Before Note: HI! First Homestuck fanfic omg! I should apologize in advance for any OOCness and stuff. But this is fanfiction so it shouldn't really matter that much!
Ok so as far as plot and updates go, I'm not that much of a planner so updates might not be consistent and could take a while even more so now that I'm starting school in a week. I'll try to see if I can post something by then but the chances are slim. I absolutely adore JakexDirk (OTP!) so I just had to write a fanfic about these two! *scream* I suppose I should say I'm basing some aspects of high school life here on my own freshman experience and I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I just tend to write as I go, not really planning ahead much *dies*. But I WILL write sloppy make outs! It WILL happen eventually! XD
I will warn that this first chapter is a bit uneventful. But its the first chapter! I'm just setting up my stuff here! X)
Disclaimer: All things Homestuck in this fanfic rightfully belong to Andrew Hussie! I'm just bored, I don't want to gain anything here, just wanna entertain!
Enjoy!
Jake English never knew what to expect from high school. Movies and books always made it seem fun and dramatic. So many possibilities, so many things happening. So it shouldn't be that bad, right?
All in all, the first day of freshman year wasn't too bad.
Grandma Harley had eased the boy's nerves by wishing him the best of luck in his studies and in socializing. She assured him that there wasn't a thing the other students knew that he didn't, seeing as he had been previously home-schooled, and only now for the first time would he actually attend a public school. The raven-haired boy had left his house with a tight grip on his backpack and a good amount of confidence above his head, making the short walk to the school seem quicker than it really was. Such an adventure he would have! That was for sure! He had stopped after passing the gate, gazing at the massive building in front of him and then at the huge mess of teenagers that was piling through the doors.
Oh my, so many people.
Already, there was a drastic change in environment than what Jake was accustomed to. Screaming and shoving and overcrowded were nothing like the peace and quiet he was adapted to back at home with grandma. He would be lying if he said the loudness didn't slightly irritate him.
After being shoved through by a group of older looking boys, he quickened his pace to avoid being trampled upon and made his way into the building, realizing that, well, he had no darn idea where to go. He supposed he had to pick up his schedule, as he was told to do so when he had registered a few days back. Seeing that everyone scurried in the same general direction, he followed the crowd, feeling uncomfortable as he was forced to squeeze in between people to get by. Eventually, they all reached what seemed to be the cafeteria, where several desks stood in the front, handing out schedules in order of last name. Jake caught on quickly and stood in the line for the desk labeled A-E. He looked around at the people around him. Everyone either had a friend with them or was on their phones contacting their buddies. No one took notice of him and no one near him seemed to want to start a conversation. So he stood there silently, frustrated gaze on the shiny tile floor beneath him until it was his turn to pick up his schedule. Ok, well he supposed he would get more opportunities to talk to people once he was actually sitting in the classroom. And don't you get the wrong idea here, it's not like he had never spoken or made friends before. He wasn't that socially deprived. Sheesh. The internet did wonders. After navigating the crowd once again, he managed to find an empty table so he could properly examine the golden yellow paper given to him.
So he had Geometry first, not bad. Following it was Biology, then English, Physical Education, World History, and lastly, Art .
The tan boy sat there, musing over his schedule until an announcement was heard over the speaker, warning all students to be in their first period class in fifteen minutes before the tardy bell rung. He groaned out loud as the sudden realization hit him once again that he had no idea where in the world classroom B104 would be located. Sweet Jesus, he was hopeless.
"Hey there! Are you a freshman?" Green eyes snapped up and directed themselves to a tall girl with short hair and white glasses. She wore a dark blue skirt and a bright red shirt with the words 'Student Help' printed in large white letters and Jake faintly recalled seeing a few other students wearing the same shirt as well. "Oh! It's you Jake!" A blue painted smile perked up on her lips. "How's the public education system treating you so far?"
Aranea was one of the only people he knew enough to call them friend. He met her when he was around eleven at the city library. She was thirteen at the time. At first they simply acknowledged each other as they sat comfortably at the same table reading their literature. Eventually, they started chatting about their reading material and later on got to know each other more personally. She even invited him to hang out once in a while so she could introduce him to some of her friends. Jake had been quite intimidated by Meenah and Cronus at first sight, and half the time he just wanted Kankri to just shut his fucking trap for once. The boy got along ok with all of them, but the age difference, although it wasn't much, really made it awkward sometimes, seeing as he still was too young to understand certain…things.
Cronus and Meenah made sure to fix that, though. Aranea and Kankri had scolded them both after Jake started casually swearing and fitting things with double meaning in his speech. But the damage was done. His "innocence", as Kankri put it, was long gone. There was no going back.
Ever.
"It certainly is, uh, different?" He offered. How the hell could he even explain it?
"I get what you mean, but you have just arrived. You still need to judge the classroom experience," she grinned, "Speaking of which, we better get you to your first class. I'm assuming you have no idea how to get there, right?" The male nodded sheepishly and handed her his schedule.
"Well," her blue eyes went back to the paper again before she handed it back, "Your class isn't too far from here. Just follow me." And so he did, while struggling to keep up with her quick paces as he tried not to lose her in human traffic. Within a few minutes, the younger teen was met face to face with door B104 and he couldn't be happier for the help.
"I'm pretty sure I would have been wandering all the damn halls in the opposite side of the school if you hadn't come along."
"No problem!" Aranea grinned and raised a hand to tug at her shirt, "If you need any more help finding places and such, just look for the people with these shirts. They will all gladly help you!"
After she gave him a quick hug goodbye, the boy followed behind a few other students into the classroom. Most were already sitting where they pleased or standing to the side talking to others. The tall man he assumed to be the teacher sat quietly at his desk as he watched the incoming teens. Jake scanned the room and took an empty seat near the back where two girls were chatting peacefully. The smaller of the two turned to him and smiled.
"Hello! I see we'll be sitting next to each other for now. My name's Jane." She offered a hand and he took it without hesitance, noting how proper she spoke and dressed compared to the other students. Her short hair was neatly combed and her black shoes shone as bright as her framed glasses that stood neatly upon her clean face. A lovely gal at first sight.
"Jake English, pleasure to meet you." He spoke as smoothly as he could. Before either of them could say anything else, though, the girl Jane had been speaking to poked her blond head between the two and giggled.
"Oh my god, are you British? That accent is so adorable!" Her purple painted lips formed a grin and the male couldn't help but blush and fumble over his words at the attention.
"Ah, well, my grandmother took me on trips to Europe frequently when I was young. I should say I may have picked it up over time." A chuckle followed his statement. Grandma had always been the adventurous type, her love for traveling proved that. Yet, she wasn't getting younger as the years passed, so vacations happened less often and even more so now that school would limit his free time.
"Ooh. That's so cool! Name's Roxy, by the way." She offered a wink and went to her seat as the bell rang.
Being the first day, the teacher had nothing planned besides taking attendance and going over guidelines, so he left the class to chat for the rest of the period. Not much of an interesting teacher, Jake thought. Much to the boy's liking, the two girls were inclined to make Jake their friend and he got to know them better throughout the period. He learned that Jane had a passion for baking, pranks, and old-fashioned mustached men. He was amused at her silliness as she made faces with her fake mustachio dangling by a chain around her neck.
As for Roxy, he realized she was a more modern person for she claimed to be a decent hacker, enjoyed a good share of video games and knew her way around other gadgets. She also had a thing for books such as Harry Potter, or wizards, to be exact. He found it odd but he guessed it explained the ridiculously long and striped scarf around her neck (Jake was one to always watch the movies and never read the books).
Likewise, Jake also shared a few things about himself he found suitable. As he had mentioned before, he told them about the many trips he went on with his grandma and how he had been homeschooled (the blond one suddenly became way more interested as he revealed his practice for controlled shooting, a hobby that apparently, the both of them shared). He also excitedly brought up his fascination for any and every motion picture film in existence, particularly the adventurous blockbuster hits such as Indiana Jones and Avatar. Not to mention that Angelina Jolie was a total babe. Roxy ended up teasing him for it, calling him a dork, but Jane shushed her and they continued chatting.
The boy jumped as the bell rang for second period, making the duo giggle. They shared Pesterchum handles and compared schedules, glad that they had a few more classes in common. He had next period Biology with Jane and P.E and Art with Roxy. Hopefully he would be able to make more friends again the same way he did with the girls. Maybe he could see if Cronus, Meenah, and Kankri were also around, but he didn't set his expectations too high. They were juniors after all and probably had their own little group to hang out with. Jake had enough of hanging out with people older than him as it was. Too awkward and overwhelming.
After parting ways with Roxy, Jake and Jane headed off to their next class.
Ah, you're not getting lost yet, English.
(He knew he should have attended the orientation!)
The short girl clutched her binder to her chest and turned to look at the one next to her. "So should I assume you don't know a lot of people here?"
The male shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "Not really, I do know some people but they're juniors."
"Oh, I see. I could introduce you to some new people if you'd like?" She trailed off, waiting for a confirmation.
He smiled at her concern, causing a blush to form on her cheeks. "That'd be lovely."
Biology went similarly as Geometry, the period was free for idle talking. The only difference was that, oh yeah.
Jake met someone who must have been the biggest asshole on the whole fucking planet.
The guy was loud, rude, and incredibly immature.
Not to mention his art was shit.
And not shit as in the shit, like "omg you're an artist".
No.
Shit as in pure crap.
And while having shitty art was not a big deal, it didn't give you the right to broadcast it as the best thing in the whole world.
"Is he always like this?" The tan boy inquired. Jane sighed.
"Unfortunately, I don't get why he has to be so mean, though. He even treats his sister pretty badly, if not worse. Calliope is a complete opposite from him, she's really sweet."
Poor girl.
Before the adventurer could respond to that, a certain person was trying to get their attention. If you count a piece of paper being shoved in front of your face as getting your attention, that is.
"Hey Crocker! I drew you a portrait. Feel free to openly praise the perfection of it. I worked really hard to depict you as flawlessly as possible." There was a smug grin on the freckled face as he leaned over the wide desk and oh god are you serious. The paper showed nothing else but a light blue circle. A perfect light blue circle.
Hey, gotta give the guy some credit.
Jane muttered an "oh my god no" and practically hid her face in her hands, glasses going askew and over her forehead.
"Uh, what?" Jake muttered. If he knew one thing, it was that Jane certainly did not resemble a spherical shape!
The girl raised her head with an absolutely peeved expression on her face. "Caliborn, I am not fat."
The boy, Caliborn, poked her side and then her cheek, earning a slap at the hand. "The horizontal dimensions don't really follow your statement." This only seemed to aggravate the prankster even more.
"Then go fuck yourself!"
The raven haired boy made a mental note to avoid angering Jane in the future and spoke up. "Will you leave her alone already? Who gave you the right to go and insult her like that?!"
The other looked at him as if he barely noticed he was there, his expression then turning into one of complete annoyance. "And who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to do!"
"You three! Quit the arguing!" The teacher yelled from across the room. Some students started looking at them quizzically while others groaned after realizing what type of teacher they would be stuck with. The lady then pointed a finger at the rude boy. "You, back to your seat. I'll let it slide just this once." Well, there goes the first impression. Caliborn looked as if he was about to retort something back but decided against it and grudgingly complied. Good. The last thing they needed was a tantrum.
"He is such an unpleasant fellow." Jake mumbled, trying so hard to keep himself from engaging in a cursing fit. It was clear that it wasn't the first time Caliborn bugged Jane like that and it only irritated him more.
"Tell me about it," the short girl huffed, "But you eventually learn to deal with it. At least, most of the time." They both chuckled and waited for the period to end.
Following second period was a fifteen minute break and Jane wasted no time in dragging Jake along with her to meet up with the blond gamer.
"Have you seen Dirk yet?"
"Nah, guy's probably gonna be late like always!" Roxy giggled and adjusted her scarf. The other girl rolled her eyes.
"That's so typical of him," she directed her light blue eyes to the tan boy, "Ah, you still have to meet Dirk. I'm pretty sure you two will get along pretty well."
Dirk, huh? "If that's the case then I can't wait to meet him." He looked forward to the opportunity of making a new friend. Blimey! This day was turning out to be better than expected!
Third period English went pretty uneventful. Jake didn't really talk to anyone, but that was okay with him. He didn't really feel like it anyways after some shouty kid made such a terrible pun out of his last name during roll call, making everyone in the class erupt in laughter. So his last name was English and he happened to be in an English class. So what? At least the attention he was getting didn't last long as some blond kid with shades strolled in late. The adventurer payed him no mind and took out a piece of paper from his binder and started to doodle. By the end of the period the page was completely filled front and back with sketches of skulls and guns. He chucked it into the recycle bin as he went out.
Upon arriving at the gym with the assistance of some of the 'Student Help' people, he was immediately tackled by Roxy, almost knocking the glasses off his face. Oh yeah. He forgot he had this class with her.
"Hey Jakey!" She paused as she untangled herself from him and her purple eyes seemed to lock on to something. "Omg! Dirk!" The girl skipped past him and latched herself to the other boy as she had done so previously. The raven haired student raised a brow as she practically climbed onto the guy's back and squished her arms around his neck. He, in turn, hesitantly grabbed her ankles and adjusted himself so she wouldn't fall, causing her to bounce up and squeal. Jake took notice that he was blond and wore pointy shades (indoors?) and oh.
Mr. Tardy Guy.
Well, then.
"Dirk, this is Jaaaake," she pointed a finger which the guy obviously couldn't see, "Jake, this is Dirrrrk."
"Uh hi, nice to meet you," the tan boy would have offered a hand, but he suppose he shouldn't since Dirk's arms were currently occupied.
"Sup," the other male nodded, "So I see you've had the misfortune of meeting the feisty Lalonde over here?"
"Hey!" Roxy yelled, pouting and crossing her arms. Dirk took the opportunity to make her bounce once again and make her lean back, making her scream and clutch at his spiky hair for dear life. Jake couldn't help but smile. Were they together? It looked like it, but then again, those two and Jane looked like they were close friends. So it could be just some sort of platonic affection? He didn't really know and he would feel weird if he asked.
Dirk Strider was a very...interesting fellow. Jake couldn't really come to make a complete opinion about him. To start off, the guy was expressionless. And those weird shades didn't help either, hiding his reactions completely. Was it even allowed to wear shades in this school? The only thing he really got from the coolkid was a smug grin, that was about it. And he always spoke in this low, deep voice, his tone never failing to hide any sort of mood. It was as if Dirk either wanted a lot of attention or none at all. The adventurer supposed it was the former, seeing as the tall one kept to himself and didn't really talk to anyone else while Roxy went to meet up with old friends. At least he did get to learn a bit about him, like the fact that he was good at mechanics or that he was knowledgeable in Japanese culture (more like "he knows how to use shitty swords" as Roxy put it). But Jake had to admit, it was easy to talk to him, and it was amusing to see the two blonds snap insults back and forth at each other. So he made up his mind that, yes, it looked like he would get along great with the tech genius.
Nonetheless, the raven haired male was excited to hear that he had Dirk in his Art class as well. Dirk and Roxy were such a fun pair!
Lunch went by quickly, seeing as the four took almost the whole break trying to find Jane and waiting in the long lines to get food. The shorter male had hesitantly prodded at the mush of mash potatoes and gravy.
"Welcome to the world of school cafeteria food, bro," Dirk said, grabbing some juice and an apple before throwing the rest in the trash. Jake cringed.
"Seriously?"
"Yep."
Slightly disappointed, he sat along with the others at a table. Jane then proceeded to steal his attention for the rest of the time, chatting about her classes so far and asking how he was doing himself.
World History was going to be the class Jake was going to hate. He knew that much already. It seemed like the longest period of the day and the teacher was just so boring. It had been okay at first. After roll call, the old man went over a few rules and an overview of the material they were going to go over throughout the year. But then he started lecturing on the importance of being on time for fifteen minutes as one girl came in late, and he kept going on and on and on about college and responsibility and the tan boy almost banged his head on the desk because dear god he wouldn't shut up and it reminded him so much of Kankri and just
No.
Ugh.
Jake wasn't the only one that jumped out of his seat when the bell rang, making a run for the door.
When he entered the art classroom he was immediately called over by Roxy to one of the many tables that seated four people each. Dirk was already in his own seat there and there was another girl who looked familiar but was sure he hadn't talked to yet. The boy let his bag fall to the floor next to the chair and seated himself.
"Ok, so, this is Calliope," the blond introduced eagerly, "And Calliope, this is Jake." Upon closer look, Jake recalled Jane telling him about Caliborn's sister. And this was her, without a doubt. They were almost identical. Twins? But Calliope clearly had more feminine features. No wonder she looked familiar, but wasn't.
They politely shook hands and he noticed the sketchbook in front of her which she was currently using. Wow. She could draw. It was obvious that she and her brother really were opposites. The last thing thing she showed to be was conceited, rude, and a shitty artist. After the teacher called attendance, Roxy encouraged the girl to show Jake her artwork. She shyly complied and flipped through many pages, showing him the ones she wanted to. He easily recognized his three friends in some of them, and couldn't help complimenting her at the creativity. It showed that both the girls were close friends as well. The shaded boy kept quiet as usual, it didn't look like he really wanted to be in the class.
"I wanted to take auto mechanics." He had said when Roxy bugged him about it.
"But art is fun!" The three had tried to convince him otherwise, but to no avail.
The class flew by like some of the previous ones, and the bell soon rung. Just that this time, it was time to go home.
At least now he also had Calliope's Pesterchum handle, and Dirk's too.
The adventurer had eagerly burst through the door of his home and into the kitchen and told his grandma all about it.
"Oh I'm so glad you had fun, Jake." She said as she gave him a tight hug. "Such an adventure you had!"
The raven haired boy chuckled. "I love you too grandma!"
Such a great day he had!
Quickly, Jake then hurried up to his room and turned on his computer, logging onto Pesterchum and sending the four friend-invites. Should he pester them now? Was it too soon? He looked over the four handles. He kinda wanted to get to know Dirk better. Would he be more open if it was just the two of them talking? Would he even want to talk to him? He didn't really want to annoy the fellow, resulting in not talking to him at all. Maybe he should just talk to Jane or something when she was online. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a ping from the computer.
- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] -
Jake grinned.
After Note: Ok so I had a good time writing that! Lol Even if it was an abrupt ending D:
If you didn't notice with the Caliborn scene, its almost matches the similar scene from the comic, even the dialogue. hehe I might do that for some other fitting scenes idk lol After this I'll try to see if I can doodle up a good cover pic for the fanfic. Not promising anything tho! I'm so irked by the fact that we aren't really allowed to write 2nd person POV. I would have loved to write this in 2nd person D: ANYWAYS
Really hope you enjoyed! Comments and feedback is always welcome! :D