I want to write a Fanfic for real this time and actually publish it, so here is my first Fanfic right here and right now ( don't you feel so goddamned lucky?).

I have no clue what characters to use so I put a bunch of ships in a hat and picked one... Here we go.

Disclaimer: I ain't Hussie, sorry bitches, no sex with me will result in anything canon cuz I didn't make this shit.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Heels clicking on the floor, ponytail swishing back and forth, coat hitting the back of her bare legs, Jade walks along the apartment hallway, back straight and ready for business. She looks left and right every now and then, checking subconsciously at the numbers on the door. Finally the numbers begin to register. "417,418,419, ah, 420."

She remembers a conversation she had with a childhood friend about their apartment and what number they had and why- ironic purposes of course.

She turns on her heels and faces the door, numbers and a peephole staring into what seemed like her soul. She placed the two bags she was holding leaving only the giant tote slung over her shoulder, University of Hawaii embroidered on the side. Jade lifted her hand, balling it up into a fist, and banged it harshly against the hollow metal door, reverberating throughout the entire hall.

She heard sounds from the other side, sneakers tapping against the floor, stopping in front of the door. "Shit, bro it's the cops, go hide." She heard bare feet slapping against the floor, and suddenly the door flew open, a fully dressed man panning over the length of the door. "Well hello officer, how ar-" His red eyes drift to the bags on the floor and then back to her green eyes. "Jade?"

She smiles a bit. "Hi." The door goes flying, but the slam isn't heard, instead the door hits Jade's heeled shoe and bounces back, hitting the wall ever so lightly.

Dave's shades are back over his eyes. "What do you want. You aren't staying here so you better be one of those solicitors trying to sell me some kind of super human pair of boots that can keep a door from slamming without you even having to mutter a word of pain." Jade stares at him, no emotion whatsoever on her face. "Well you look nice, tell me, why are you here? After we all split and we broke up and never talked again, I thought that was a sure sign of an ended relationship. But of course you stayed with John and Rose and I, abandoned, had to sit and cry like one of those damn animal commercials, a playlist of sappy songs on replay."

"Will you please let me in?"

"No."

"Dave, I'm here as a friend, asking you please. I have nowhere to go and I have no career ahead of me. Please. I need your help."

He looked at he solemnly, staring into her face for any sign of bluff, but it wasn't there. "Fine. Get in here." He stepped back, then went and grabbed Jade's two bags on the floor. "Follow me." Dave turned right into a hallway and turned into the first door on the left. He placed the bags on the floor and turned around to see Jade staring at the room around her, looking like the young girl she used to be staring up at the snow she'd seen for the first time.

He looked too, and it was different from how it was when he was 16, it was neater, the walls were red, decorated with a giant decal of a deeper red gear on another side of the wall. His queen sized bed took up less then a fourth of his room space, half of it not taken up at all. What was, consisted of computers, speakers, turntables, a library of records, and a display of weapons. The front half of his room that was empty was covered with a rug shaped in a rectangle decorated with red and black squares.

Now, when Dave looked up, he saw Jade staring at him, smiling, and before he knew what he was doing, his arms were around her, their faces so close, he could make a move if he wanted and she wouldn't have time to do anything.

He leaned in slow, Jade closing her eyes and her thoughts racing. She prepared herself for the impact of his lips firm on hers, but instead, they were planted lightly on her forehead.

She kept her eyes closed for a moment, letting the realization hit her that he was no longer holding her. Her mind was racing at the thought of her ex boyfriend's soft lips pressed against her skin once more, and when she turned around, she caught the back of his sneaker heading off further down the hall.

Dave walked cautiously to his brother's bedroom, then slowly but surely opened the door. He slipped his body through the narrow entrance he had made and looked around the room; no sign of Dirk.

Already sensing what was about to happen, Dave flashstepped to his left, slamming his body into his brother's dresser as a shuriken flew past his head.

A head appeared from the corner or Dirk's personal bathroom and spotted Dave, then sighing, made his way to him, taking him into his grasp. "Oh thank god, I thought that was Child Protection Services coming to take you away from with me."

And with that, his lips were pressed against Dave's

Wowwa. I don't know if that was short or not because I'm typing this on my iPod's notes and then pasting in to Fanfic, so yeah. And that means that I'll go maybe a week without updating, but when I do, there will be a lot of new chapters.

Anyways, I don't give a fuck if you review or flame or whatever the fuck it is you guys do, but yeah.