(Alright, so I don't own anything but the story. That being said, please enjoy this Homestuck fanfiction that I wrote.)

It was currently Friday, 10:30 pm, after work.

It had been a shitty day at work, customers yelling at me, and expecting me not to get the least bit upset. Which of course, like usual, I was beyond a little bit upset. I felt like I could murder a village without caring.

I slowly walked to the front door of my apartment, inserting the correct key, and unlocking the door. I trudged inside, throwing my backpack onto the floor, and quickly slipping off my shoes. I shut the door, and locked it after I was fully inside. I began stripping out of my jacket and shirt, followed shortly after by my skinny jeans. I held onto my clothes, as I walked over to the laundry bin, and angrily tossed them inside.

I didn't know what to do anymore, work made me beyond pissed, and I always had loads of homework from University. Between College and work, my life was a nonstop spiral of anger and stress. I walked over to my backpack, knowing I should get a headstart on the homework assignment that was due on monday, and yet I couldn't quite bring myself to open my backpack, and start taking out all of my school work. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't get anything done until Sunday, when I barely have any time at all to do it.

Instead of grabbing my homework, I pulled out my cellphone, and began dialing my friend Sollux's number, wanting to talk with him for a bit, before I went to bed.

The phone rang several times, before Sollux actually picked up. "Kk?" Sollux's somewhat scratchy and nasally voice questioned. "What do you want?"

"Hey, I'm bored, but I don't feel like heading to bed, any advice?" I questioned, as I walked over to my couch, and laid back on it. Feeling the already uncomfortable cushions, sink down onto the springs.

"Have you watched that Youtuber I asked you to?" He questioned with a small sigh, obviously too tired for this shit. Sollux was always the sort of kid who did his homework as soon as he could, which obviously leads me to the conclusion that he just got off of work as well, and is working on it.

"Fuck no." I said, slightly irritated that he'd suggest that I would watch Youtube's biggest douche and heartbreaker. "He's a fucking moron, why would I watch his videos?"

"Because he's actually sort of funny?" Sollux said, obviously irritated that I just dissed his favorite Youtuber. "Just give him a chance, his videos aren't that long, meaning even someone like you could watch them."

I frowned a bit, knowing that I should probably forge my own opinion on him, and not just everyone else's. I mean, it is sort of rude of me to assume that he's a douche just because he's the most popular Youtuber. "Fine… What was his account called again?"

"D-Strides." Sollux reminded me, laughing a bit after he said it. "And watch at least two videos before you call me and talk about how much you hate him, okay?"

"Yeah, fine… Whatever…" I mumbled, knowing full well that he was only telling me this because I've done it several times. "I'll talk to you later." I said, hanging up the phone.

I let out a small sigh, placing my phone on the coffee table, and getting up for a shower. I'd watch his videos after I got cleaned up and ate some dinner.

I made it inside of my bathroom, not even bothering to bring in new clothes, since I live alone. I turned on the shower faucet, stripped out of my boxers, and went inside of my shower, leaning against the cold tile that lined the wall. The shower was hot, and relaxing, which is exactly what I had been needing since I got out of school today. I enjoyed every last second I was inside of it, feeling the hot water cascading down my pale back.

That is, I was enjoying it, until I heard my neighbor scream. It was lower pitched, and ear shattering. I covered my ears, and yelled out as well. "Fuck!" He was always doing that, every night he'd yell, or you'd hear something shatter. It drove me insane, to the point of searching for a new apartment, even though I was broke enough as is.

I swore that one of these days, if I ever meet my damned neighbor, I am kicking his damned fucking ass like he deserves.

My peaceful and relaxing shower was now completely ruined, which lead me to turning off the shower, and stepping out of it. I grabbed a black towel that was hanging from the shower door, and quickly drying myself off. When I was somewhat satisfied with how dry I was, I wrapped it around my waist.

I walked over to my dresser, which was just outside of my bathroom, since I owned a studio apartment. Which was way cheaper than any of the other apartments in the area, though it wasn't the best when I decided to have guests over.

I pulled out a new pair of boxers, followed by a plain pair of sweatpants, and quickly put them on. Afterwards, I walked over to my laundry basket, and placed my damp towel inside, knowing that it was high time that I washed it.

I went into the kitchen, and opened my fridge, searching for any sort of food that seemed somewhat appealing at the moment.