**Authors note: I do not own homestuck or any of the characters. This is my first story, and it takes place on present day earth. All the characters are human without powers. I.E. Vriska can't control anyone; Sollux can't use telekinetics, etc. I've decided to separate the trolls ages a bit to represent their blood caste. Other than that I hope you enjoy and leave comments.
Your name is Karkat Vantis. The sun is setting along the house covered horizon, the wind is blowing softly just enough for the smells of a barbeque to be carried over the roof top where you're laying gazing deeply into the dusk sky. Your hands are intertwined cupping the back of your head and your feet are placed firmly on the slope to insure you don't slide down. You sit up holding your knees into your chest, and place your chin atop your left leg to look down at the road and your driveway below. Gamzee's car is parked on the street in front of the house, but he hasn't been seen since noon. He disappears from time to time and it's hard to keep track of him, it's hard having a roommate who is always wandering away or slacking off. You pull out your phone to check the time. You have no new messages and the movie you are supposed to start watching with him will be starting soon.
"Fuck!" You shout into the night sky fed up and frustrated knowing he will probably come home half way through the movie drunk and then proceed to pass out shortly after. You make your way to the bedroom window you climbed out of earlier to get onto the roof. Before entering your room you look around one last time for the night looking over the trees and take one last deep gaze into the sun setting in the distance. How you wish you could be anywhere but here and disappointed another night.
As you slip into your room you look around. On your desk is a picture of Gamzee and you from high school. He was a senior while you were a sophomore. You remember that day like it was yesterday, Gamzee had just given you the best news you could have imagined. He was being held back a year, which was good for you because you didn't want to be alone as a junior. He has been your best friend ever since. You place the picture back down not remembering you picked it up in the first place. You turn around and glance at the clock. The movie starts in ten minutes now. You decide it would be best to head downstairs to get ready just incase Gamzee surprises you and shows up.
"Gamzee!" you shout as you walk down the stairs .You listen for a reply, but no one responds. You raise your hands up to your head and rub your temples, and then you run both hands through your hair slightly pulling it out of frustration. You continue to walk down the stairs. When you reach the bottom you shake your head in disappointment and make your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn. As the microwave hums away heating up the popcorn you get the television turned on and set to the right channel. You push the coffee table out of the way and pull out the folding bed in the couch and drape it in blankets to relax in. You return to the kitchen to get the popcorn before the microwave starts making that beeping noise you find so irritating. You decide to skip the bowl and eat from the bag since it looks like it will be just you again tonight. On your way into the living room you shut out the lights and curl up with some blankets in the corner of the couch.
You open your eyes slightly looking into the now very bright room. Pieces of popcorn are scattered across the blanket draped bed. You swipe your thumb across the corner of your mouth and wipe away some drool. Unknowingly you fell asleep during the movie last night, however, the television is off now and you swear that you only fell asleep with one blanket, but you're covered in two or three now. That must mean only one thing that Gamzee is home. No longer feeling groggy but full of anger you jump out of bed and storm up the stairs to his room.
"Gamzee! You fuckass!" You shout furiously as you run up the stairs stepping loud enough to wake him incase he is asleep. "Gamzee! Wake up we need to fucking talk about your commitment issues!" You shout even louder as you march down the hall to his door. "Gamzee!" You yell again as you being to pound on his door. He always locks his door whenever he is asleep. You reach for the doorknob anyways to see if you can force it open, but to your surprise it's unlocked and Gamzee isn't here. The anger quickly dissipates and turns into concern. Who tucked you in? Who shut off the television? You guess that you could have been cold and in your sleep you pulled the covers up, and it is possible you set a sleep timer on the television for when the movie ended. It just doesn't feel right. You know as a fact you didn't set a sleep timer. Hell you don't even know if your television has a sleep timer, and as for the blankets you have never moved in your sleep. Sure there's a first time for everything but it is certainly not this time. You press your back to the door frame and slide down as you sigh. Where is Gamzee? Why isn't he home yet? Did he come home and leave? So many questions start running through your head and you begin to feel a headache coming on.
You shove everything to the back of your mind for contemplation later and you proceed downstairs and make some coffee. While it's brewing you clean up the living room a little, but mainly just the popcorn and straighten up the blankets a little. You didn't feel like folding away the bed yet and moving all the blankets back to the closet. When you're done you pour yourself some coffee and head back upstairs to your room. As you reach the door you instinctively try to press it open with your back like normal. When you moved into this house with Gamzee you removed the doorknob lock so you were able to push furniture though your door easily. As you grew accustomed to this feature you installed a deadbolt above the doorknob in the event you ever did want to lock yourself in. However this time your back pressed itself against the door and your hot coffee nearly spilled out of the cup and onto your shirt.
"Ahha! This is where you have been fucking hiding! Wake up fuckass and open my fucking door!" You shout into the door as you begin pounding on it. "Ugggghhh" you hear a groan from the room, but it isn't Gamzee. "Calm your tits Karkles, I'm coming." You hear a voice say. The door unlocks and pulls inwards. Terezi stands in the doorway. You can tell she just got up because she is standing there in her boy shorts and a tank top looking slightly upset that you have been shouting and stomping around for the past half hour.
**Authors note: Hey fellow readers and writes of homstuck fanfic! I just wanna take the time to thank you for reading this far! Like i said up top this is my first story ever. I have never written fanfic of any kind, but i really wanted to take a shot at it. I really enjoy writing and I hope you guys enjoy it too! Anywhoo thanks again!
