A/N: Heyyo guys! Welcome to my newest fiction, "Finding Breath"! Homestuck was actually a pretty big part of my life for years, so this is my little tribute to it. I'm not really sure what direction this will be going, or what's going to happen! This story is more aggressively writing itself than the first ten chapters of "A Dark Path to Tread"! Let's get it on!

Obvious-as-fuck-disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck; I'm not Hussie

'Sometimes it's the question that's easy, and the Answer is difficult'- Dr. Suess.

Chapter 1: Breaking Heart

"You have got to be shitting me right now Janey!"

"No, I'm quite sure they were canoodling..." the dark-haired, bespectacled girl looked so sad at the statement, and I couldn't find it in me to disagree. Of fucking course the two hottest (*only) guys I knew were slobbing each others' wine bottles. I mean, yeah I knew Dirk was gay for like... ever, but Jake?! He seemed so into my bff-sy, Jane Crocker. Maybe he was Bi? Either way, he broke little Janey's heart. I reached out and patted her shoulder consolingly as she finally broke down and began crying quietly onto my lap. I stroked her black locks- ohmygodtheyweresofuckingsoft- as her hot tears plip plip plipped onto my skirt. I just couldn't understand it. Why would he pass up the catch that is Jane Crocker?

Her quirky little way of talking like a sixties housewife was totes adorbs, her sweet disposition and love for bakecraft was endearing, and she wasn't that bad on the eyes. Her light blue eyes were wide and innocent, set in an irresistibly pudgy face without a pimple or blackhead to be found in the tan flesh, and her hair rolled down to her shoulders in messy (but like, an organized messy?) curtains. She was a little on the plump side, but I think it just added to her charm, like she always tasted her own confectionery creations- whichbythewaywerealwaysamazinglyamazing- and her breasts were actually the perf size for her body. She was, of course, too self-conscious to discuss it or change with me in the room, but if I had to eyeball it, I'd say a solid C-cup. Seriously, how were they that big? Mine barely managed to B-cup it. Hell, if I got the chance, I'd take a sip from that Martini any day, but alas, little Ms. Crocker was purely hetero. Hilariously, she was the only one in our little flusterducked (*clusterfucked) group.

Dirk was so flaming, he made the Green Sun look chilly. Jakey was apparently just as gay, or maybe more like me and drank from both bottles? Anywho, poor little Janey was apparently destined to be forever alone. Or something like that. According to Dirk's Sprttie (*sprite) ARquiussprite, there were a whole bunch of new people heading in soon. Whoopee, more people to help us fight these creepy skele-goonthings.

Can't wait.

No, Seriously, I can't wait. I'm going stir crazy with the same stuff over and over.