A/N: So, ummmm, hi I guess? I'll keep this short and sweet. This is my first fanfiction ever. About anything. But I've read a ton of them, so I figured why not try my hand at one of my own? So I apologize in advance if this is awful and totally sucks. I also want to thank you sincerely for taking the time out of your day to read what I am writing. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, to tell me how I can improve, especially as I'm going at this with no experience whatsoever. So... yeah. Enjoy!
Oh, right, disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck or any of the characters or original ideas in it (much as I wish I did). All credit for those goes to Andrew Hussie. :] Now enjoy.
John's POV
You open your eyes, blinking groggily at the painfully bright light that is streaming in through your window between your currently nonfunctional curtains. (You were too lazy to get out of bed last night to close them, and dammit, you regret that decision now.) You squint blearily at the digital alarm clock that sits on your nightstand, and make out a hazy... is that a 6? You think it's a 6, but you're not entirely sure, to be honest. Grunting, you roll over on your side and grope for your thick-framed, black glasses, shoving them onto the bridge of your nose before glancing back down at your- holy shit, since when was it 6:34?! You could have sworn you only pushed the snooze button once. You really need to hurry up, as you have to be to school in less than half an hour, and it takes you 20 minutes to drive there and park, if you're lucky. You rocket out of bed, throw on your clothes in record time, not even paying attention to what you're putting on, sprint to the bathroom to run a toothbrush over your teeth, and dash downstairs and out the door, grabbing your backpack, keys, and cramming your feet into your shoes on the way out.
Rose is going to be so pissed at you. You promised you would meet her in the library this morning to go over your plan for presenting your psychology project in 3rd period and you just know you're going to get an earful when you do see her later today. (Not the most intelligent decision you'd ever made, taking AP Psychology with Rose. But she had begged you and Jade to enroll in the class with her so that she would "have someone to talk to in the likely event that the class was filled with the mundane majority of the students of this school who can manage no more than a stream of uninspired drivel characterized by an absolute dearth of intellectuality." Jade, in her retrospectively painfully apparent infinite wisdom, had flatly refused, so Rose had turned the full brunt of her persuasive powers towards you. You had never been able to say no to either of them, and you regretted it now.) Well, it honestly wasn't that bad, but everyone was entitled to a good gripe now and again in your opinion. Rose was just so enthralled by and devoted to the class. She took every assignment far beyond the required scope, and as her partner, you were often dragged along for the ride. You didn't really begrudge her it, though. It was nice to see her so enthusiastic about something when she was normally so passive.
When you finally make it to the school and into your spot in the senior parking lot after navigating the rest of the idiots who apparently lacked both driving skills and common sense (my god, how hard was it to navigate a 3 way stop? Honestly!) you practically vault out of your car and towards the building, barely sliding into your seat next to Jade in first period economics before the bell rang.
Jade turns towards you and grins widely, pausing in her animated chat with Feferi, a spunky, cheerful, rather eccentric girl who you personally didn't know very well, but who seems to be almost frighteningly similar to Jade. You don't think you could handle two people with Jade's personality, so you have been careful to maintain only a casual acquaintanceship with her. You feel kind of bad about this, but Feferi is such a social butterfly that it doesn't weigh on you too much. You, on the other hand... well suffice it to say you aren't exactly the most popular kid. You know you come across as kind of geeky and nerdy, and true your only close friends are Rose and Jade, (well, maybe Vriska too? She has been weirdly nice to you lately, and it's kind of freaking you out, to be honest.) but it doesn't really bother you that much. Sure, sometimes you wish you could be more in the thick of things rather than perpetually on the outskirts, but you're pretty happy with how your high school years have been. Especially in comparison to middle school. Well. You don't think about middle school. You have just sort of blocked that entire experience from your memory, and pretend it didn't happen. You realize suddenly that while you have been zoned out deep in thought, Jade has been speaking to you.
"-how much that must really suck, you know? I mean, I feel kinda bad for him, but at the same time, it's really exciting for us, don't you think? John?"
You look at her blankly, realizing you missed over half of the information she has inundated you with in the span of about 20 seconds, and then sort of nod sympathetically and agree "Yeah, really though." You figure you'll hear the story again when she tells it to Rose at lunch anyway. All in all, a pretty average start to a standard Monday morning in Washington.