A/N: Ok, for a better understanding of the story, this is a prequel to Homestuck. This is a non-canon way to explain why Jane will deny so much, why Dirk is gay (again, this is a non-canon story), why they live apart from each other, why Roxy drinks so much, and how the game affects their life. Sorry for the bad beginning and writing, I don't have much of a direction on where to go with smaller situations aside from the plot. AND PLEASE DISREGARD ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS! MY GRAMMAR ISN'T TOP NOTCH SO PLEASE BE SPARING AND UNDERSTANDING IF ANY ERRORS DO COME UP AND I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR THEM. Aside from all of that, enjoy!

It's funny how many times my friends have told me that my little stalker is just a cute admirer. Even if I explained my feelings of discomfort, they still told me to stop whining and be flattered.

Admit-ably, it is a bit flattering to have someone want you, even in the sense of stalking. But my brain knows best as well as my upbringing in this kind of stuff. If someone is following you and tracking your every move, then you might need to avoid that person, or get a restraining order.

There was point where I was prepared to get a restraining order as well, it happened one saturday night this year, the same year he started to follow me. It was during the night of New Years and I was at my friend Roxy's house, she had invited me and a few other people over to celebrate the New Year. It was a very nice party, until she started to offer the alcohol, then everyone was getting tipsy to puking drunk. Me of course knew better, or was too much of a goody two shoes to even take a sip.

Roxy tried to get me to drink some, even attempting to pour it down my throat but was never lucky. After attempting her stunts of getting me drunk and a walk around the house a few times, I found myself covered in vodka and puke, a mix that was giving off a foul odor.

I decided to borrow some of Roxy's clothes then slip on home; things were getting too intense for me. While ransacking Roxy's closet, then trying to find an empty bathroom, Roxy was trying to tell me something through her drunken slurred words. "Jney . . . Jney . . . Dur . . . tired. . . indahurse . . . jusletinnya. . . no. . ."

"Roxy, please tell everyone to go home and get some rest, you are the drunkest I've EVER seen." I pleaded, holding up a hand in case her swaying body fell. "Btjneydurtiredindahurse!" I rolled my eyes, if she was tired then she should go off to bed. "I'll be back in one second, just let me get changed." And with that, I slipped into an empty bathroom.

Without a thought, I started to strip down and out of my clothes, setting up Roxy's in my undergarments, if felt weird to be undressed inside a full house of drunken people, but I pushed it from my mind as I tried to clean some of the juice that leaked through onto my bra. The nasty combo made me sick.

After a minute or two, there was a knock on the door. "Occupied." was all I said, not looking up from task. There was another knock, a lot fiercer this time. "Occupied!" I yelled, maybe they couldn't hear me over the hum of people's voice and music. The nob started to jiggle, I ran up to the door frustrated, they really are deaf, with a bang on the door from my fist and another round of me yelling occupied, I felt they got the message, sending me back to my mission.

Crack! Snap! Bang! The door had a hole torn through it, with a hand following behind. I screamed bloody murder. The hand unlocked the door, and then swung it open, showing my stalker Dirk Strider. I screamed even louder as he realized my state. Looking away with a straight face, at first, it was silent before Roxy stumbled over, leaning in the door way. Her eyes drooping and her body jumping from the occasional hiccup. After a giggle from her, she pointed to Dirk, "Dur tir . . . tir . . . Stired!" She pointed a few more times in her drunken character. "In da-" She started to wave her arms in the air, "H-ho . . ." She burped a bit. "Houses!"

"Is that what you were trying to tell me?!" I yelled, trying to put on Roxy's clothes. "Yah." She turned to Dirk, giving him a light punch on the arm and two pistoled fingers. "Grad . . . cud . . . mak . . . it." Then stumbled away.

"She invited you?!" I asked, slipping on Roxy's skirt.

"Yes, but I need you to come with me." He ordered.

"I'm going home now! Please don't follow me!" I dash to get past him. "Please listen-" He wraps an arm around my waist, turning me around. I stumble a bit, fighting him the entire time, of course he was a lot stronger than me, but the way I reacted had him let go. "Please don't touch me!" I dash away from him again, flying down the stairs with speed I didn't know was possible by my standards, and then pushing everyone out of the way. Reaching the front door, running out, then going at full speed. People were cheering me on as I ran, with a glance back, some even poured out of the house to hoot and cheer. It just disturbed me instead of bringing on encouraging feelings. My house wasn't too far from here, just a block away and I was in my neighborhood.

"Stop!" A male voice yelled, I knew who it was, and it made me scream. "Get away from me!" Fear started to fill me, having a tingling sensation pain the surface of my skin on my back, where I knew Dirk was catching up to. "Listen to me Jane!" A hand yanked my arm, stopping my fast momentum and that brung me to the ground. The side of my body hit the black pavement, as well as the side of my face.

"Oh fuck . . ." Dirk fell to his knees, joining me on the pavement. At first, my body and face only ached, but when I sat up, a dark warm liquid started to gush out my nose. It started to get on the front of my shirt, and clothes, even if I covered my nose with both hands. Blood still spilled out and dirtied me even. "Jane- Oh shit-" Dirk grabbed my right wrist, but I yanked it out. Pulling myself off the ground, Dirk followed, attempting to help me again. "Don't touch me!" I shrieked, taking a step back.

"Janey, wherya . . ." Roxy started, having me notice her presence. "Jny aryu ok?" She slurred, rushing . . . or quickly stumbling to me, grabbing my shoulder and looking me up and down. She turned to Dirk with anger in her eyes, "Didcha dotis to hur!" She yelled, being the fiercest and angriest I've ever seen her. "Roxy, you don't understand-"

"Fuckin' durnrt cyare! Hiss wadn't part of eny pan!"

"Roxy, you're drunk but you still know damn well what's going on." Dirk retorted.

"What did she say?" I asked through a plugged nose, being pinched by me as I ride out the bloody nose.

"Nothing Jane-"

"No!" Roxy screamed the first coherent word she's made since she got drunk. "No mur socrets! No muir lies! Teh hur why yur here!" Roxy demanded.

Dirk sighed, thinking for a moment, looking around a bit then continuing. "Ok . . . Jane. . ." Dirk stalled, covering his mouth with his thumb and index finger.

"Durk!" Roxy demanded once again.

"Jane," He started, "I have a huge crush on you, and decided to follow you to this party."

"Durk, ya'-" Dirk pushed Roxy aside, making her stumble, then fall hard on her but.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I ran to Roxy's aid, helping her up with an arm around my shoulder. "Jane please-"

"Roxy, are you ok?" I softly asked her.

"No . . . hes . . . hes a liar!" She pleaded to me.

"Of course he is Roxy." I said with an edge, shooting him a dirty look. "And what did he lie about?"

"Hes-"

"I promised not to hurt you; I guess I failed big time at that."

"No yur-" The sounds of police sirens had interrupted Roxy's train of thought as bright car lights blinded the three of us. "Oh shit!" Dirk mumbled to himself.

"EVERYONE STOP WHERE YOUR AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP, WE WERE REPORTED OF A DISTURBANCE AND A DOMESTIC DISPUTE!" A loud voice boomed from the car, being calmly told through a speaker.

"Domestic . . . shit." Dirk once again mumbled to himself. Police officers started to get exit their cars, some going twoards the house, and some coming to us. One officer started to ask me questions, I answered, resulting in Dirk being hand cuffed. Roxy was hand cuffed as well for her drunken manner, she even punched a cop, but it wasn't for me, it was for Dirk, she kept saying how it wasn't his fault and how it was all an accident. But I just stood there confused on everything as well as shocked. Nothing like that ever happened to me, it even scared me a bit.

Me, Roxy, Dirk, and anyone caught at the party was sent to the police station. It turns out that someone at the party, being the idiot they were, called the police from Dirk and I's little dispute, as well as a neighbor from next door. It had gotten everyone in trouble, especially Roxy and her mom. Roxy's mom was charged for the underage drinking, but had gotten bailed out. Dirk and I were sent to court for our little dispute, I was ready to tell them he had given me a bloody nose after breaking down the door while I was getting dressed, but with Roxy practically telling me what to say had me tell the court that it was an accident. Dirk had said the same as well of course, making them drop the case and leave to our normal lives. I was attempting to get a restraining order. But Roxy forced me not to, telling me that it will only cause more trouble in our lives which made me upset since his stalking did get to a terrible point, but I also feared he would be doing that again sometime soon.

She told me that Dirk wasn't like that, and that he is actually a nice guy and that I should get to know him more. But I refused, agreeing to her argument of no restraining order, but REFUSED to ever see him again.

It worked, but only for a little while.

My name is Jane Crocker, I am 13 years old, and it is the month of June. Today is the last day of school and I'm sitting quietly in my desk, doodling away with no thought of the time, everyone else was either doing the same or finishing up their culinary final, to which I had zipped through since cooking and baking were my thing no doubt! It was the final period of the day, and summer was close enough to touch. It made me feel relaxed to know that I'll have free time for the things I've been wanting to do, but was too busy with school to even do them. Roxy and my new friend Jake were all going to the beach tomorrow. The temperature has been high and rising; it's been making everyone lethargic and frustrated by the heat. That cool ocean water will be the perfect thing.

The school phone roared to life, getting a jump out of me as the annoying beep filled the quiet room. The teacher quickly answered it, trying to keep her environment quiet for the final. "Hello?" She softly asked.

"Yes. . . Well of course, she's all done . . . alrighty then . . . Jane Crocker?" The teacher asked.

"Yes Ma'am?" I retorted with a surprised look on my face, who could want me on the last day of school?

"The principal is asking for you to meet him in his office." Shock pierced my body, what could the principal want with me?! I sighed then arose from my desk, getting a few immature 'oohs' from the other students. Making me even angrier and stressed about my situation, with a swift walk to the door, I was out of the culinary room and into the long and abandoned hallway. Walking slowly down with the worst coming to mind, did I do something wrong? Did I get involved with something? There was that whole thing with Dirk and that party, but that's really it. Did Roxy do something this time? She does get a bit feisty towards others sometimes. Are my grades bad? Did someone in my family die? Oh jeez, what's happening in that office?!

I quickly made my way towards the main office, rounding the corner and seeing it through glass windows, the secretary was sitting calmly at her desk, working on whatever she does.

Well, here goes nothing-

A hand grabbed my waist, pulling me into a corner towards an exit as a rag was placed over my mouth. I screamed and fought, trying to buck them off of me, but the strong and stinging smell of what was on the rag made me feel tired. My kicking slowed, my flailing slowed, and soon my head jerking all slowed to the point of me stopping. The World got dark after that, someone had dimmed the light before I fell asleep.

A/N: Aha . . . what a weird way to start a story . . . so, this is very random . . . and might not make sense, but it will, everything will lead up to an explanation to any questions. And if the character's act OOC, I find it from not only my crappy character masking, but also from the fact that people change over time, and this is what they were like during this time period. Thanks a ton for reading! I promise thing will get interesting! And less weird . . . eh heh . . . Ok, next chapter will be out very shortly. I'm going to try to post thing on a daily basis . . . I write things pretty quickly and I've been grinding out chapters like it's nothing so the next one will be out very soon. Bye my lovely reader!