A/N: Ahh... I finally finished the first chapter of this thing. Man, this thing took forever.

Anyways, this is my first story written on here. So... don't be too hard on me? I don't know. I tried my best! Please enjoy!

° .。.:*・° ° .。.:*・° ° .。.:*・°

The rain poured down as the boy trudged through it. He had forgotten his umbrella this morning, but he didn't mind. After all, he forgot to do so often. The rain dripped down his hair as he brushed his bangs behind his ears, so he could see clearly through his shades. Looking up, he realized he was close to his house. He lived in a small town, where everything was peaceful and all was calm. Not many people lived in the area, and he would rather not talk to them, because he thought they were all lunatics. Most people were, in his mind.

After he turned a corner and walked a bit more, he reached to the front porch of his house. It was a rather large house, filled with weeds and occasional flowers. Though his bro was pretty rich, the house sure didn't look that way. The boy guessed he liked it this way though. Attention brings trouble. Sighing, the boy took his backpack and placed it on the floor. He then opened a small flap of his backpack and reached into it so he could pick up a ring of keys. He looked for a certain one, pushed the correct key in, and unlocked the door. He took the key out from the keyhole, put the ring back where he found it, and opened the door while placing the backpack back on his back.

His bro was sitting down on the couch, watching his favorite show on the computer in front of him. Every time Dave came home from school, he was always in a weird position on the couch. This time it wasn't as weird, but more like he was completely wrapped around in a blanket with large headphones on his ears. And… were those tears?

"Hey." The boy simply said. When his bro was like this, he would rather avoid him, but he guessed that he should at least say hi. He didn't respond though, like usual. He's was too wrapped up in whatever he's doing. Apparently ponies were an important thing to cry about.

After avoiding all the puppets that were left on the stairs, the boy walked up to his room upstairs and threw his backpack onto his bed. He shut the door behind him and went to his computer. It was his daily routine. There was nothing else to do, well at least while bro is acting like a lunatic. As soon as he sat down and turned on his computer, he logged into Pesterchum. People weren't usually online during this time since most of the people at his school either drive or take the bus back home, but he knew one person who was definitely there.

- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] –

TT: Why hello, Dave.

TG: hey

TG: whats up

TT: I just wanted to know about that big riot during a certain 4th period class.

TT: You were there and online now, so I thought I would get the scoop from you.

TG: aw man you missed like the best thing ever

TG: like we had the teacher sayin that we wouldnt be able to watch this movie because of his damn schedule

TG: and we were like bullshit

TG: so we argued so loudly that even the principal had to come in and make us shut up

TT: Did you eventually come to the point where the teacher was forced to give in?

TG: heck yeah we did

TG: and the whole class rejoiced

TT: It sounds like you had quite the exciting day.

TG: yeah but besides that it was hell boring

TG: like we had our math teacher teach us the same ol boring thing again because no one understood jack shit

TG: i swear it was the longest period of my life

TT: And to think I missed all of this due to my illness.

TT: You had this whole adventure without me and I didn't even know about it!

TG: the only thing you missed was the perfect opportunity to distract the teacher with your creepy ghost shit

TG: like seriously do you ever shut up about it

TT: Hey, everyone has a passion.

TT: Even you have a passion that you would like to keep secret.

TT: After all, why would you rap without telling me?

TG: shit

TG: you know about that

TT: It's kind of hard to avoid hearing you rap during lunch.

TG: fuck

TG: ok you never heard about this

TG: ill even keep your wizard obsession a secret just jesus fuck

TT: I'm glad we could get that over with and settled.

TG: ok so were cool

TT: I believe so.

TG: great

TG: anyways did i tell you about

Suddenly there was a thud at the back of the room, causing Dave to spin around and look behind him. There, he saw a girl about his age, trying to pick up a box of apple juice that she had dropped. She had large circular glasses and a long skirt that swished as she bent over to pick up the dropped object. Noticing she was being stared at, she looked at Dave with wide eyes and bent upright. Before he could say anything or even raise an eyebrow, she put the box of apple juice onto a nearby table, ran up to him with a wide smile on her face, and shook his hand vigorously. "Oh, so you must be the person I was assigned! It's really nice to meet you! Your house was so nice that I just couldn't help but look around! Though it is a bit messy. But don't worry! We can fix that later once we get to know each other. Sorry about the apple juice mishap. I accidentally tripped over one of your cables to that… whatever that is there, and dropped it! What is it that thing, by the way? Those wires are connected to that thing, right? Right?"

She just kept on talking and shaking his hand as Dave sat there in shock with his mouth agape. He didn't remember letting her in, or even seeing her. Where did she come from? Eventually, she let go of his hand and started exploring the rest of his room. Sooner or later, he found the right the words from inside his mouth, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, please don't mind me, I'm just looking around." She continued to prod and poke at everything in sight. "Hey what's this thing?" She lifted up one of Dave's shitty swords that he had left lying on the ground and looked at it in awe. "Is this a sword? How cool is that?!"

Dave stood up, walked up to her, and forcefully took it away from her, "Of course it's a sword, but really who are—"

"Oh my gosh! What cool posters!" Ignoring the fact that Dave had rudely grabbed the sword she was holding, she quickly ran up to his posters and pictures, staring at them like it was the most amazing thing in the world.

"Yeah, they are. Lady can you at least an—"

"What's this high tec looking thing? What it is? Does it play music?" She lifted up a disk from the turntables that were nearby and examined it. She then pushed several buttons and played with some switches, accidentally turning it on.

"Hey, don't touch those." He quickly took the disk out of her hand and pushed her back. He then turned the machine off. "I'd rather not have you accidentally break shit. Especially that. Now would you please tell me what's going o—" Again, before he could say anything, she ran straight to the his closet and opened the door to it.

Reaching her hands inside, she exclaimed, "Your clothes are so cool! You really have good taste, you know?" She giggled as she flipped in the air with joy and continued to rummage through it.

Wait.

Flipped in the air?

"Holy shit!" yelled Dave as he looked at her in shock. He quickly drew out the sword that was in his hands and pointed it at her. The girl, now with some pictures that he had taken in hand, floated towards Dave's bed and sat down. "Hey, girl. You have five fucking seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on."

The only response he got from her was a bunch of laughter that she had been trying to hold back ever since she had set eyes on the pictures in her hand. He felt annoyed at her reaction, especially since she still wasn't answering a single question of his. Groaning in frustration, he pointed his sword right up to her neck, surprising her and making drop the photos in surprise.

"Five seconds has been over for a while, lady. I'd rather not have to use force to get that question out of you." She raised an eyebrow at him. It was obvious that he was confused and rather annoyed at her behavior.

"You do know that you can't hurt me, right?" The boy didn't move. He stood perfectly still, carefully watching her from behind the shades he had loved so much. "Besides, I really doubt you would even try to swing that thing at me."

"Watch your tongue, lady. You don't know who you're messing with." His grip tightened on his katana as she sighed.

She pushed up her glasses with a sigh as she spoke, "You're Dave Strider, a seventeen year old boy in the eleventh grade. A boy with low self-esteem and apparently too afraid to even start up a conversation. A boy who distrusts many. You fight with your brother using that sword of yours, but I know you don't actually want to hurt anyone with it." She looked at him with a small smile, "Are you sure you don't want me to continue?"

Dave lowered his katana, flabbergasted at this girl's amount of information on him, and spoke in a quiet voice, "Who are…"

She then causally rose up her hand and a folder appeared out of thin air. She then took the folder that had just appeared, opening it for Dave to see. "It's all right here." Without a second thought, he took the folder out of her hands and looked through it with wide eyes. Almost everything about him was there. There were obviously some things that were left out, like his hobbies and such. But his whole life was right there. Every last bit. Even a picture of him with his shades on was paper clipped to it. The girl then spoke again, "Sorry, I didn't mean to read the whole thing, but I had to! Would it make you feel better if I said that I just skimmed it?"

His eyes quickly looked upward at the girl and stared at her for a while. She couldn't see where he was looking, which was a good thing for him. In his eyes, she didn't look so bad. Sure, she looked a bit guilty after admitting she had a file about his whole life. But she seemed nice enough. Though after this huge fiasco, Dave decided she couldn't be trusted.

Dave gave a huff as he handed the folder back to the mysterious girl. She then snapped her fingers and made the folder disappear once again. Seeing that he had many unanswered questions, he walked over to his computer, placing his katana down onto his desk, and pulled his chair over to where she was and sat down.

His person on the other side of his computer could wait.

"So… who are you? And what are you doing here" He asked her as she looked at him with a strange look.

She gave a small laugh and answered, "Heh, they didn't tell you anything?"

"Who told me what? C'mon, stop being so mysterious here. If you can't tell, I'm sort of frustrated with this whole situation here." Dave pushed his bangs out of his face, making sure he could see her clearly. He didn't want to back down for a second.

"Don't blame me! I thought they told you everything." She pouted, crossing her arms. "Anyways, since you don't already know, I'll tell you! Basically, I'm your Spirit Buddy!"

The girl gave a cute smile on her face as Dave looked at her with a straight face. He then crossed his arms and repeated what she had just said back to her, "Spirit buddy?"

"Well, sort of." She started playing with the strands of hair nonchalantly as she continued, "It's just that, The Spirit Alliance Pacifiers doesn't sound very fun, you know? And so, I changed it!"

"So you're part of some crazy group called the SAPs?" Dave asked as she frowned and crossed her arms similar to his. Even though this whole situation was quite the extraordinary, Dave couldn't help but believe her for a short second. He mentally shook his head, quickly dismissing the thought. He continued to listen as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I guess you can call it that." She said, "But Spirit Buddy sounds like a better name, no?" Dave shrugged his shoulders as she let out a soft giggle. "Anyways, I'm here because I need to make you happy!"

"Happy?" Dave asked as she nodded her head.

"Yup! Just like me, see?" She pointed at her face and gave him a bright smile. Seeing this, he mentally decided that she was just an idiot and he shouldn't bother with her.

"Great, so now you can leave." He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to make her stand up. She looked at him with a confused look on her face as he stood up as well and started to pull her towards the door. He let go of her hand and pulled open the door, "Thanks for coming, but now it's time for you to leave."

"Dave, it doesn't work like that."

"Out."

"But I haven't do— "

"Out." He sternly interrupted. Getting fed up with the strange girl, he went behind her and shoved her out the door. Slamming it shut and locking the door, he went back to his computer, pulling the chair the he had used, and started typing back to the person on the other side.

TT: Tell me about what?

TT: Dave, you do know that keeping a girl waiting is considered rude and impolite?

TT: At this point, I would have called you several silly nicknames, hoping to grab your attention, but I just don't feel like it doing so right now.

TT: Though something's telling me to do it anyways.

TT: You don't want me to go as far as to call you David, do you?

TG: woah shit hold your horses rose

TT: Why hello, David. Glad you could make it.

TG: haha shut up

TG: i just got distracted thats all

TT: Everything is cool now I presume?

TG: yeah

TG: dont bother asking you wouldnt understand

TT: What makes you think I wouldn't? This is a baseless statement.

TG: no i guarantee you wouldnt understand

TT: If you say so.

TG: anyways what was i sayin

TT: Can't you just scroll up? It's easier than me telling you.

TG: fine

TG: oh ok i just saw it right now

TT: So, as you were saying?

TG: yeah so anyways

TG: our bio teacher was acting kind of crazy this morning

TG: i think that she

"Who are you chatting with?" Dave quickly turned his head to notice the girl looking at his screen. He stared at her in shock while she scanned through his conversation. Noticing that she was reading his chat, he quickly minimized the chat window. "She sounds nice."

Turning his whole body towards her he said loudly, "How the fuck did you get back in here? Climb the window?"

"Dave, does the word, spirit, mean anything to you?" He stood up in frustration and walked out the door, grabbing a small razor from a drawer unbeknownst to Jade , and walked into the bathroom.

Thinking that she had done something terrible, making him storm out like that, she walked to bathroom and knocked on the door. Getting no response, she sighed and said, "My name is Jade Harley. It's really nice to meet you." She then turned around gloomily and went back into Dave's room to start cleaning up his room as an apology to him. After a couple of minutes, Dave came back into the room and put the razor back into the drawer and looked at Jade as she cleaned up. She then noticed that he was back and simply said, "Sorry."

"Just…" He was so frustrated with her, but he just couldn't find the right words to say, "Don't talk to me." He then went back to his computer to chat with his sick friend, ignoring the depressed look on her face.

° .。.:*・° ° .。.:*・° ° .。.:*・°

A/N: So what do you think? Yeah, I kind of ended it on sort of a sad note. But whatever I guess.

If you have time, I would greatly appreciate a review, a rating, or whatever you can do! Thank you for your time!