First Songfic by me! There may be a few chapters, but I'm going to be ON it!
Song used: Sweet Magic by Sekken-P/Junky/Lon
TG: Hey, here's a song you'll like (ooc: it's the song!) .com/watch?v=uEVY7TFndbQ
I don't own Homestuck! Geez! .
~Making something happy and sweet
~Which ingredient should I use?
~Maybe the feelings inside my heart
~True Love must also be mixed in!
'Dave is mocking me,' John thought, 'He just looks around NicoNicoDouga for cute songs about food and thinks I won't find the subtitled version. 'He continues to listen to the song. "Sweet Magic" was the title of the song Dave had sent him. Lately, since around the beginning of February, Dave has been doing this. The song's pretty cute, but it got annoying after "Kitchen to Chicken".
~Hey! You want to right?
~To get caught in this sweet trap?
~Now I've made you my prisoner! ~…
"Either it's the fact he's got sketchy Japanese or he's doing this on purpose." John sighed.
~Just one bite won't be enough!
~This red strawberry (Me) is pretty stubborn
~Don't go looking for more other sweet places
~The perfect one for you
~there's still only one of those! ~
John doesn't have a Valentine. Dave knows it. He's going to tease him for it. And it's just making John laugh even more. Dave is really going to go on and on about this, isn't he? Well, he's going to be in for a surprise when he comes over this weekend.
~Hey! You've noticed, right?
~You've realized, right?
~The meaning of True Love.
~Sour things/~Bitter things
~Even those are fine sometimes. ~…
John went back to the PesterChum window where Dave was waiting for a response:
EB: I couldn't imagine you finding this stuff on your own.
TG: jade told me about one or two
EB: Keep this up and i'll actually start humming some of these songs and enjoying them.
TG: like you dont yet
EB: Oh i don't!
TG: hahaha fine keep in mind that theres still more where that came from
TG: so much more
EB: Why are you so bent on teasing me anyway? You don't have a valentine i bet!
TG: trust me egbert i could if i wanted to, but she hasnt come along yet
EB: Mister bleedingheart XD
TG: sure
TG: i have a feeling were going to run out of things to talk about soon, and i'm tired
EB: Goodnight then?
TG: i'm just taking a nap
EB: Oh, have a good nap?
TG: quit responding in questions
EB: You think i should stop? hehehehehe!
TG: good…nap…i think
EB: See you this weekend!
With that, John closed out of the Pester Window. He had a Valentine treat to bake! His smile was so big that when he went down the stairs to the living room, he didn't see his dad on the couch. He passed by him giggling to himself, and it caught his parent's attention.
"You sure look like you have a purpose." John's dad said, "Where are you going with that smile on your face?"
John was not going to tell his dad what he was doing, because it's a secret that only he can know about. Until he finishes, of course. Besides, he's going to bake something, and John does not want to say to his dad, "I'm going to bake something." Because of course, dad's going to want to know why. So John decided to lie to him.
"I'm just happy Dave's coming over, is all," John said simply, "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" His dad couldn't argue with that.
So John left his dad to whatever he was doing before and looked in the cupboards in the kitchen. Dad always had some stuff to use for baking. He could find the things he needs, then buy the rest…
"Don't. Even. Joke. With. Me." John said to himself. None of the stuff in the cupboards could help him with his little project. So he checked the fridge. Nothing useful here, either. It's like his dad literally hides everything from him that he needs.
"So I guess I'll go buy everything. That's not going to be so bad." John mumbled to himself. His self-encouragement was not really successful. He lived pretty far from a store of any kind.
John's smile faded, it's going to have to wait for a second. He wasn't sure if he even had any money lying around at all. Let alone, how is he going to get to a store without dad getting suspicious? When he comes home with junk his parent's going to ask. Oh, how is he going to get this done?
"If only I could just sneak off, but there's no way I can do that now!" John said, "If there was something I could do…" He faded off as he looked around the room and saw the back door was sitting right there, unlocked, and very much exit-able.
John crawled under the windows outside the house. He got outside without his dad noticing! He ran down the sidewalk. Each step was like an explosion of happy—but he was forgetting something.
"Money!" John facepalmed himself for forgetting about it. After worrying so much on how to get out unnoticed, he forgot about the money. Now he needed to get back inside unnoticed and find some cash, go back outside unnoticed, comeback inside unnoticed with stuff, and make his little treat! He got a little dizzy, thinking about all the sneaking around he would—will—do in about a few minutes.
He slipped back inside the kitchen door. Getting back inside—check! 'I'm hoping this will be the last time I'm crawling around today,' John thought. He shuffled into the room adjacent the kitchen, then tip-toed behind the couch and scuttled up the stairs into his room. When he was inside his room, he flopped down on the floor. 'So…much…sneaking around I cannot standing literally!' John whined to himself in his head.
Checking everywhere, in every nook and cranny (there was more crawling involved), and not a penny was found. But John did find his lost wallet with about thirty bucks in it. Out he went to buy supplies.
Find cash—Check!
Go back outside—Check!
Come back inside with stuff (unnoticed!)—CHECK!
"Now to make the treat!" John said. This is about the hardest part, because the kitchen is open to everyone. If dad were to come in while he was baking, well, you guess.
So John decided to make the treat at night: a yummy chocolate cake that he will make for Dave. It's going to be a small cake, but it's going to be baked with love. John had to prod around to find out what Dave's favorite flavor was; he wanted this to be great. A sweet surprise for a cool friend; at least, a friend he will stay. Maybe, if John makes this right.
He stayed up for hours trying to stay quiet, the moonlight his only light source while making this. When the cake went in the oven, he waited the whole half-hour watching it cook so that he didn't have to have the alarm on—sitting right in front of the oven, with the heat's light warming up the room a little, giving off a sweet cocoa smell. When it was done, so was the day.
John went upstairs to his room and hid the cake under his bed. It was put in a small red box that John bought on his way back home. As the boy crawled into his bed he wondered the question that was hiding in his head all day: "Will Dave like it?"
Tired and not used to being up this late, John fell asleep without pondering the question any further.
Maybe I'll just throw the second chapter at you guys soon, since it's already done. I might revise it, though!
