Authors note.
Hullo! I'm terribly sorry to be boring you with this at the beginning, but I just wanted to say thank for for reading, and I'm sorry beforehand if I offend anybody. I honestly don't own homestuck or anything, because if I did, I would be writing borderline angsty non canon fanfic. Because then it would be canon3
Jake sat. That's all he ever seemed to do in the numbing gray-scale of school. Shades of black and white ebbed and flowed in an almost comforting fashion. He could feel his eyes idly facing the blackboard. Always seeing, but never really looking. He never had to. School was almost as simple as children's toys for him. Yet here he was. Sitting in his first period class, wondering just what would happen to his life. When would his adventure come? When did life really start? Another part of his brain nagged constantly. One shouldn't worry. Keep routine. Get high marks, get good job, find a nice woman, settle down, the works. While he did love the idea of settling down, he didn't desire a cookie cutter partner. He wanted different. He wanted somebody different, somebody human, somebody that could make him smile. He was never really picky. But that was simply because he had never the chance TO be. As a junior, he still had never had anything close to a girlfriend. Something he never really understood. It was obvious he was more of a closeted sports player than anything. Football wasn't his forte or anything. But he wasn't bad looking in his opinion. That had to count for something, didn't it?
The constant drone of voices filled the room around him. He wasn't normally one for sulking, but today was one of the days he simply couldn't keep his head up. The Strider boy was boasting about something from a previous party, no doubt. He was somebody Jake never really could understand him. He had seen him away from his clique, seen him help others in hall. He was the one in the group that stood out for the poor kids shouted at in the hallway. It was admirable. Yet here he was, together and being just as bad as the rest of them. Jake couldn't completely place the blame on him. The desire to fit in was a natural thing to be drawn to in the human psyche. Dirk's crew all sat at the front of the class. The kind of kids that didn't get any work done unless under the constant watchful eye of an authority figure.
Jake couldn't help but let his eyes wander. The door opened abruptly. He found himself almost jumping. A girl entered almost hesitantly. A thick pair of pink shades matched the pink barrettes in her hair. Jake knew who it was first glance.
"Roxy Lalonde." The teacher raised both angled eyebrows. A sheepish grin was given in return as the girl slugged her way to the back of the room. He could see her black shoes dragging against the scuffed white tiles. Then she sat next to him. Jake watched her movements from the corner of his eye. She slowly removed the glasses, revealing smudged makeup. Yes, it was no doubt there was a party last night. Her and Strider were birds of a feather. Her lips were pouted with a dark shade, and she took turns adjusting her scarf, and surprisingly short skirt. If there was a dress code in this school, then it would be a surprise to him. Jake had been waiting for this day. It was the start of a new year, and there was always a spark in his heart that maybe it would work out for him. He only needed time. And here it was. Roxy Lalonde. He had been waiting for her chair next to his since the eighth grade. And here she was. His eyes caught on the stocking coating her pleasantly thicker thighs. Jake bit his lip and looked away before her tired eyes could meet his. He had thought of her entirely too much for it to be at all normal.
He had to say, a dash of colour in a world of black and white was a welcome change. He could tell already.
School continued, much faster, to his pleasant surprise, she was in a few other of his classes. And when she wasn't, he still thought about her. It wasnt that she didnt have a reputation. She did. And if he had cared about that, there would be no way in heaven or hell he would even touch her. But the best pqart was, he didn't. Okay, maybe a little. But something in her eyes made him disregard that. Even when they were glazed and drunken they had a sparkle he had yet to find in others. Everybody seemed so terrified of the world. She didn't. That was another think Jake was jealous of. Even if she used other methods, she wasn't worried.
Jake had never really had that much chance to be a child. All too often did the fog of reality clog his mind. So often did he sneak to a world of magic and adventure. Where rules meant nothing, and he was able to completely disregard the responsibilities of the world. A place where he could actually act like himself. Dirk, as nice as he seemed, was caged to being something he was not under the will of others. Jake wouldn't be that way. He would be a gentleman, and he would be whoever he damn well wanted to be. There was always hope.
In his dreams, anyway.