This idea has been playing around in my head forever, so I finally gave in and started writing.

I'm sorry the first chapter is a bit slow, but the second one is in the works!

Reviews are much appreciated!

"Sollux, wake up, sleepy-head!"
"Eh?" Sollux opened his groggy eyes, lifting his head from the cool, smooth surface of his desk. Feferi's face came into focus, surrounded by huge blond curls.
"Did you sleep the whole class?"
The classroom was empty, and Sollux realized he'd somehow managed to sleep through the noise of two dozen teenagers stampeding out of a single door.
"I think I got the first five minutes," he muttered, gathering his books and shoving them in his bag.
She rolled her bright blue eyes before hoisting up her own bag and leading him out of the class. It takes a moment for Sollux to realize he'd agreed to go over to her house to practice their theatre final, a dialogue which he'd barely read over.
There were still a few buses waiting for any left-over students, but Feferi led him past them to the parking lot, where an impressive sports car was parked in one of the best student spots.
"My brother drives me home," Feferi told him, and pulled out a tiny car remote. With a click of the button, the doors unlocked, and she gestured for Sollux to slip into the back. "He'll be here soon."
Sure enough, in a little over five minutes, Sollux heard the front door open, a mumbled swear, shuffling in the seat, and the door slammed shut. Sollux looked away from the window he'd been staring out of and registered a very disgruntled Eridan Ampora sitting in the driver's seat.
Sollux had seen him in the hallway a few times. He was a hard sight to miss with the bright purple streak in his hair, ridiculous glasses, and flamboyant outfits that only somebody with as much money as him could pull off.
"Who's this?" he demanded suddenly, as if he only just spotted Sollux sitting in the back. Eridan's accent was much heavier than Feferi's.
Feferi spoke before Sollux could answer. "Sollux. We're doing our theatre project together. Sollux, this is my brother, Eridan."
"Hey." He couldn't think of a more intelligent greeting.
Eridan only sniffed disapprovingly and turned around, twisting the key in the ignition.
Sollux didn't know much about cars, but it was obvious by the hum of this one that is was probably more expensive than anything he'd ever own. He thought of the old white piece of junk his parents had had for the past nine years. Two of the windows wouldn't open, one of the locks was always down, and he could name several occasions when the damn thing didn't start at all.
Feferi tried to make conversation throughout the whole ride, but she didn't manage keeping either of them engaged for long. When one joined, the other one would fade out.
It took twenty minutes until they turned into what he presumed to be their neighbourhood. The houses towered around the road intimidatingly, and it was as if they kept growing the deeper into the neighbourhood they drove. Finally, at the very end of the street, Eridan began to pull into a driveway which looked more like another street than anything else.
The house was huge. It made the rest of the neighbourhood houses look like toys. Sollux spent a good thirty seconds just staring up at it, wondering how anybody could need that much space.
"C'mon!" Feferi grabbed his hand and pulled him along a brick pathway that led to the imposing front door.
The house seemed even bigger on the inside, if that was even possible. They left their shoes in the front hall, and Sollux followed Feferi to a living room the size of a classroom.
"You sit there, and I'll go get my script!" she told him before dropping her school bag and trotting out of the room.
Sollux sat down at the very edge of one of the couches, as if wanting to touch as little of anything as possible. He felt like he was in a museum and everything was at risk of being broken.
As he looked around the living room, he noticed there wasn't a single family photo. In fact, there wasn't anything that would indicate anybody spending any time in the room at all. Everything was stiff and ornate, and again Sollux was comparing it to what he was used to with his own family. His living room had two mismatched and much-used couches, which he remembered bouncing on when he was little. He lazed about watching movies and occasionally spilling drinks or popcorn on the floor and coffee table.
But here, Sollux half expected dust. He found none, as he walked around the room carefully, not touching anything, but closely examining everything. Everything was clean and spotless but something felt odd about the whole set-up. He couldn't find a single thing which could be classified as a personal object.
There were a few paintings of sailboats and the sea, a ship in a bottle on the mantelpiece, and a thick antique rug covering much of the dark wood floor, but it all looked so planned out.
Before he could do any more snooping, Feferi walked in, script in hand. She'd pulled her long hair into a massive ponytail, and for the millionth time, Sollux wondered why he didn't have a crush on her.
"Okay, so, we'll read it over a few times with the script to get warmed up, and then we'll see how much we remember without it!"
Sollux agreed and they got started.
Feferi was a good actor-one of the best in the class. Sollux wasn't nearly as good, and he hadn't planned on taking the class in the first place, but he'd landed in it when he tried to switch out of art.
Once they'd practiced with the script twice, they set the papers on the coffee table and tried without them. Feferi forgot only a few lines, whereas Sollux couldn't help but stumble over almost anything. What was worse, his lisp was more evident than ever when he was unsure of what he was supposed to say.
Feferi let him skim the lines before they started again, and halfway through, Eridan slinked into the room, sitting cross-legged on the couch to watch their progress. Sollux knew Eridan was heavily involved in theatre, and had played in every performance the school had had since his Freshman year.
When they finally got through the dialogue without too many errors from Sollux, they took a break to eat.
Feferi told Sollux and Eridan to wait while she made something for the three of them.
Sollux sat on the couch opposite of Eridan. For a while neither of them said anything, and Sollux couldn't think of anything worth starting a conversation over.
"You're not supposed to face your partner when you're actin'," Eridan suddenly said.
Sollux blinked in surprise. "Huh?"
"You're supposed to stand at an angle. So the audience can see your face better."
"Oh. Um. Thanks."
Eridan shrugged. "Also you're too stiff. You can't just say the lines-your body language has to mirror what you're sayin'."
"Er, right, I'll keep that in mind."
"You better, or you'll end up lookin' like a stiff plank on stage."
"Uh, I won't actually be on stage, 'cause we're just-"
Eridan waved his hand dismissively, and Sollux caught a glimpse of several rings adorning his long fingers. "All the same."
Sollux couldn't think of anything else to add, so he was relieved when Feferi appeared, large bowl of chips in hand.
"There's soda and dip on the counter," she told Eridan.
He grumbled but got up to go get them and Feferi took his place on the couch, setting the bowl between her and Sollux on the coffee table.
"He's not really that bad," she said.
"Huh?"
"Eridan."
Sollux's brow creased in the middle. "I never said..."
Feferi smiled. "Yeah, but I thought I should let you know anyway."
She popped a tortilla chip into her mouth.
Eridan returned with the promised drinks and dip, and Sollux accepted his Mountain Dew happily, much in need of caffeine.
Feferi had flavoured the chips with lime juice, and the combination of citrus and dip was delicious. Nobody spoke until the last crumbs had been picked out.
"I was tellin' your friend here to be more open to the audience an' such," Eridan told Feferi, who rolled her eyes.
"This is the first practice though," she reminded him.
Eridan shook his head. "Excuses, excuses."
Feferi sighed and looked over to Sollux. "Sorry about him."
"Nah, it's cool, gotta listen to the theatre junkie."
Eridan arched a single eyebrow, an action that looked too well rehearsed to be natural. "Excuse me?"
Sollux blinked and opened his mouth to respond.
"Let's continue practice!" Feferi exclaimed quickly, clapping her hands together.
Eridan pulled his knees to his chest and sat back further on the couch to watch them. Sollux made a point to follow Eridan's advice, if only to give him nothing more to complain about, but he still managed to find plenty of mistakes in need of fixing.
Although he gave a few pieces of advice to his sister, most of Eridan's critique was directed at Sollux, and try as he might, he couldn't meet many of Eridan's high demands. Still, as much as he hated to admit it, everything Eridan said was true, and Sollux improved more that afternoon than he had all semester.
By the time they were finished, he could recite the script backwards and forwards and could easily have said both characters' lines if need be.
"Satisfied?" he couldn't help but ask Eridan, who hadn't moved from his seat on the couch throughout the whole time.
"Well it's better than the first time, I guess," Eridan replied, unimpressed.
Sollux choked back several creatively worded insults, opting instead for, "Well if you're so good, why don't you show how it's done?"
And he did.
Sollux realized it was probably a good idea to listen to Eridan Ampora.