On an absolutely ordinary day in a very ordinary part of Texas, a very ordinary family sat on the couch in their living room, eleven-year-old Dirk Strider playing a video game while five-year-old Dave Strider sat on his knee and watched, sipping apple juice through a straw.

After a few moments, Dave realized a question of utmost importance that he immediately had to ask his bro at that second, so he looked up and got Dirk's attention with his little five-year-old voice, "Dirk?"

Dirk paused the game and turned his shades-covered eyes toward his little brother, "What's up, little man?"

"How come we never run out of apple juice?"

Because I go out and buy it when we're running low. was the first thought that came to Dirk's mind. But hey, the kid was five. Dirk may as well make it a little bit fun while Dave still believed in fairy tales.

"Well, there's a magical, incredible, awesome, completely and utterly ironic being called the apple juice fairy."

Dave's eyes widened under his dumb pointy anime shades, "Really?"

Dirk nodded, pretending to be serious, "And every so often, this mystical fairy goes around and delivers apple juice to little boys and girls who are also cool and ironic in every way possible. I've been a loyal costumer of hers for years. And one day, that job will fall to you." His story done, he unpaused his game and continued playing. Dave just sat on his brother's knee, now awestruck at the existence of such a creature.

~~ 8 years later ~~

Now thirteen year-old Dave, older, wiser, cooler, and having replaced his old shades with the ones his best friend John gave him for his birthday, strode into the kitchen, wanting some sweet, delicious, succulent apple juice to quench his hellish thirst.

Slowly, tentatively, he reached toward the refrigerator, opened it, and...

"Goddamn it, the apple juice fairy didn't visit!" Dave exclaimed as he came to realize that the fridge was totally bare.

Dirk, now nineteen, stood in the threshold of the kitchen, "I told you, she only delivers to the cool kids." he remarked with a teasing smirk.

Scowling behind the shades, Dave shut the door to the fridge and stomped back to his room to see if any of his special treasure was hiding in there.


Author's Note:

So yeah, this is a little bit of silliness that I decided to write after we ran out of apple juice at my house. This is also my first Homestuck fanfiction, so I hope I'm deemed worthy enough by anyone who reads this to write for this fandom. Anyways, I'll consider my goal achieved if I elicited so much as a giggle out of you, and I would definitely like to know if I could do anything to make something like this better.

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next fanfiction!