A/N: I had no idea that this story would get so popular or if people would read it but here I freaking am again: I am going to update every chapter and fix a lot of weird things. God. I wrote this in middle school, so I feel so embarrassed. Overall tone of the story will stay the same with minor tweaks and corrections.

I am also sorry I have have ignored this story for so long…oh my god. THANK YOU FOR READING….

Note: I don't own homestuck, the great huss does.

Your name is John Egbert… and you feel crappy today.

Actually I felt more than terrible, I felt so tired and achy. I moved my arm over to attempt to get my glasses and successfully grabbed them; I put them on. My vision came into focus and I realized...Wow...did I feel horrible and Dave was coming over today! I tried to make my way out of bed but every muscle in my body hurt. Also, my nose felt dry, but it was running like crazy. I did not want boogers for breakfast, so I grabbed a tissue and blew.

I looked around my room and it was messy since I didn't have time to clean it yesterday. Feeling crappy yesterday did not help the current situation I was in now. I threw away my tissue and sat on my bed, pondering.

Today…I think I will try to act like regular dorky me. Yea, and I hope my plan works out or this will turn out a little more than bad. I got up and walked to my closet. I felt a bit stiff and almost tripped over some of my clothes. A wave of numbing dizziness hit me, the room swam around me as I tried to get a clearer view of the room. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision and my vision snapped back to normal suddenly.

I sighed and took off my pajamas. I put on my shirt that Jade, another online friend gave me, and then put a heavy sweater over it. I put some pajama bottoms because I didn't want to wear pants today, I could relax with Dave.

I sniffled and thudded my way down the stairs. The first thing that could register in my mind is that I smelt cake. Burt cake, my dad burnt cake, oh my gods; I think I'm going to be sick! I ran to the bathroom and disposed of my food that I ate yesterday into the toilet. All that food to waste, and Dad took me out to eat for a treat yesterday for getting good grades.

I flushed the toilet and got up. I tried not to pass out from dizziness but I managed. I took a few steps, and I was staring at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. Under my eyes were bags, from the lack of sleep I had last-night and my black hair was a mess. My fingers made my way to my hair, trying to get some out. This managed to get one or two, my hair still looking a bit messed up. Meh, I could deal with it for the day.

Someone knocked on the door. I composed myself a little and said, "Who is it?"

I heard the familiar voice of Dave Strider say, "It's me, and what are you doing in there?"

I leaned against the counter, and tried to act cool, as if Dave opened the door but just sneezed.

"Dude you okay?" I heard the worried voice say on the other side of the bathroom door.

I kept on sneezing and after my 7th one I managed to say, "Yea." In a weak voice.

My achy arm moved to the door handle, and I opened it. Dave was standing there, as cool as ever with the same poker face he always wore.