Everythiing 2uck2 today. Ii wii2h iit could ju2t be over already. Thii2 2tupiid kiid- Sollux made a line across the desk with his pencil as his notebook was yanked out from under him.
"Hey! That the hell-!" Sollux started, then stopped, seeing who the thief was. "Oh, It's jutht you Gamthee."
The clown wanna-be smiled down at the other boy. "Hey man," he replied, drawing out the 'n'.
Sollux was a fifteen year old, black haired sophomore at Homestuck High. Gamzee, his close friend, was a year older, a black haired junior. The two boys had been neighbors for quite some time.
"So what is this thing, mother fucker?" Gamzee asked, flipping through the journal's pages way too fast for him to possibly be reading them.
"It'th my journal," Sollux replied, dropping his head onto the desk with a sigh.
Noticing his friend's downcast mood, Gamzee dropped the journal onto the floor beside Sollux's desk. "What's wrong bro?"
"Nothing really…" he mumbled, not looking up. "Jutht Eridan. I can deal with him though. It'th fine."
Gamzee frowned but didn't push. He set the journal back down and sat at his desk, on the left side of Sollux. Karkat joined the two a minute later, taking his seat in front of Sollux. "The fuck's wrong?" he asked, turning around in his desk.
Sollux picked his head up. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me fuckface."
"It'th jutht Eridan. Don't worry about it."
Karkat narrowed his eyes. So he was the problem. Karkat would have to fix that.
A/N: lame start, I know. Keep it? Leave it? review!