Your name is John Egbert, and you're the new kid. You're mute, too, so that just adds to whatever shit you're going to have to deal with. You're very unsure about all of this, but you do have a half-sister that goes to this school. You've talked to her before. She's pretty nice, and from what you've seen of her, she's strong. Maybe if you hang around her you won't get picked on so much. In fact, you spot her inky black flowing hair right now. It's so long. Sometimes you wonder how she can stand having her hair so...not...short. You have a hard time thinking of a word to complete that sentence that doesn't make it all sound incredibly redundant. She could sit on it. Her wide, bright green eyes light up even more, if possible, upon seeing you. The last time you saw her in person was a few summers ago when you taught her ASL.

Since then, she's learned a lot. (Not exactly all of it was from you, though.) That was when you were like eleven or something. Now you're both 15, and Freshmen in highschool. Jade had been going to this school for a few months already. You just started, and now you're living with Jade because of your father getting a new job near here. He works at a bakery that's quite prestegious. They love him and he simply couldn't turn him down. He practically lives there. You had to stay later this morning to get your stuff all organized in a corner of the living room, where you'd be sleeping. Jade's Grandpa seemed like he belonged somewhere else. You weren't quite sure where, though. This happened every time you saw him. Like he'd rather be fighting off monsters in one of your "terrible" as everyone says, but you say favorite, movies.

"Hey John!" Jade yells from across the main hall.
"Hi Jade." You put your hands as high as you can get them, which isn't very high, and sign this to her.
She walks over to you and ruffles your hair, smiling. You can't help but smile too. She has this really contagious smile. You can't really explain why, but it's nice. You always find comfort in looking at your family member's smiles, even if they're somewhat distant family, like Jade. It was one of those things you can enjoy in a good friend. You look to your other good friends, rushing over. You wave to them. First, Rose, and after her, Kanaya. Tagging along a little bit behind them, rambling on about something from a previous conversation. No one could really hear him except for you, which made you smile a bit. You liked being able to hear things. It was one of the perks of being mute and not deaf. Voices really interested you. It was a good feeling, hearing someone's voice for the first time. You wren't sure if anyone else felt the same way about that, but hey, you're different.
So different.

Continue with the story already.

Fine, fine.

John: Be Dave Strider.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you're pretty much the king of the jocks. You can't stand it. It's like being trapped in some kind of douchey portal to hell. They bug you constantly and follow you basically wherever you go. You can't even avoid them outside of school.
It's not really a secret that you're not really into girls, yet they still pursue you. If desperateness were food, these girls could fix world hunger, you swear to God. Some of them don't really look all too bad. You can see why they're so liked, but you're just not into girls. Simple as that. No one in this school is worth liking in a romantic or sexual way, really. At least no one you've met so far. And you've met almost everyone there is to meet.

You seperate from the main group when the bell rings, as to not be extremely late for class for like the 90th time this year. You take a seat in your History class, where you usually sit. There's an empty seat next to you yet again. You wonder why it's empty. Maybe someone just wanted to leave it there for the sake of having a diverse set of seats that were filled and empty. But who the fuck thinks about that stuff? You. Dave motherfucking Strider.
As the teacher dully calls roll, you look around the classroom. There are a few kids missing. You wonder a bit where they were, but only for a little bit. You like to think on things, what can you say? When the teacher calls your name in a monotone voice, you know he wishes he wasn't there. You let sorrow escape into your eyes, not that anyone would see it. "Present." Your voice is quiet, deep, and Texan. Of course.

Right after role was called, a new guy came in. "Hey, who's that?" You ask, quite loudly.
"Oh. That's a new kid going here. His name is John Egbert, right?"
John nodded.
"Well, John. Tell us one thing about yourself and sit down."
John looked at the teacher, with an "are you fucking kidding me" expression.
"John is shy. John, go sit by Dave. Dave, raise your hand so John knows who you are." He turned back to the whiteboard, very uninterested.
John rolled his eyes, you raised your hand nonchalantly in the air.
You feel a slight breeze as John walks by you and sits down. He situates his stuff on the desk, ready to take notes or whatever he needs to. The kid was organized, you had to give him that. He looked over at you, showing off an overbite the size of a beaver's and some spectacular blue eyes you could only compare to some gem. Sapphire, you think. But that's really gay. You are also really gay, but not for John. You hope. He's a total dork, although his eyes fluster you a bit. They're so...blue. Opposite from your flamey red eyes, his eyes have a natural calm essence to them. You like them. You examine his hair, noting that it's black and looks really soft. Goddammit, Dave motherfucking Strider. You do not like John Egbert. Not one fucking bit.

He smiles at you.
Fuck.
Maybe a tiny bit.
Okay, yes.
No more than a little crush though.
You swear.