A/N- I had some free time today, so I started a new story! I love Dirk, I didn't want to make him the bad guy, but I needed a plot. Sorry. I don't own Homestuck.

Sneak

By ZaffleBirdie

You sit on the couch and are dumbfounded. You just found some tapes hidden in the back of your closet about ten minutes ago and you decided to check them out. You never expected this and it makes you sick to your stomach.

Your name is Jake English, and your boyfriend is a sneaky little cheat.

You turn of the tv and pace the room. How could he do this to you? He was always checking in on you, wondering where you were. You used to think it was a bit overbearing, but cute. You thought he was making sure you weren't cheating on him. You were wrong. That bloody liar was making sure he wouldn't get caught!

You could hear the front door open, and your heart rate skyrockets. Your face heats up and you can feel yourself become even more infuriated at the sound of his voice.

"Jake? Sweetheart? Are you home?" He calls out.

You emerge from the living room, absolutely livid. "Yes, dear," you spit, your voice laced with venom,"I've been waiting for you." You walk up to him and place your arms around his neck, standing in your toes to match his gaze. "Where have you been?" You say, the fake sweetness making the words sound harsh.

"Visiting a friend. He was having trouble with his TV set so I went to help him." He grabbed your waist and shuffled you to the kitchen with him.

You let go of him and leaned against the counter. "Is this the same friend who's computer crashed last week, and who's walls needed to be painted the week before, and who's kitchen needed to be retiled the week before that? The friend that I still haven't meet even though you swore I knew all your friends?"

He looked at you like you were speaking another language. "Yeah, he just got a new house. It needs a lot of work. He's really shy though."

"Well, why don't you invite him over sometime, we could end up being the best of chaps!" You nearly yell.

"Woah, Jake, is something wrong?" He finally noticed your irritation.

You face is extremely red by now, "Cut the bullshit, Strider. Tell me what your hiding and I might forgive you."

Dirk winced, he knew you never cussed unless you were really pissed. He quickly examined you, noticing that you had your holster on and your pistols were settled inside.

"I see you have your guns with you. You look really sexy when you have your guns out," the nervous blond said, avoiding your demands.

You pull one of your pistols out of its resting spot and examine it before taking a up your shooting position and aiming at the dirty cheat.

"You've always known just what to say around me. I never suspected anything."

Dirk raised his arms submissively, and a smirk spread across his face, "Okay, I see what's going on. You want to do some of that kinky BDSM shit, huh? Alright, just make sure you have the safety on, last time was way to close of a call for my taste."

Your scowl didn't leave you face. There's no way he could be serious! His arms slowly lowered to the side as he realized you weren't smiling, and it became apparent that you weren't going to even consider putting on the safety on.

"I found the tapes, Strider. You have a lot of nerve to think you could hide something like that," Your posture is perfect and your aim doesn't waver. Your mind has gone completely blank aside from one thought: You're going to kill Dirk Strider for breaking your heart.

"English, what are you talking about? Just put the gun down and we can talk about this crazy delusion your having," Dirk demanded.

You begin to shake a bit,"You cheated on me you bloody scum-bag! I found the tapes! How much of an idiot can you be? Why the hell would you tape it? Why would you keep the tapes in your own boyfriend's fucking closet?" You throat begins to throb from screaming.

"Jake, I-" he began to say.

"No! Just shut up! I don't want to hear it! You know, this whole time I thought you were afraid it would be me in this position. I mean, you were always calling me, asking me where I was. You were just covering your ass! I say, Strider, my finger's starting to itch a bit", you say, moving your index finger from the barrel to the trigger. You see Dirk's orange eyes grow wide behind those stupid anime shades. You despised him.

"You wouldn't dare, English." He knew he was in trouble, resorting to calling you by your last name.

Your eyes narrow and you lower the gun a bit so it's pointing at his heart, or what would be his heart if there wasn't a black void there. "Oh, really? Watch me."

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could count every second. 1...You take your stance...2...You finger pulls back...3...There's a loud bang...4...Dirk begins to fall. Every moment after speeds up, and you feel like you don't have any time.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You pace the room. You didn't plan on doing it. You were going to keep the safety on, just scare him a bit. When you took it off, it just felt so...right. You got so caught up in the moment, and now there was a dead body on your kitchen floor, spilling blood all over the place.

You begin to hyperventilate. You turn the safety on and return the gun to its holster. You rush to your room an pull out a duffle bag, filling it with clothes, your cell phone, and toiletries, as well as several other essentials.

You stop and run a hand through your dark brown hair, messing it up more than it usually is. You have know idea where your going to go. You just have to leave.

You get in your car and begin to drive. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the picture you keep in the sun visor. You pull over on a country road and take the picture out.

A young man with dark hair matching yours has his arm wrapped around you. He has a huge grin plastered on his face, showing his buck teeth. His eyes were squeezed shut behind square glasses.

Your name is Jake English, and you need to go see your ex-boyfriend.

Jake: Be the dorky guy.

A/N-So this is just a bit of sadstuck drabble...well, more like angst stuck. I felt really successful when I gave this to my friend and she said she was going to punch me in the face. Mission accomplished. Please review, favorite, and/or follow so I know how I'm doing. There will only be two more chapters in this, but it might not be posted for a while since I still need to work on Irreplaceable. Thanks for reading!

~ZaffleBirdie