the wall. Ahhh…. the sweet, sweet sound of something breaking. It doesn't matter. I have 15 other back ups because they don't call me cool for nothing. Now my whole face is wet and filled with stupid tears because my freaking eyes are a river now. Gosh isn't there a way to turn this darn thing off? Is this how normal uncool people feel like? Ew. I flop down on my bed, isn't there and off switch to this? Now I'm just full out crying. This love stuff is complicated.