Your name is Dave Strider and you are 17 years old. You used to be the cool kid in school, the one everyone wanted to talk to even though you didn't talk, the one that seemed to have an exciting, action-filled life. But all that changed the day your Bro died.

He was the leader of a gang. And a fucking badass one at that. No one expected that a gang fight would lead to the death of one of the most well known gang leaders ever to take over the Texas streets. But there was a huge fight between Bro's gang and another gang called "The Felt" which led to one of the worst gang fights in Texas gang leader, who was simply refered to as Lord English, ended up killed and Bro later died in the hospital.

After your brother's death you stopped going to school, you stopped talking to your friends, you dropped all contacts you had with anyone else, save a few important people. You lived in you and your brother's old shitty apartment and tried your best to pay rent. So basically, ever since your Bro died your life had turned into a living hell.

You look around your room. It was still full of your Bro's old smuppets and shitty swords. Sitting on a chair at the far corner of the room was Lil' Cal. Covering his eyes were Bro's anime shades. Although they were cracked, chipped, and somewhat broken, they were the best memory you had of him. Even so, seeing them brought back unpleasent memories of getting a call from the hospital, telling you that Bro didn't have much longer. You were 14.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your iPhone ringing. It was rare for you to get a call but you picked it up anyway.

"Yo,"

"Hey Strider," The voice on the other line said.

"Jamie?" You asked. "What do you want?"

"Meet me by Scratch's" Jamie said. "We need to talk"

"About?"

"If you want to know be there," She said and hung up.

"Bitch" you muttered and put on your shades. You worked your way through the sea of puppets and smuppets to get to the door. You opened it and went down the elevator. Stepping out of the cheap apartment complex you headed to Scratch's DJ Shop. You went to a thin alley between it and another building and called out.

"Jamie! Get the hell out here."

You heard a chuckle and Jamie stepped out. Jamie was a member of your Bro's gang and you have known her for as long as you can remember. Dressed in knee high black combat boots, leather short-shorts, a white tank top that showed of her stomach and her silver belly-button ring she looked like she could be in a biker Playboy. Her white streaked black hair was pulled up and she looked at you through dark contacts. Like you, she never like the color of her eyes so she hid them behind contacts.

"Listen Strider," She said. "I know you miss your brother, I do too, but you have to move on. You won't be able to stay like this forever."

You glared at her. This was not something you wanted to talk about. At all.

She sighed. "Dave I know. I loved him too."

You looked at her sadly and placed a hand on her shoulder. She had been dating Bro at the time when he died. They really were in love, no matter how much they denied it. She took the news as bad as you did.

"How are things going with rent?" Fuck.

"..."

"How much longer do you have?"

"...A month"

"Dave...Where will you go?"

"..."

"Strider...Do you want to stay with me and my siblings?"

You looked up at her. "What?"

"You heard me. We have an extra room, and your running out of cash, so why the hell not?" She replied. "Plus both of my siblings are your age, you could use the friends."

"Why?"

"Dave. I fucking raised you most of your life. You're pretty much my brother already so why the hell shouldn't I help you out?" She was getting annoyed and it showed.

You considered it. It wasn't that you didn't trust her. She was right she pretty much raised you while Bro dominated the streets. And you did need somewhere to stay after you run out of money. But what worried you was her siblings. You never were good with people, even in school. You rarely talked and acted like a total bastard when you did.

"Dave. Answer me." She looked at you square in the face. Her glare was piercing through her contacts.

"...Fine. Whatever the hell you want." You shoved your hands deep in your pockets. "When?"

"Whenever you want." She said. She gave you a small smile.

"I'll come in a week."

"Good I'll tell John and Jade." She gave you one last smile before turning on her heel and disappearing into the dark alley.

You turned around and headed back to your apartment, preparing to pack your things.

Okay so the DavexJohn starts during the next chapter :) This is just like an introduction. This is my first Homestuck fic and my first time doing a 2nd person POV and I hope yall like it ;) I chose the name Jamie just to go with John and Jade :P I feel so bad for killing Bro but I had to D:

R&R :D

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