So the whole idea for this started because I wanted to give the high bloods some love. No other reason than that. I was actually just writing this for myself, but my sister wanted me to post it and you know how that goes. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Homestuck and all the lovely trolls in it belong to Andrew Hussie.

The three trolls walked side by side by side in darkness as they approached the ironically-three-story building, each retaining a different opinion towards their current situation. The youngest, only 7 sweeps, was thrilled by the opportunity to make something of herself. Her name was Lumia Koontz, and she was what most referred to as a mustard-blood. Given her blood color, she also possessed psionic powers, but she'd never really learned how to put much use to them. She usually just levitated things when she was too lazy to get up and get them. Regardless, she considered her powers pretty cool, as did her friends.

Her hair was styled in a short bob: black bangs hovering over her left eye and coming to a curl at the end. She had two fangs that protruded from her lips and rested on either side of her mouth, and horns that resembled those of a typical demon: coming to a point while also curving inward a bit. She had on a black t-shirt, and tennis shoes to match. Her beanie was grey, much like her vest and jeans, and on her t-shirt rested her symbol. It was a circle with three nine-like shapes jutting out of the left end, and mirrored the same shade of yellow as her blood. On her back rested a bulky golden backpack, jam-packed with an abundance of supplies that she'd unlikely use, and on her face resided a goofy grin.

She looked to her right and stared at her friend with that same shit-eating grin that almost made him want to smile back. The boy's name was Troi Avens, he was 7 ½ sweeps old, and he couldn't care less about the situation. He had olive colored blood and, not to mention, a gloomy expression, which was no different than any other day, seeing as he typically maintained his dismal poker face. His entire top row of teeth was fangs and his tongue had a nice sized hole in the middle.

His hair was long and rested in a simple ponytail that bounced with every step he took, with only a few strands of black hair on either side to frame his face. His horns are spherical and the size of friggin' doorknobs, which makes everyone who sees them want to find out if they actually turn, which annoys him to no end. He was wearing a black, long sleeved shirt that contained both a dangerously low v-neck and his symbol: an olive green infinity sign. He wore grey pajama bottoms, black sneakers, and a grey collar around his neck designed for disobedient lusus. Slung over one shoulder was his Twilight Sparkle backpack, which he wore with pride because 'My Little Hoofbeast: Moirallegince is Magic' was nothing to be ashamed of.

To HIS right stood yet another troll girl named Phaedra Ellistin, who matched his age (only ahead by a week or so) and had the dark ocean running through her veins: so in other words, she had indigo blood. She had on a black tank top, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and black lace-up combat boots (which she didn't even bother lacing up half the time). On her shirt rested a dark blue pentagram that matched both her blood and her pants, and covering her left eye was a translucent blue eye-gear thingy that served as her portable computer and ensured that both of her eyes were shielded, which brings us to her hair. It was long and choppy, with layered bangs that completely covered her right eye.

On her face is an amused smirk that displays her three fangs: one on the left and two on the right, and her eyebrow is cocked up suspiciously. She doesn't bother with a backpack, figuring that since it's their first day, nothing of importance would go down. Her horns are large half-circles that curve around her head and nearly touch her ear with their tips. Needless to say, they seriously get in the way of things, but she loves them all the same.

The three trolls all stare up at their new High School and scrutinize its appearance. The walls are grey, much like their hives, and there are several yellow-tinted windows on each floor. The front doors are wide open to reveal a busy hallway, full of trolls who arrived early to get situated. Said doors towered over the three eerily, at least 8 feet higher than the top of the stairs. The friends stood silent, until finally, Lumia decided to shower them with enthusiasm.

"Isn't this amazing guys? We're finally old enough to attend High School!" she shouted gleefully, making her two friends want to vomit out of their asses respectively. The two quickly exchanged a glance, and then marched into the building, pushing past the wave of idiots that kept running into them. Not at all affected, Lumia followed them until they were all three safe and sound in the cafeteria. They gathered at a large table in the back-corner of the room, looking for a quiet place to compare schedules and idly chat until the bell rang.

"Alright, lemme see your fucking schedules. I gotta make sure I have classes with you two, cause I ain't sure if I can deal with a whole sweep of nothing but morons," Phaedra said while digging her own schedule and a purple pen from her back pocket. The other two complied and followed suit, digging their schedules out of their bags. Once all three of the papers were out for display, Phaedra snatched them up for comparing.

"Well, do we have any? Come on, don't be a bitch! Tell us," the mustard blood whined after three minutes of intense comparing. Phaedra just rolled her eyes and handed the papers back out to their owners. Lumia snatched the paper and quickly skimmed over it, noticing the purple ink coating it. Troi nonchalantly grabbed his and did the same, rubbing his right temple while doing so.

After a couple minutes of consulting, the trio deducted that they had very few classes together. Troi and Lumia had first period English together, Troi and Phaedra had third period History together, and all three of them shared fourth period Physics/lunch. Each of them frowned at the stupid pieces of paper, deciding that this would definitely take some getting used to.

"How are we supposed to enjoy school if we're separated like this?" Lumia asked with mild annoyance, feeling as if this had all been an elaborate set-up to fuck her and her friends over.

"Call me crazy, but something's telling me that we aren't supposed to have fun in school," Troi responded sarcastically, barely detectable beneath his dreary monotone.

"Bro, I think Troi's right about that. We're supposed to be learning and shit, but that don't mean it sucks tentabulge any less," the indigo blooded troll pondered aloud, winking at Troi as she said it. Knowing she was just being an idiot, Troi offered one of his rare half-smiles and nodded, "It blows my damn mind to think that YOU of all trolls are a genius."

Both Lumia and Phaedra laughed at this, knowing it to be one of the greatest mysteries in all of fucking Alternia. The group continued to make jokes at each other's expense until shouting from the table over interrupted their conversation.

"What the fuck is your problem? How can you possibly get any fucking dumber, seriously? I would genuinely like to know so I can prevent it from ever happening, because I swear, if you got ANY dumber, I would fucking yank down my pants and smack you with my bulge right in front of everyone!"

Troi rolled his eyes at the other trolls idiocy before continuing his conversation with Lumia about his lusus' most recent escapades. Phaedra, instincts taking over, kept listening to the loud troll with a scowl.

"Oh no, you'd probably fucking like that wouldn't you, chum bucket? Jegus, why I even put up with you, I'll never fucking know."

Rocketing into defend mode, Phaedra stood where she was, narrowed her eyes at the boy, and shouted.

"Hey asshole! What in the fuck is your fucking problem, like seriously? What the hell makes you think it's ok to talk to somebody like that?" she hissed, venom dripping with every word. The loud troll turned and glared at Phaedra, and any one that wasn't staring before definitely was now, including her friends. Troi groaned and squeezed the bridge of his nose in response to his friend's impulsive actions, "Dammit Phaedra, just sit down! It's not even first period yet and you're already getting into it with someone."

The loud mouth grimaced at Troi for a moment before directing his attention back to the girl in the blue skinny jeans.

"Mind your own fucking business would you? Listen to your bulgechaffing friend and sit your ass down!"

Lumia shot out of her seat and frowned, not liking how things were starting out. She looked at the loud troll with sympathy, knowing how abrasive Phaedra could be sometimes, and did her best to console him.

"Look, I'm really sorry about my friend, I'm sure she didn't-"

"Don't fucking apologize for me, I ain't fucking sorry," said friend interrupted harshly, "This fucker needs to learn some respect! Who the hell were you even yelling at in the first place?"

The antagonist pointed at a troll with a cape and a violet streak through his hair before responding with, "I was yelling at this cod piece for trying to pressure this asshole," he firmly explained, now pointing at some troll with red and blue glasses, "into some bullshit Kismesis relationship for the millionth fucking time this week!"

Troi shook his head in despair, wishing none of this was happening, 'Why can't she ever just NOT stick up for someone? It's so pointless and all it's going to do is get us all in trouble…'

"I don't give a flying fuck what he was doing, that doesn't give you the fucking right to say that shit! How would you like it if some fuckass was screaming at you in front of everyone of the first day of school, huh? Oh wait that's right, I'M already doing that!" Phaedra screamed while balling up her fists, prepared to kick this midget's ass for his insolence.

"Phaedra please calm down, this isn't any of our business," Lumia said in an attempt to auspisticise the situation. Both Phaedra and the midget troll turn to face her for a brief moment and growl, and then return to their shouting match, "Gog, I feel so fucking sorry for that dude over there, having to put up with YOUR bullshit. You, with the badass cape, what's your fucking name?"

The troll in the badass cape stares back at her with his mouth wide open, but someone manages to get out a small, "Eridan."

The indigo blood smiles warmly at him, then walks over to him and extends a hand, which he doesn't bother to shake. Disregarding this, she retracts her arm, tilts her head to the side, and places her hands on her hips while continuing to look at the Eridan fellow.

"Well fucking hello to you Eridan, I'm Phaedra. Nice to meet ya. By the way, love the hair bro, like legit. Love the cape and pants, too. Now explain to me, why are you letting midget fuck over there yell at you like that? You're a damn sea dweller, doesn't that mean you have some kind of ability that you can use to silence him or some shit? Cause he's getting real fucking annoying, and you don't need to take that shit from some… What, grey blood? What the hell even is his blood color?"

Eridan scoffs and stands so that he's now taller than Phaedra by a little less than a foot. A girl in a red skirt sitting at the other end of the table merely laughs, which Phaedra doesn't really appreciate, but let's slide when the sea dweller responds with, "I don't need no help from some stinkin' land dwweller, I wwould'vve taken care a' it."

More than a little offended, Phaedra glared at Eridan and crossed her arms, not at all pleased with what he said. Here she was, trying to help somebody, and all she gets in return is some bullshit, smartass answer in a ridiculously basic kind of speech. Weren't sea dwellers supposed to be regal and shit?

"Listen fuckass, I just stood up for you! The least you could do is thank me," she insisted, growing more irritated by the minute. She was about to say something else when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she recognized the troll as Troi and opted to stay quiet. For now. The troll in front of her just frowned at her in revulsion before saying, "Wwhy, I didn't ask for help from nobody? Wwhat made ya think I needed any from you?"

Alright, Phaedra was pissed now. It seemed like everyone at this table was an asshole! She shook off Troi's hand, stood on her tip toes, and got up in Eridan's face: baring her three fangs.

"I fucking helped you because I felt bad for you, and I didn't THINK you needed help, I knew you did. You obviously weren't gonna stick up for yourself, so I had to."

Looking a bit ruffled, Eridan backed up a bit before resuming his look of disdain, "You don't evven knoww me, wwhy should you care?"

Phaedra gaped at this in disbelief. What kind of question was that anyway? She lowered herself back to her usual height and sighed, allowing Troi to soothingly massage her shoulders. Fuck, did she just adore her moirail, always knowing just what to do to calm her down.

"Ya, why would you care," the yellow blood snickered, "Hith own friendth don't, we jutht let him thtick around tho we have thomething to laugh at!"

The girl in the red skirt from earlier sighed audibly and interjected with, "Sollux, he may be upsetting at times, but I highly doubt that that is cause for saying something so crude. He is our friend, even yours, and deserves at least a smidgen of respect, despite his laughable way of speaking," she added with a small smirk. It was then that the midget fuck decided to say something, which just made Phaedra even more upset because holy fuck did she hate him.

"Fuck Sollux, why don't you shove your dual bulges up his fucking nook already? Gog dammit, even I'M not that rude to people!"

"Holy fuck, would you both just shut up already!?" Phaedra yelled in exhaustion, holding a hand out in his direction as if that could shut him up, "Just stop fucking shouting and let me deal!"

The last person sitting at the table, who hadn't done anything but smile the whole time, finally included his own input, "Y'all just need to motherfucking chill," he chuckled, not really taking this seriously, "Kick back and relax with a wicked elixir or-"

"Do not tell me to 'motherfucking chill' you asshat!" the midget screamed, arms flailing above him.

"Jegus, are you just a total ass to ALL of your friends!? Besides, the dude with the white face paint is right, we need to just… Calm down and shit," Phaedra concluded, giving into Troi's magical fucking fingers that were pressing into her skin. Lumia walked over to the five trolls who had been sitting at the table and started apologizing like crazy, embarrassed by her friend's outburst.

"I'm so sorry about this, I hope you don't think too badly of us! She isn't usually like this, I swear!"

Troi snorted from behind Phaedra and, without looking up at the other trolls, contradicted with, "Ya, she is, but she means well. She just hates it when people bully others, so she returns the favor by being a complete bitch to the bully. Ha, guess she didn't expect for the victim to be a complete bastard too, now did ya?" he questioned, now directing his voice towards Phaedra. She groaned in response, annoyed by the fact that he was right. Lumia scowled at Troi, but he continued massaging and pretended not to notice.

By now the crowd around them had dispersed, disappointed that there wouldn't be a fight. The midget was mumbling to himself while the yellow blood smirked at him, finding his anger extremely entertaining. The troll with the face paint just gazed lovingly at the ceiling, most likely somewhere else entirely in that think pan of his. The remaining two just fumbled with their attire, looking for something to do to get out of this awkward situation. Lumia joined them at their table with a frown and crossed her arms, upset with her friends for ruining her first day. So much for making new friends.

Once he was sure she'd calmed down, Troi ceased massaging Phaedra's shoulders and took a seat next to the loopy clown-looking fellow who paid him no mind. Phaedra and Eridan were the only two standing, but Eridan refused to even look at her. This made Phaedra sigh in defeat, with one last, "You're fucking welcome."

She sat down at the chair next to Eridan's, not really caring what he had to say on the matter. So here the eight of them were, sitting at the same table and wanting to murder each other. They remained silent, other than the midget's mumbling, before the girl in the red skirt broke the ice.

"Hello, my name is Kanaya and it's a pleasure meeting you three. You've certainly made our morning interesting," she added with a small giggle that seemed somehow out of place for her. Taking this as her last chance for friendship, Lumia quickly introduced herself, taking the liberty to introduce her friends as well.

"Hi! My name is Lumia Koontz. The guy over there," she motioned at the olive-blood, "is Troi Avens. The girl who started all this," now motioning towards the indigo blood, "is Phaedra Ellistin. Again, I'm like super sorry about all of this."

"Ain't gotta be all up and sorry about nothin' sis. All this did was bring even more motherfuckers together. Shit's like some kind of miracle," the clown said dreamily, still staring at the wall. Lumia raised an eyebrow at Kanaya, who only shrugged in response.

"Shut up about your stupid fucking miracles! They don't even fucking exist!"

Lumia looked over at the midget and forced a smile, undeterred by his constant yelling, and then said, "Well, they might be real! The fact that nobody's fighting seems pretty miraculous to me."

"Why are you guyth even thitting here if you don't know uth?" the other mustard blood asked, ignoring Lumia's outlook on miracles. Deciding that he made an excellent point, Lumia suggested that they introduce themselves, starting with the fellow yellow blood.

"The nameth Thollux Captor."

Troi and Phaedra laughed their asses off, figuring out from his precious statements that he had a lisp and his name was, in fact, Sollux. Troi was the first to say something, pointing out that, "That's a shitty name ass name for someone with a lisp. So tell me 'Thollux', what up with the speech impediment?"

"That'th none of your buthinethh athhhole!"

The two laughed even harder at this, clutching at their sides in an attempt to NOT fall out of their seats. Kanaya and Eridan laugh as well, always finding their friends lisp amusing, while the midget introduced himself.

"My name's Karkat Vantas, and don't you fucking DARE use any stupid nicknames like 'Karkitty', got it?"

"You got it, Karcunt," Phaedra teased not-so-playfully, causing the other three to howl with laughter. Lumia gave Phaedra a look of disapproval before addressing Karcu- Er, Karkat.

"Why not? I think Karkitty is adorable!"

Karkat just growled at her before going back to mumbling. The troll at the far end of the table straightened himself out and said in a gravelly voice, "Name's Gamzee motherfucking Makara my invertebrother and sister's, but y'all can just up and call me whatever ya want."

And with that, he resumed staring at the ceiling, muttering something about 'Faygo and miracles'. Karkat rolled his eyes at his friend's idiocy before slamming his face down on the table.

"My name is Eridan Ampora, and you land dwellers wwill refer to me as such usin' my wwhole name, got it?"

Phaedra raised an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. After concluding that he was, she poked his cheek and smiled, stating simply, "Wwhatevver you say Ampora," while mocking his accent. Eridan's cheeks turned violet and he quickly turned away, not bothering to correct her. She smirked in triumph and was about to say something arrogant when two other girls approached the table.

"Hi buoys and gils! I can't believe it's our first day of high-tide school, I'm just so EXCITED!"

Troi blanched upon seeing her, wanting to hurl from her enthusiasm. He didn't think it could get any worse than Lumia, but boy, was he so wrong. The troll next to the perky one was swaying while she walked, and had on the same wide grin as her friend. She said nothing, though, and sat next to the Sollux kid, giving him a kiss on the cheek and grasping his hand. He did nothing, only allowed her to do as she pleased. The 'EXCITED' one sat in between Eridan and Troi, widening her eyes at the addition of three new trolls.

"Who are you three? Hehe, I'm Feferi, and the gill I was walking with is Aradia," she said happily while Aradia just gave a small wave, "It's so glubbing fintastic to sea you!"

The olive blooded boy to her right groaned, and then begrudgingly stated his and his friends names while pointing at them.

"Whale this is fun! Hehe today is gonna be the best. Oh! We should dolphinately compare schedules and sea if we have any classes together!"

Everyone at the table pulled out their schedules and handed them to Feferi. While she joyfully looked them over, five more trolls approached the table and repeated the introduction process for what Troi hoped was the last time today. There were just too many fucking people.

"The name's Troi Avens. The badass bitch in the tank top is Phaedra Ellistin," he gestured towards her and she responded with a nod before kicking back and resting her feet on the table, "and the beautiful lady across the table from me with the beanie is Lumia Koontz. Just warning you, she's a bit of a tight ass, and Phaedra? Well, she's pretty much the opposite."

"AC giggles before saying, 'It's so nice to meet you! My name is Nepeta Legion, and this here is my meowrail: Equius Zahhak! Equius, say hi,'" the small cat-troll said, making Phaedra giddy. Fuck, did she love cats. The male next to her tensed up, and Lumia could've sworn he was starting to sweat a little.

"As was mentioned by my moirail-"

"Meowrail!" Nepeta corrected with a pout. Equius nodded, then continued, "Excuse me, I meant to say by my 'meowrail', and my name is Equius. I see that there is someone equal to me in stature?"

All but three of the trolls (Karkat, Sollux, and Feferi) looked over at Phaedra, who just raised an eyebrow, "Uh ya… So what, you a royal blood too?"

Equius nodded and bowed slightly, happy to be in the presence of someone who understood and recognized the hemospectrum. Phaedra, focusing on something else entirely, set her feet back on the ground and stood up.

"Holy fuck, Troi! Those two are just like us!"

Troi nodded, noticing that their blood colors did, in fact, mirror the other pair of moirails. He supposed that maybe there was something about the blood castes that drew them together. Speaking of which, him and Phaedra were moirails was because he was calm and collected, while she jumped to defensive mode every time there was a threat made and was prone to violence. She was pretty chill and actually really cool when she wasn't pissed off, so Troi didn't mind hanging with her. Then, when she would fly off the handle, he'd be there to calm her down.

"AC notices the same thing and says, 'This is purrfect! I'm sure we'll be the best of furiends'."

Equius, who was too busy coping with the fact that a fellow indigo blood would use such lewd language, muttered something about 'needing a towel' and 'excusing himself to go to the bathroom', then walked out of the cafeteria. Nepeta was the only one who really paid any attention, seeing as there were three more trolls yet to give their names.

"I'm Vriska: Vriska Serket, but you can call me Mindfang," she added with a grin, "The pathetic loser in the four wheel device is Tavros. Go on Tavros, say hi, and make sure to stutter the whole time."

"Hi, um, you already know my name, so, uh…" he trailed off, deciding to just roll over to the edge of the table where Gamzee was STILL staring at the damn ceiling. There was a groan heard from behind Vriska, and a girl in stylish red glasses walked over to sit next to Karkat, making sure to run into Vriska while doing so.

"My name's Terezi, and you," now pointing at Lumia, "smell absolutely delicious, like honey!"

Lumia blushed and mumbled a 'thanks' before the remaining troll took her seat next to Phaedra at the table. So the seats went like this: on the right side sat (in this order) Terezi, Karkat, Sollux, Aradia, Kanaya, Nepeta, and Equius (who had just come back from drying himself off in the bathroom). On the left sat (in this order) Vriska, Phaedra, Eridan, Feferi, Troi, and Gamzee. Lumia and Tavros positioned themselves at the ends.

"Alright, I have good news!"

Everyone ceased their small talk to give Feferi their attention.

"If anyfin is highlighted, then that means you have a class with salmon (A/N: Ok I know, that was a stretch.) at this table, naut including the other five who just arrived. Sorry you guys," she said with a dejected frown, then handed back the schedules. The majority of the group just thanked her and said things along the lines of 'don't worry about it', which made her smile return instantly. For the rest of the down time, the large group began conversing with the people next to them: Vriska with Phaedra and Eridan, Feferi with Troi, Gamzee with Tavros (Hey, look who stopped spacing out long enough to get a craving for PB&J?), Nepeta with Equius and Kanaya, Sollux with Aradia, and Lumia with Terezi and Karkat.

Once the bell rang, friendships had been formed, and many a troll was now in cahoots with another. Vriska and Phaedra went to first period Gym together, exchanging troll tags and making plans to Flarp, while Lumia and Troi walked to English with Feferi and Karkat, both girls doing their best to get the guys to smile. Eridan walked to History alone, Terezi walked to Physics with Nepeta, who threw a fit when she discovered Equius wouldn't be coming with, Equius went to Intro to Engineering with Sollux, who made sure to stay at least three feet away from the indigo blood, Gamzee rode the back of Tavros' wheelchair as they both went to Health (mwhahaha), and both Aradia and Kanaya went to Home Economics, discussing fashion and death.

…

Unsurprisingly, they all had lunch together and, even MORE unsurprisingly, they all sat at the same table in nearly the same order, save Karkat and Terezi who'd switched seats. They'd all gotten their lunches and were now conversing with one another, sometimes screaming when the conversations got too heated.

"Wwhy do ya gotta be like that Sol?" Eridan pouted at the troll across from him.

"Damn, how many timeth do I have to thay it? I am not, and never will be, flushed for your pathetic athh," Sollux groaned while his matesprit wrapped an arm around him possessively and smiled innocently at Eridan, "And don't you dare thtart 'glubbing' on FF jutht cauthe sheth a thea dweller! Heth tho pathetic, he'll even hit on hith moirail," he said in disgust while directing his speech towards Troi. Troi just nodded before continuing his conversation with Feferi, who he'd grown fond of after the two classes they had together. Feferi paid Sollux no mind, already aware of her friend's affections, but not returning them. Honestly, she'd been planning on ending their Moirallegince because she just couldn't deal with his problems anymore. Oh well, might as well do it now.

"Umm, hey Eridan?" she whispered while tapping on his shoulder. He ceased arguing with Sollux to see what she needed.

"Geez, wwhat is it Fef? Can't ya see I'm a little busy here?" he asked with mild irritation. Feferi pointed to the door that led to the hallway, then stood up to exit the lunchroom with Eridan following close behind. Once they were where no one else could hear them, Feferi broke the news.

"Eridan… You know I care aboat you and everyfin… But, I can't keep doing this. I… I don't think we should be moirails anymore," Feferi barely got out, turning to the side because she knew there was no way she could look him in the eyes. She just knew there'd be tears there, and if she saw them she'd want to wipe them away, which would only make the situation worse. There was a sniffle, and then, "Wwell fine, I don't fuckin' need you anyway."

"Eridan-"

"No!" he yelled, violet tears falling to the tile floor, "Don't apologize to me, I ain't no fuckin' cod piece. I can handle bein' dumped ya knoww."

"I'm so sorry…," and with that, Feferi made her way back to her seat in the cafeteria. Eridan didn't follow this time, and instead slammed his back into one of the lockers, sliding down until he was curled into himself. He started to wail as he drenched his pants with tears, "Wwhy doesn't nobody lovve me?"

…

"Hey sorry aboat that, I had to talk to Eridan."

Feferi took her seat next to Troi, who immediately noticed her lack of a smile. He turned to her with genuine concern and asked her what happened in a calm voice, doing his best to ease her unknown worries.

"Oh, I glubbed up Eridan's blood pusher and dumped him as my moirail," she admitted with a sigh. Sollux said he deserved it, and then went to casually chatting with Aradia. Troi gave her a quizitive look, and then, "If it was gonna make you feel bad, then why did you do it?"

"Because I can't kelp him…"

Phaedra ceased talking to Vriska, whom she referred to as Mindfang to humor her, and directed her attention to Feferi.

"Where the fuck did he go?" she asked: concerned. Feferi said he might still be in the hallway, so Phaedra decided to start there.

"Sorry Mindfang, I gotta check on the sea dwelling fucker," she offered, but Vriska just frowned and said, "You ain't 'gotta' do anything. Just let him cry, and go talk to him when he decides to grow a bulge and man up."

Phaedra laughed at this, and then offered another quick apology as she exited the lunchroom. Sure enough, there he was: curled into himself and balling his eyes out. The indigo blooded troll sat to his left and nudged his shoulder with her arm, causing him to stir and swiftly wipe away the tears.

"Relax, you can keep crying if ya want to. I just wanted to see if you were ok, and obviously you aren't so… I guess all that's left to say is I'm sorry? Unless you wanna talk about it or something, cause I'd be up for that too," she consoled, making sure to look into his eyes so he understood she was genuinely worried. Eye contact was everything, which Eridan had just realized only moments ago.

"She wwouldn't evven look me in the eyes! My moirail… That wwas all I had! And noww she's gone…," he trailed off, his body rocking with yet another set of tears, "An' the wworst part is, I doubt anybody in there wwill evven bother wwith me noww!"

Phaedra thought about this, then observed that, "Um, I'm bothering with you, right? And just a moment ago I was 'in there' so, ya."

"I suppose you got a point...," Eridan reluctantly agreed, wiping away the remaining tears.

"There ya go. Now, anything else you need to talk about?"

"Wwell… I am a little bummed out about Sol, wwhat wwith him rejectin' me and stuff," he admitted, and then, "Do ya mind if I just rest my head on your shoulder?"

Phaedra shrugged, signaling that she didn't care either way, so the sea dweller commenced laying his head on her shoulder.

"It's just so hard! It's so hard bein' me an' nobody understands… Wwhy is life so hard Phae?"

Once again she shrugged, and then added, "Maybe life just knows you can take it? Like, maybe the bitch only fucks with the strong ones."

Eridan considered this for a minute before retaliating with, "Then wwhy ain't it hard for Eq? He's always goin' on about howw STRONG he is, and nothin' seems bad for him. He's got a cute little moirail that followws him around evverywwhere, they may as wwell be fuckin' matesprits."

"I don't mean physical strength, which fuck, does that fucker have A LOT of that, fucking prick. I'm talking mental strength," she explained, earning her a, "Then wwhy don't life fuck wwith you?"

Phaedra wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. She could say something about the compliment he'd unknowingly given her, or she could tell him that life for her hadn't been all that easy. She settled on the latter, figuring if she brought up the compliment, he'd deny even saying it.

"Well I'm glad ya brought that up, Ampora. Heh, life hasn't been as easy for me as you might think. Now listen closely, cause what I'm about to tell you is kind of a secret. Troi was the only one who knew, and now you'll know."

"Wwhy wwould you tell me then?" he asked light-heartedly, twisting so he could see her face. She didn't meet his gaze, though, and stared blankly at the wall in front of her.

"Cause I want to help you, and the only way I can do that is if I prove your problems are bullshit in comparison," she stated with a forced smile, which immediately faltered as she began her story, "Back when I was but a grub, only two sweeps old, I awoke from my recuperacoon and sensed something was wrong. I didn't know why, but things just didn't feel right. My instincts took over and told me to search for my lusus, so I did. I had a beautiful lusus that I'd named Sir Fluffybutt. It was a befitting name for the bunny, despite his enormous size and muscle mass. Hell, I dare say his muscles were bigger and more defined than that prude Equius'. Anyway, he was my everything: the best lusus I could possibly hope for. I searched my entire hive for the not so little guy, but found nothing. I decided to go outside and search for him there, knowing that he enjoyed hunting other living creatures and what I found was… Well, not what a troll of two sweeps was prepared to see. Sir Fluffybutt's body was lying just outside my door, blood pouring out of him and pooling around his mangled corpse. His head had been… Removed, and was lying a couple feet away: its eyes still open and just staring at me. He'd put up a fight against his attacker, which was obvious because of the bruising on his body, but to no avail. I think the worst thing about it was the note."

Eridan lifted his head and looked at her with pity, urging her to continue: to explain what was on the note.

"The note had said, 'An eye for an eye, and a lusus for a lusus,' and was written with what I presumed to be Sir Fluffybutt's blood. At first, I had no clue what the note meant, but then I remembered Sir Fluffybutt's daily hunts, and I quickly put two and two together. My lusus must have killed another troll's lusus, so the troll had wanted revenge: which they got. I shouldn't have been so upset… They had every right to do what they did, but… I snapped. I spent two days searching for the killer of my lusus, using only their writing/typing quirk to distinguish them. I would've searched all of Alternia if need be, but luckily for me, the murderer lived fairly close. So, I took my scythe out of my strife specibus, knocked on the door, and culled the troll who answered it. I knew it was him, because when he looked at me, I could see something revolting looking back: he'd been smug, but now he had to pay the price. I cut off his head like he did to my lusus, and it remains on a shelf in my respiteblock: like a trophy. It was my constant reminder of what I lost and that I'd have to grow up alone, but it was also proof of what I was capable off. I guess you could say I got a little carried away with it after that… I researched the troll: learned the names and locations of everyone he cared about, and I culled them all. That's nine trolls, and nine heads for display in my hive total. The other eight are scattered in various rooms throughout my hive, always watching me, because I made sure their eyes were open as I watched the life drain from them. There was only one that I let live… He was an olive blood, and had been Kismesis with the first troll I killed. Somehow, he was able to console me and I still know him to this day. If it weren't for him, I probably would've kept killing until I found someone who could either overpower me or outsmart me. Then I'd be dead, end of story."

Phaedra turned to look at Eridan, losing the make-believe staring contest she'd been having with the wall. He looked frightened, but he still clung to her which confused her, like it wasn't her murders that scared him. She smirked, and then nodded towards the cafeteria saying, "Ya know Troi?"

Eridan nodded slowly, eyes wide in anticipation. This made Phaedra laugh: fuck, was he eager to hear the rest.

"He's been my moirail ever since."

After a couple of seconds, it finally sunk into Eridan's think pan. He leaned to his right and peered in the cafeteria for a moment, then directed his attention back to Phaedra.

"Phae that's… Fuck, that's depressin'," he said, stating the obvious, "Sorry 'bout losin' your lusus and evverythin'."

"Eh, not your fault. Ya know… I kept his head. It's right there for display above my front door, so everyone can see. So everyone knows what I can do."

The bell rang after she said that, startling Eridan. Phaedra calmly stood up and brushed the hair out of her face for a second, and then let it cover her eye once more. Students filed out of the cafeteria so, to prevent having trolls trample him, Phaedra extended a hand and helped him to his feet. There was still tear residue on his cheeks, which she kindly rubbed off so it didn't look like he'd been crying like a bitch. He muttered thanks, then lowered his gaze and stared at the ground awkwardly.

"So, noww wwhat?"

Not really understanding what he meant, Phaedra simply shrugged. She was about to say something when Vriska smacked her in the back of the head and appeared from behind her.

"Hey losers, what're you up to? A few of them were starting to get worried, but I knew you were gonna be ok. I was right, wasn't I?" she asked, discreetly trying to see if she was right. Phaedra smiled, sensing the concern in her friend's voice, before easing her worries.

"Relax Mindfang, we're good."

"R-Relax? As if, I wasn't even worried," she insisted whilst wearing a cocky grin. Eridan rolled his eyes and started to walk away, but Phaedra grabbed him by the shoulder so he'd stay put.

"Now, where do you think you're going Ampora? You think I'm just gonna confess all that to you, only to have you walk off?" she asked teasingly. Vriska gave her a questioning look, to which she responded with a, "I'll tell you some other time, I gotta go. I'll see you in English, Mindfang."

Satisfied with the name, Vriska agreed to butt out for now, expecting a full explanation seventh period. Once the spider-troll was gone, Phaedra turned to Eridan to ask him what class he was going to. They came to the conclusion that they shared both fifth and sixth period together (Health and Geometry), so they walked to Health together, hands brushing up against each other eagerly along the way.

…

EmoxRainbows: Alright, now I am going to pull an Andrew Hussie and go back to the point in time in which Phaedra left the room, but his time the scene will take place in the cafeteria. Instead of focusing on Phaedra and Eridan's side, we will discover what the other thirteen had been doing in their absence. Shall we?

Random People: Nooooooooooooooooo!

EmoxRainbows: Too bad ^u^

"Where in the ever-loving fuck is she going?"

Vriska turned to Karkat, looking disinterested, and said, "She went to go cheer up the lumpsquirt. Gog, someone needs to just throw him in the looneyblock already so we can get on with our lives."

Karkat scowled at Vriska before saying, "Like you have any fucking room to speak! You blinded Terezi, culled countless trolls to feed your freak of a lusus, crippled Tavros, and harass him because of the disability that YOU gave him! So what, Eridan is a lonely fuckass who whines all the time? At least he isn't a huge bitch!"

The cerulean blooded troll rolled her eyes at his little outburst, not bothering to dignify him with a response which was very rare for her. He'd better be happy she was feeling good-natured right now, or she would've ripped him a new one. No, Lumia was the one who said something.

"Wait, weren't you just yelling at him this morning though? Why are you sticking up for him all of a sudden?"

"Of course I was yelling at him: he was being annoying, but he's still my friend," Karkat said, as if it were completely obvious. Lumia nodded slowly, giving Karkat the impression that she totally understood, but actually being thoroughly confused.

"Damn, you're one complicated troll, ya know that?" Lumia inquired, making Karkat nod curtly in agreement. Lumia giggled at this, causing Karkat to smile. Once he realized he was smiling, though, he regained his grouchy demeanor and chastised himself, 'Fuck, why did I think that was actually cute!?' But his display of happiness did not go unnoticed by Lumia, who giggled again and rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with smiling, Karkitty," she stated before munching on her grubloaf. Karkat did the same, surprising himself because he wouldn't usually eat this garbage. But he was in an awkward position, so all hazards had gone out the window. On the other end of the table, Troi chuckled to himself, having watched the whole thing play out: they were so flushed. He began pondering how he would tell Lumia, when Feferi jerked him from his thoughts by asking him a question.

"Hey Troi, can I glub you somefin?"

"You just did," he pointed out with a half-smile. Feferi laughed at his smart-ass-ness before asking her REAL question.

"Do you think I'm a bass person for dumping Eridan?" she questioned seriously. Troi nodded, and then explained his answer, "I don't think so. You just did what you had to, and there's nothing wrong with that. He'll be fine, and so will you. Maybe you two can work on filling your other quadrants in the meantime."

Feferi smiled at Troi, then thought of something she considered devious.

"Huh, I guess you're right. Do you think maybe you could kelp me with that last part," she offered with a wink. Troi laughed whole-heartedly, then, realizing there was some truth behind her words, winked back.

"I think I may be able to, if you're looking for help in redrom."

The girl's cheeks burned fuchsia and her blood pumper nearly stopped, too busy registering what was happening. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, squealing out, "Oh cod that would be so fintastic, I'm so EXCITED!"

Troi returned the hug, barely able to whimper a, "Me too."

The fuchsia blood retracted her arms, apologizing repeatedly for nearly breaking every bone in his body. He told her it was no big deal, which she was grateful for. The yellow blood across the table from them groaned aloud, finding their way of displaying affection absolutely revolting.

"Learn thome thubtlety, would ya?" Sollux joked, earning a laugh from the new couple. Aradia looked up at her matesprit and smiled, digging herself even deeper into his side. Troi's attention went back to Feferi as he made a blatant observation, "She doesn't talk much, does she?"

"Whale, she talks in front of Sollux, Kanaya, and Tavros, but other than that? No, naut reelly," she concluded with a frown, "But it's no biggie! Let's talk aboat somefin else."

The smile returned to Feferi's face as her and Troi continued to chat about seemingly random topics. While they continued with their flushed conversing, the two trolls to there right were engaging in a conversation of their own.

"Bro, I could totally just all up and carry you everywhere. Wouldn't put no strain on this here motherfucker at all," Gamzee offered with a grin. Tavros' face turned light brown as he countered with a timid, "Uh that sounds, um, nice and all, but I don't think the, uh… I don't think that's allowed, actually."

Gamzee chuckled at Tavros' nerves, reaching out to ruffle his Mohawk.

"Fuck you're adorable, and this Mohawk of yours is bitchtits my invertebrother. It's just so… Motherfucking fluffy…," he trailed off, lost in the miracle that was Tavros' hair.

"G-Gamzee, you're embarrassing me, and I uh-"

"Shhhhh," Gamzee instructed, pressing his hand to the umber blood's face, "Don't you worry your pretty little think pan about them. They ain't even paying us any attention."

The two of them had been pursuing a Matespritship for a couple weeks, and by now all of their friends knew. As expected, Vriska gave Tavros a hard time for being with Gamzee, but that was ok because it was all worth it. It started because of a little joke Gamzee had made about coming over to rap and maybe make out a little. Tavros hadn't taken him seriously and agreed to both coming over and (without even knowing it) rapping/making out. Gamzee had shown up in his usual attire, only this time he wore a fancy little bow tie (because bow ties are cool) and held a bouquet of roses. Tavros took them, thinking this was all some elaborate joke that everyone but him was in on, no doubt set up by Vriska.

Gamzee had made himself at hive, kicking back on Tavros' lap while busting out rhymes hotter than all the irons. Tavros joined in after a while, happy that he knew someone he could just be a dork with. After they were done with that, Gamzee commented on how 'miraculous' he was and started tracing clown faces on his shirt. This struck Tavros as funny, and when we went to laugh it came out more like a snort. Gamzee, of course, found that extremely motherfucking cute and told Tavros as much, who merely blushed and rejected the compliment. The juggalo became more persistent with his compliments, and Tavros continued to dismiss them all, until finally Gamzee got serious and asked why.

"Why you gotta all up and say stuff like that Tavbro? Makes a motherfucker sad, knowing something so perfect can think so poorly of itself."

Tavros sighed, figuring he owed his friend an explanation of sorts for his behavior. It wasn't like he hated himself or anything, he just didn't really consider himself very special and couldn't begin to comprehend why Gamzee DID.

"I'm not p-perfect though…"

"Course you are! C'mon Tav, look at me," Gamzee demanded with a grin. Once Tavros complied, the high blood grabbed his chin and tilted in upward so their faces were level.

"Uh Gamzee I… I'm not sure if we-"

The clown shushed Tavros and started to lean in, but not before saying, "Well, you're MY motherfucking miracle."

And then they kissed. In that beautiful moment, as their unexperienced lips crashed awkwardly against each other, Tavros finally felt that confidence he'd been longing for so long. He wrapped both arms around Gamzee's neck and dug his fingers into his unruly hair while tugging slightly. Gamzee opened his mouth in surprise once his hair had been pulled, which Tavros took as the perfect opportunity to slink his tongue into Gamzee's mouth and explore. Satisfied with the responses he'd been getting, Gamzee mimicked the low blood's actions, causing their tongues to roll off of each other's perfectly. They continued this intricate tango of tongues until Tavros pulled away, gasping for breath. Their eyes met for a second before Tavros looked away: apologizing.

"You ain't gotta up and apologize Tavbabe, you didn't do a motherfucking thing wrong," Gamzee assured him, forcing him to look into his eyes again. Tavros swallowed and tightened his hold around Gamzee's neck. The juggalo laughed and pulled Tavros close to him, not wanting to ever let go of the troll he pitied most.

"So uh, are we… Matesprits now?" Tavros questioned, his quiet voice muffled even further by Gamzee's t-shirt.

"If that's what you want us to be, then ya. I'm already all kinds of happy with just knowing you at all."

"Does that mean you… You, um, pity me?" came the next insecure question. Gamzee pressed his forehead against Tavros' and sighed euphorically.

"More than I've ever pitied anything in my motherfucking life."

A/N: Alright, that's the end of chapter one. I just had to throw some PB&J in there because it's literally the best thing ever. Hope the characters weren't too OOC ^u^