Author's Note: Published a bunch of fics and feel inspired to write. Now, for ships and shit. DaveJade now. Hopefully I can stop writing Homestuck stuff and move on to other fandoms. I have written too much for them.
"Jade put that down "
Jade smiled as she picked up the barely legal gun in the gun toting United States of America. Dave was fairly sure they used that in the Middle East and it had no place in the Midwest or the hands of a girl an inch shorter than him regardless of what she said her skill level was.
"Bro won't let me use that. He barely uses it." Dave said trying to talk Jade out of it.
"Dave. You barely use guns. Grandpa lets me use guns way bigger than this ." Jade countered.
"That doesn't mean you should use it ." Dave objected.
"Nonsense, this is perfectly-"
A shot rang out. Dave hit the ground.
"I'M DEAD." He thought.
She shot me. I'm dead. God I'm dead. Why didn't America have better gun control laws? I'm another dead teen. Jade, tell Bro-
"DAVE!"
Dave blinked.
"Get up!" Jade cried.
"You're not dead stop being overdramatic!"
Dave slowly sat up. Did he faint?
"YOU ALMOST SHOT ME!" Dave cried.
"No, I didn't. You know I'm a better shot than that. I could play William Tell with you if I wanted to." Jade explained.
"Don't. God, you're worse than Egbert. At least he doesn't make attempts on my life." Dave said standing up.
"Drama Queen." Jade laughed.
"Whatever just please put the gun down before I have another near death experience. "