Hiya! This is my first submission to this website, and my first Homestuck fanfic. I may add other chapters in the future if I am asked to. Anyways, in this story the trolls are sophomores in high school, along with the beta kids. Alright, I'll shut up now. Enjoy! :)

Your name is Aradia Megido, and you are not used to the cold.

Your brown eyes scan the clouds for a hint of the snow letting up, but to no avail. The weather doesn't bother you so much, but your mother is attempting to shield herself from it, as if it were acid. Your mother is an interesting person. She has never been here in New Brunswick before, but then again, neither have you. You have lived in Florida since you were born. This is the first time you have ever moved, let alone to a different country.

You don't really know how you got into this situation. You don't know how your mom just stopped loving your father. You don't know how she could just get a divorce and move on so easily. You don't know how you could handle it when your father started crying as he left. You don't know why your mother had to go all the way to Canada to leave the memories behind. You do love your mother, but love doesn't mean understanding. The one you truly love and understand is your father. You miss him. You miss Florida too. You probably have more snow in your dark, wavy hair than you have ever seen in your entire life.

It's December 13th, and feels like -30 degrees outside. You stand on the worn sidewalk in your new, dark grey, extremely itchy winter jacket and soaking wet brown boots. You are laying eyes on your new home for the first time through the mist of your breath, while your mother unpacks. It's pretty standard; smallish, white siding and black tile roofing. About a foot of snow covers the only evidence of a front yard. It has a single-car garage out behind the house, connected to a pavement driveway. The only neighbors the place has is a tall yellow house surrounded by a thick cluster of trees, and an old pizza place that seems to have been out of business for at least a century.

The street seems pretty quiet. Or, quiet enough until you collapse onto the icy sidewalk! The impact hits your spine hard and effectively forces the wind out of you. You start to pray for the world to stop spinning. As your vision clears, you hear footsteps. Suddenly a boy comes into view above you while you lay on your back. But he is not looking at you. The boy is yelling at whoever pushed you off your feet. He starts to run after this person. You force yourself to sit up, and have a chance to see what is going on. The person who pushed you was a girl! She had long black hair and a sharp visage, sharp seemed like the perfect word to describe her. She looks to be the same age as you, as well as the boy, who has blonde spiked hair and glasses.

" what the hell ii2 wrong wiith you Vrii2ka?!"

" Mind y8ur m8nners, fo8r-eyes!"

The yelling continues for over fifteen minutes straight, the time it takes for the girl, apparently named Vriska, to promptly punch the boy in the face, and abscond down the street. The boy is sprawled out over the sidewalk, face up with his glasses chipped on the pavement. You work your way towards him, careful not to slip on the ice. You crouch down to get a good look at him. He has a pointed chin, but there is something soft about him you can't place. He's pretty thin, and wearing only a red sweater and blue finger-less gloves to protect from the cold. His black skate shoes and dark jeans look out of place in the winter snow. He looks to be a few inches taller than you.

" hell0?"

" hii.."

His eyes are closed in a wince, and the apple-sized spot on his left cheek where Vriska hit him is rapidly turning purple.

" why w0uld she hit y0u?

" becau2e that'2 vrii2ka 2erket. fuck, iice hurt2 liike a biitch.."

You have to stifle a gasp as his eyes open. His eyes... One is a brilliant sky blue, the other is a golden-hazel color. He seems to notice your surprise though, and looks away nervously.

"my eye2?"

"yes... How are they..."

"ii get that look a lot, ii wa2 born wiith eye2 liike thii2."

He was lisping. You strangely find it cute. He starts to get up with a groan, and you try to help. He gives you a look that suggests he can do it on his own, and you give him a look that suggests your help is not optional. He seems to steady himself by holding your arm a bit longer than necessarily, but maybe thats just in your mind. Wait, why would it be in your mind? Why are you thinking this? Should you be thinking this?... You don't know...

" are you alriight?.."

" 0h, s0rry. i guess i just spaced 0ut.. 0_0"

Well done Aradia, that was intelligent. You have a mental facepalm x2 combo.

" okay... 2o.. are you new iin town?.."

" um, yeah. we just g0t here less than an h0ur ag0.."

" oh, wow. uh, any iidea what 2chool you wiill be goiing to?"

When you say the name of the school he seems to perk up, even more so when you say it will your sophomore year.

" cool, we miight even end up iin the 2ame cla22!"

" i w0nder, maybe we will.. um, what's y0ur name?"

He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by your mother calling you to come inside to take a look around. The boy gives a shy smile.

" ii gue22 ii better go, and i wiill 2ee you at your new 2chool 2oon.."

" 0kay..bye.."

You smile back and race up the driveway. You find out too late that you got too careless, when the ice slides your feet off of the cold ground and into the air. You feel fast hands stop your fall, and you once again stare into the boy's incredible eyes, that at this time, look just as surprised as you are.

" s-s0rry 0_0 um, thank y0u.."

" no problem.."

You allow him to help you stand upright. He waves goodbye and makes his way up the sidewalk. You watch him leave and shake some of the falling snow from your jacket, then turn to the new place to call home. You find yourself smiling at your boots, but you can't help it.

Your name is Aradia Megido, and you may just have a crush on a boy you barely know.

Your name is Sollux Captor, and you may have just seen the most beautiful girl you have ever laid eyes on.