First fanfiction, if it's not to your liking I apologize, but I really am fond of this pairing. (Along with Dave/John, Dave/Jade, Rose/Kanaya, Nepeta/Equius, etc.) Also, sorry if there are any imperfections, or things that don't make sense. I'm actually not too far into homestuck. I'm just to Gamzee, actually. The only reason I know anything past Gamzee- Is tumblr.
Alternate Universe (AU) Homestuck Fanfiction
Pairing: John and Rose
Rating: T
Name: From the Beginning.
Summary: Rose and John have known each other for such a long time, and time always has it's way.
Perspective: Rose
I can honestly say that I have always felt this fond of John. He has meant a lot to me, ever sense we first met in the alleyway next to the Washington State History Museum when I first moved here from New York. He was sitting there, in tears. Honestly I probably wouldn't have stopped to see if he was okay- If he hadn't of looked up at me. His eyes, although filled with tears, were soft; and there was something else about him. Something that I still can't put my finger on. He was in an upright fetal position, with his arms wrapped around his bent knees, his eyelashes were moist with tears, and his buck teeth left small indents in his pants, from having placed his face in the same spot for too long.
"Are you alright?" I waited about 10 seconds, but he still hadn't answered me. He just looked at me, with watery eyes.
"Do you need some help?" He nodded his head no. At least he was trying to communicate- to some extent.
"Well- Why are you crying then?" He closed his eyes for just a bit longer than a blink and began talking.
"I- I was... I was being bullied. By some people. They wouldn't leave me alone. They made fun of me because my buck teeth make me look funny."I simply stared at him. That was no reason to be in tears. However, everyone is different I guess.
"I don't think they make you look funny." a small, quivering smile danced his face for a moment.
"R-really?"
"Yes. You look normal. Just like everyone else." but he didn't look normal. There was something special about him. Something you don't see in most people.
"Thank you, I guess. Wh- What's your name?"
"My name is Rose Lalonde. It's quite nice to make your acquaintance-"
"John Egbert." What a lovely name.
"Do you live around here, John? How old are you?"
"Ya... Just about a block from here... I'm 12." Oh. He's the same age as I.
"Perchance, do you live on Kankri Road?"
"Ya, my house is the first on that street."
"Mine- is the second. We are neighbors then?"
"I guess so!"
"Would you like if I were to walk you home? I could possibly protect you from any further bulling."
"Uhm- Sure, why not!"
And that was how I met him. Simple and easy. Everything just seemed to fit. He was the odd, adorable kid next door who happened to be my age. But everything took off from there. We would spend countless nights together, watching movies that were oddly good, in a sense. We played games, and ate enough cake, that his dad had backed for us, until John began hating it.
We were- Are best friends. - And as I stare at him now, commemoration all of these little things that make me love him- I sigh. I truly do love John Egbert, and I-
"Rose, are you okay?" I suck in a deep breath, as he caught me in my thoughts.
"Yes, of course I'm fine."
"You seem distracted. Don't you like this movie?"
"Oh, yes. Of course." Actually I had forgotten about the movie, almost entirely.
"Then what's buggin' you?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, John. Really. Nothing is bothering me." He stares at me intently and shifts towards me.
"Rose, I know I'm not always the smartest person, but I really can tell that you're sad... If you'd just tell me why, maybe I could help you out!" He offers a warm smile, and puts his hand on my shoulder. His grip is tight enough to comfort me, and loose enough that he isn't constricting any blood.
"I- John, do you remember when we were children?" He puts his index finger on his chin, and nods.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well, I was recalling when we were younger. Remembering how innocent and naive we were. "
"Wha'd you mean?"
"I... I miss being younger." It was true, but not what I wanted to tell him. I wanted to pour my heart out to him, and hold him close. Kiss him, hold him, call him my own. Honestly, I wish that he would at least have the same feelings for me that I have for him.
"I miss being younger too. -But hey! Being teens has it's benefits! You can drive! We both have a job! We can even go clubbing, as long as we don't drink!" He dances in his seat, imitating what it would be like to club. He is fist pumping, and his eyes are closed. He purses his lips, and swings his head forward and back.
"Yes- Those are all true." He opens one eye, but keeps dancing for a second.
"Rose- Is that really what's getting on your nerves?" He grabs the remote, and turns off the television. Damn, he saw right through me. Perhaps I could play it off.
"Of course. Being a child was quite a lot simpler. No responsibility. All we had to do was focus on fun. It was... nice." he stares at me, and nods slowly.
"Okie-dokie Rose, I'm sorry 'bout that."
"It is fine."
We sit awkwardly, staring at the black abyss of the television, which was currently off. John reaches for the remote and turns it on, breaking the silence with the sound of static. The movie had ended quite some time ago. He walks up to the VCR and takes out the old tape, discarding it behind him. He eyes another one, however. Picking it up, and inserting it into the VCR.
"You're gonna love this! It's called 'Titanic'!" With a click, the movie starts. We watch it. This movie is... Interesting. But the most intriguing part was when John began blushing and turned away, as to not see the red haired woman's breasts.
"I love you Jack."
"Don't you do that. Don't you say your goodbyes. Not yet, do you understand me?"
"I'm so cold"
John turns to me in one fluid motion, and starts quoting the movie.
"Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here." He grabs my hands "You're gonna go on, and you're gonna make lots of babies... And you're gonna watch them grow. And you're gonna die an old- an old lady, warm in her bed. Not here. Not this night... Not like this, do you understand me?" And in that moment, I kiss him.
There was chapter one. I do hope that you all enjoyed it. I put a lot of thought into this, and it means a lot that you like it. Constructive criticism is encouraged.
