I'm in love with EriSol. So I'm writing a fic with them.

Okay so Sollux does have a lisp and Eridan has a stutter, but they're able to control the impediments and they only slip out when they're really emotional. I will not type out the lisp though, I will say something like "His blood was boiling and he didn't even notice that his lisp had slipped out" or something along those lines.

I'm still new with Homestuck. So I'm sorry for all the OOCness that will happen in the following fic. Thank you for choosing it to read.

Chapter 1

Sollux groaned into his hands and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. After staring at a computer screen for the past 14 hours he was ready to call it a night, unfortunately, according to the light filtering through the window, his night was just ending.

"Fuck," he growled, barely containing the urge to slam his fist into the computer. His short, red and blue painted nails dug into his palms and he took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. This was the third all-nighter in a row and the lack of sleep was starting to get to him. His eyes darted to the clock and a long stream of curse words tumbled from his lips, a bit louder than they needed to be.

"Shut the fuck up!" his roommate, Karkat, howled from the bedroom, but Sollux ignored him. He was already printing out the 10 page paper that was due in his next class and dashing around the apartment as he collected his stuff. He threw open the door to the bedroom, ignoring Karkat's grumbles, and quickly changed into a new shirt, black with small bees scattered across it.

"Make sure to actually get off your ass today," Sollux threw over his shoulder as he ran back into the living area and shoved his papers into his bag, quickly followed by his laptop. He got a muffled "fuck you" in response and grinned. "I'll see you when I get back." Then he was out the door and pounding down the stairs.

Sollux Captor was a nineteen year old student at the community college. He was skilled at computer programming and could hack his way into any computer, but spent most of his time playing RPG games with his friends. He was 6 foot 2 and had the willowy build of a runner. His hair was a dark brown that looked black in certain lighting and he had one brown eye, that sometimes looked red, and one blue eye. He had to wear glasses because his eyesight was horrendous and he could barely see a foot in front of him without them.

And he absolutely despised the cold.

His shoulders hunched against a gust of wind and his hands dug into his pockets. Unfortunately for him his apartment was just close enough from campus that he couldn't drive there without feeling guilty, but far enough that he had to walk quite a bit. Lucky for him there was a coffee shop right in the middle.

He threw open the door of the shop a bit harder than he needed to but he was anxious to get to the warmth. He sighed as the aroma of coffee wrapped around him and beckoned him inside. As much as he hated spending four dollars on a cup of coffee he needed the warmth that it supplied him.

As was custom he scanned the list of drinks until one caught his eye. There were a few people in front of him in line so he took the time to glance around the shop at the patrons. A mix of college kids and businessmen were scattered in tables throughout the shop. He rolled his eyes at a few of the kids with their beanies and scarves and hats they don't actually need. Hipsters.

Then it was his turn to order and he stepped up. At first he was taken aback by who greeted him. He'd never seen the guy before and he knew he would've remembered a face like that. High cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, black eyebrows that arched elegantly over emerald eyes that were framed by long dark lashes. His hair was black with purple bangs that were gelled back out of his face. He smiled and Sollux felt his breath catch in his throat. He didn't even notice the hipster glasses perched on the edge of his nose.

"What can I get you?" the guy asked, and Sollux noticed a slight accent to his voice. Either a Scottish or an Irish lilt.

"Oh, um." Suddenly forgetting his order Sollux had to look back up at the menu. "A tall pumpkin spice latte please."

The guy smiled again and Sollux shook his head. What the fuck are you doing idiot? Yeah he's attractive, but don't do anything stupid.

The barista slid a cup towards him and rattled off the price. Sollux handed him a ten and grabbed the cup, hurrying for the door before he did something like jump across the counter and make out with the guy.

Sollux stepped out of the coffee shop and shivered against the chill. His hands were wrapped around his cup and his shoulders hunched against the wind. He hated winter. He hated the cold. He hated the snow. He just hated it.

"Sir! Excuse me!" The door opened behind him, bell jingling, and he turned slowly.

"What?" he growled, his voice a bit sharper than it needed to be, but that didn't wipe the smile from the barista's face.

"You forgot your change." Sollux glanced down and sure enough the guy was holding out a five dollar bill with a few coins.

"Oh. Thanks." He reached out and took the money, quickly shoving it in his pocket as a gust of wind ruffled his hair and made him shiver. The guy was looking at him funny and he scowled. "What?"

"Stay here." Sollux stared after the barista as he disappeared back into the café, his eyes opening a bit in surprise. He didn't even have time to consider walking away when the door was being yanked open and the barista was in front of him again. "Here."

In his hand he was holding a knitted purple scarf and Sollux's eyebrows shot up. "I don't need it."

"Oh shut up." Before Sollux could protest the guy was wrapping the scarf around his neck, being sure to cover his nose and mouth. Sollux smelled and odd mix of coffee and ocean, and was surprised by the warmth of the scarf. "There. It looks good on you."

"Thanks." It was muffled by the scarf, but the guy obviously still heard it since he smiled.

"No problem. Just bring it back to me tomorrow." He turned to go back in but Sollux reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. When the guy turned back to him he snatched his hand back quickly and felt a blush darken his ears. The guy tilted his head to the side curiously and Sollux shuffled his feet.

"What's your name?"

"Eridan," he answered, pointing at a nametag that Sollux hadn't even noticed earlier. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sollux."

And then he was gone, back into the coffee shop before Sollux even registered that he'd never given Eridan his name. He stared into the shop for a moment longer before smiling softly and heading down the street.

Eridan, he repeated the name in his head and his smile grew. It was the first time in a long while that he'd actually looked forward to tomorrow.