Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, all I own is the plot and that fun stuff. It's a bit OOC and non-canon. This is my first Homestuck story but enjoy!

Dave hissed to himself as he saw the social worker enter the small apartment as his brother opened the door. He knew what was going to happen. The two would yell and argue about him then notice him. Dirk would then shoo him to his room to do something like play video games or mess with his turn tables. Dave drowned out their yelling as he focused more on his breakfast of a bowl of cereal and a few pieces of toast. The alarm on his phone vibrated and he picked up his book bag and walked out of the room. He walked down the many flights of stairs. It didn't bother him but it would be better if the elevator worked for once.

Dave walked a few blocks before he leaned against a wall as he waited for his bus. It was a city bus that would drop him off a few blocks away from the school. He didn't need to wait long before the white bus drove in front of the sign. Dave took a seat closest to the back where it was darker. He plugged his headphones into his IPhone and played some of his music. He bobbed his head along to the beat of the music. He hated days like this. He usually never had to take the bus because Dirk would always drive him on his way to work but now because of the social worker he had no choice.

After the long twenty ride he got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to his school. He paid absolutely no attention to his teacher or any of his friends. What snapped him back to earth was his teacher snatching the shades off his face.

"Strider! Did you even hear a word I said?" Dave blank a few times before he noticed everyone was looking at him.

"If you want to god forsaken truth then no. Otherwise I was paying more attention than the other kids in all your classes." The teacher's face with red with anger. Then he was sent to the principal's office. He sat in the small plastic chairs waiting to be called. He took the chance and texted his brother.

'Sent to office, dont be surprised about a call'

He slipped his IPhone into his pocket and waited. A few minutes after a student left her face red and eyes slightly tinted red. She must've been crying. Dave sighed as he slumped further into his seat. He never understood why some kids cried when they got in trouble. Maybe it was a way to not get in as much trouble. Before anyone came to the door Dave got up, walked over and entered. The principal was about to get up but she sat right back down.

"How did I know you were here?" She joked as Dave sat in one of the two chairs that were set in front of the oak desk.

"Maybe it's irony that I'm here about every other day." She frowned at the comment.

"Dave, you have to pay more attention in class. You're just making the grades to pass. D's in all classes but P.E which you have an A in."

"You have to actually have to try very hard to fail P.E. I'm too lazy to do that." Dave didn't look at her but she sighed.

"Are you into sports Dave?" She said sweetly.

"Not really." Dave stretched a bit before he continued. "Nothing's competitive enough and everyone is too slow to keep up so what's the point?"

"Have you ever wanted to do sports Dave?"

"Maybe... Once but not anymore." Dave was about to get up but the principal stopped him by raising her hand.

"Dave we're not done here... Is your brother home?" He picked up the phone on her desk as he looked at Dave who let a sigh escape him.

"Probably, there a social worker at my house and I don't know if she left yet." The principal raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" She set the receiver back in the cradle. "I'm going to trust you on this one Dave, I know it's hard at home but just try to get your grades up and pass freshman year. Remember you need twenty six credits to graduate and then you don't have to worry with whatever's bothering you here at school..." Dave drowned her voice out. He was really tired of everyone getting on his case.

"Okay, okay. Can I go now?" She nodded and he got out of the chair and out of the office. He checked his phone to see a text from Bro.

'You are so dead when you get home.'

Dave shrugged to himself and went to his locker. He grabbed his bag and exited the building. Yes it was only fifth hour but he couldn't stand much more of that school at this moment. He started to walk home, a normal walk would only take him about an hour and a half but he was able to stretch it out to two hours by texting John on the way and stopping to buy an energy drink.

He rounded the corner, he saw that the social worker was still there. Dave furrowed his brow. 'Why is she still here?' Dave thought to himself. He didn't want to talk to her. She would always treat him like he was the stupidest person in the world. He rounded the building to find the fire escape and started to climb it after he jumped off a trash can. He went up to the top floor where his small room was. He pulled hard on the window till it swung open. He climbed through and closed it. When he turned around his brother was behind him.

"What are you doing out of school already?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. Dave knew his backside was going to handed to him on a hot steaming plate of strife. He kept his poker face on though.

"The principal let me go. I was being too much of a distraction." Bro shook his head.

"Roof now. I'll be there later to talk to you." Bro left but as he opened the door the social worker was at the door.

"Is David here already?" She looked almost furious. "The school day isn't even over yet."

"Well you never went to my school or ever been Dave Strider." Dave paused at his first name to prove a point that David was not a name for this cool dude to be called. She rolled her eyes as he faced Bro.

"You have to keep him under control or I will have no choice but to take him into custody and place him under foster care."

"Whoa. Like don't get your bun into a tight knot. Dave's a good kid, yeah he's a punk and all but he does know the difference between right and wrong." The social worker raised an eyebrow.

"I'll believe it when I see it." She stated.

"I wish I could go back in time and prove my point to here." Dave hissed under his breath. Bro shot him a death look in his eyes.

"Go Dave. We'll talk later I still need to talk to Miss Freeman." Bro said through grit teeth. Dave sighed and climbed the stairs to get to the roof. He decided to talk to John via Skype while his Bro and Miss Freeman talked.

"You have to keep him under control Dirk! I know you don't want to see him go but if he continues to act like this then he'll regret it for the rest of his life. Trust me Dirk I don't want to take him away either. He needs to stay with whatever family he has left but this behavior is not acceptable!" Bro groaned and rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger.

"I try but he's only going through a phase. His hard enough that he's getting bullied and that he has ADD. Do you really think another family will treat him like I do?" She frowned.

"I know but there's not much we can do. He's failing almost all classes, he has gotten into much trouble with the police lately and his new 'friends' are not a good influence from what I could retrieve from his computer."

"You were in his room and were on his computer?" Dirk never liked the social worker but he was willing to cooperate but when it's sneaking into his home and digging into Dave's personal business then that was a bit too far. "I trust him enough not to go looking into his computer. He knows who to listen too but he can't be totally responsible for what his friends put on that chat. He's thirteen, he's old enough to do most things without me looking over his shoulder ever other second."

Dave sighed as he rested his head against the warm metal of the broken A/C unit on the roof. John had to go right when he started to pester him. He could just hear his brother and the woman. He started to wonder if it was a good idea for his brother to take him in after his parents kicked them both out. He never really knew his real parents since they were both young when Dirk was born, when Dave was born four years later it was too much for them and they had to get rid of their children. Or that was what Dirk had told him when he asked when he was only about seven or eight years old. The topic never came up again and they were fine with that. They were fine with being the only 'true' Strider's of the family and they tried to do their best with what they had.

Dave's phone rang, a rap song came on and he looked at the screen. John was calling him. He tapped the accept icon and put the phone up to his ear.

"Sup Egbert?"

"Dave!" John's voice was cheery. "I'm sorry I can't talk with Pesterchum but I was able to sneak in a quick call."

"Sweet." Dave couldn't hold back the smile he had and he was thankful no one else was on the roof.

"So tell me about what happened. You seemed really upset earlier and I was really worried." Dave let out a sigh. John was always like this. More worried about his friends than himself even though his dad was totally unfair about everything.

"Well this morning a social worker came to my house and started bothering Bro, so he's upset. Got sent to the principal's office and now he's even more upset because she's probably on his case even more. Now they're talking about me and Bro's making me stay on the roof until they're done talking." Dave felt like he was a girl talking about her problems. This was embarrassing for the Strider.

"Wow Dave, I'm so sorry!" John sounded really sympathetic he had this thing about his friends being upset. "I could see if I could take the next plane to Texas if you want."

"No! John why?" Dave nearly snapped at him. "Why would you like to stay in a dump like my apartment? We don't even have real food. Just frozen pizza and hot pockets." Dave could hear John laugh.

"Well I like that your bro isn't all... like into your business and wants to know what you're doing ever ten seconds. I really don't care about the food. Pizza and Hot pockets are really good... Better than all the food that I have to eat. It's all made from the Batterwitch."

"You know that some of the stuff is alright, I guess." Dave heard John gag.

"Dude that stuff is gross! Well, you don't have to eat it just about every day. You're lucky." John was quickly silent. He then whispered to Dave in a low tone. "I have to go. I'll text you or IM you later. Don't call me or any of that. I'll remember so don't worry." Then the line went dead.

"Hello? John? Hey! Egderp!" Dave looked at the screen and he call ended. He sighed and shoved the phone back in his pocket. He had to fight the urge to fling his phone off the roof and into the street and watch it smash into a million or so pieces. He wondered why John would always think of everyone else even though his family wasn't the best. The large metal door the lead from the roof to the lower levels closed. Quickly Dave turned around. It could've been the wind, Dave thought as he turned his back again.

"Hey, you okay?" Bro asked as he leaned against the A/C unit almost like he was with Dave the whole time. Dave hissed to himself, he hated the way his Bro could dash like that. It made him feel like he was in a video game or in an anime.

"I guess." He lied. Bro raised an eyebrow at the red eyed blond.

"Dude, don't lie. You know how much I hate it." Bro smiled softly at his younger brother. He knew what his bro was going through. He in turn was never on the good side of the school. But he never really thought it wouldn't matter, but he was wrong. Now he had to support a kid and himself in a small apartment with little or no money left to really pay for any luxury things.

Dave had gotten his stuff himself with either betting or other ways Dave never told. Both Bro didn't agree with but what could he do?

"Okay I was going to jump." Dave rolled his eyes as Bro's smile turned to a frown.

"Dude don't joke like that either."

"Really. Would I be that stupid?" Dave frowned as he looked over the edge of the building to see the traffic below. "John would though." This sparked Bro's curiosity.

"John Egbert right?" Dave nodded not taking his eyes off the road below. "What's up with him?"

"Bogus dad and all that." Dave answered only glancing up at his brother for a quick second.

"People make things worse than they really are."

"Not John. He's sounding really depressed. He doesn't respond to me when I pester him and I can't even text the derp without him saying he's busy or any of that other stuff." Dave balled his hands into fists as he hissed. "I swear it's his dad making him so upset."

"What can you do?" Dave quickly looked at Bro astonished. "You can't do anything about it. It's not your problem, just let John take care of it."

"Then what about Jake?"

"Jake?"

"Yeah, Jake English. You did say that you tried to have him live with us after he got into a huge fight with his family and ran away!"

"When did I ever say that?"

"You were drunk!"

"I say a lot when I'm drunk!"

"Yes you do!" Dave pushed passed his brother and down the steep flight of stairs. He had about enough of everyone getting in his way. He was going to see John even if he had to walk all the way to Washington. He slammed the door as he walked into his room and took an empty back pack and started filling it with a few extra sets of clothes, some snacks, drinks (mostly apple juice) he brought a sword and a small blanket. He slipped his hoodie over his head and stuffed the pockets with his phone, MP3 player and whatever cash he had. He looked back at the door. He needed to figure out a way to stall Bro if he figured out what he was doing. Quickly he pushed his turntables and his computer against the door and opened the window. Below was another roof, only that it was five floors below the one he was.

Dave took a deep breath and exhaled. He started to slowly climb down. This oddly reminded himself of the "Bring me to Life" music video by Evanescence. He wanted to avoid the falling to his death part. He took the decent slowly. The last thing he needed was to die slowly on the roof of a building only a few meters away from this house. Once he was only two floors away from the next roof he heard something crash come from above him.

"There goes my computer." Dave hissed under his breath. He looked down to see how far the jump was. He could survive but it might mess up his leg. He weighed his options. A messed up leg isn't the worst option. Dave jumped and rolled as he nearly broke his leg. He quickly ran down the building's fine escape and got himself down to the street level. He quickly wished he grabbed his skateboard. He knew his bro would use his to find him.

Dave walked down the sidewalk, he didn't need the extra attention so he slipped his hood over his head and continued to walk. He felt like he was in a cheap movie. Everyone was walking the same direction while he was being the rebel and going the opposite way.

Dave knew even before he started this that he would regret this.

Yay! I finished my first Homestuck chapter! Well I guess this isn't canon and that fun stuff. I am working on like four more stories for Homestuck. I still have to finish my Hetalia ones and FMA ones. I might do some of them but I might not. It's summer so who knows? Well I guess it was a bit OOC but this was based off a RP me and one of my friends did not too long ago. I'm not that far into Homestuck but I do know all the characters even the alpha kids! So please Review so I know what to change to make it more... I don't know like Homestuck.