Author's Note!

Hello! I hope you enjoy my story, and please leave a review as long as it isn't being flat out rude. It'll help me.

I think it's pretty okay, and it's been awhile since I wrote something mildly okay in my opinion. Also, I know the Homestuck fandom is dying, but I am still going to write this cute little idea of a story.

For now, the rating with be T. It might change!

Anyways, I will end my little nervous ramble here and will let you continue on with the story.

You were sitting on the couch, when you had heard the knock. This was weird, because you never get guest. Why? Because you don't want you and your brothers' friends to see the mess that's everywhere, you and your brothers are never in the 'mood' to clean. Anyways, back on track, you don't get guest. You try and contemplate who it might be when you heard another knock. Whelp, guess I have no choice but to get it, don't want to be rude now do we.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." You swallow a knot that was in your throat, 'Why am I being so unironically dramatic?' When you opened the door, you were met with two boys. One was about 3 inches shorter than yourself, which was kind of funny because he himself was 5'5 and a quarter. Everyone must add the quarter! Ironically, of course. (A/N: Not ironic, I know. XD) Anyways! He was shorter than himself, and he had jet black hair, which he couldn't tell if it was styled or messy, both maybe? Who knows, he was wearing a white shirt that had a green, what I think to be a ghost? This kid was confusing look wise, he also had khaki shorts, and blue converse. The taller one was about 3 or 4 inches taller than himself, great. He also had jet black hair, unlike the other it was styled. He wore a white shirt that had a dark green skull on it, he had above the knee khaki shorts that were slightly tight. They were both had two things in common, black rimmed glasses and backpacks with luggage in hand. You were too busy examining to notice how they kept glancing at each other, they were uncomfortable.

"Erm, hello. Is this the Strider residence?" Ah, so he isn't a random stranger? He had an English accent, not going to lie. It was kind of hot.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" He pulled out his phone, he knew he was being rude but he had to ask both of his brothers if they had invited anyone.

"Well, this is where our host family is supposed to be." The boy gave a nervous chuckle and glanced at the other, he handed over a paper with their address along with other information, the one that grabbed your attention was your eldest of your brother's number.

"Whelp, Welcome to the Strider Casa. You can sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable while I go get my brother who is currently here." You tried to walk calmly, but as soon as you were in the hallway you sprinted to Dirk's room. Once you got to his room, you swing the door open, run to him and pulled the earphones out of his ears.

"What the heck is wrong with y-"

"Random hotties who know are last names and address are currently sitting on one of our couches!" He said as he was trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell are you talking about? Is this some prank or did you grow balls and ask people over for a f~~un time'." He said lazily and made a shooing motion to give his brother a hint to leave.

"No! You dip-stick! They are here because they're transfers, and apparently we are their host family. At least that is what they said." This made the other Strider hop up and try to tidy himself, while looking in the mirror.

Once Dirk saw them, he whispered in his brother's ear, "Oh, so you weren't lying.~" He received an elbow to the ribcage.

The elder ravenette stood up with a slightly confused face, "Erm, if I may ask, where is the owner of this home?"

"Number one, love the accent. Number two, he is currently at work." The boy's shoulders sunk, as he took in the new information and glanced at the other who was still sitting down.

"Do you know when he'll be back? Sorry, it's not that we don't trust you. It's just that this is a whole new place and this is the only information we have. Which is where we are going to stay the whole time we're here, we talked with him, the owner of this home, on the phone and he didn't say that he wouldn't be here when we were to arrive."

"Yeah, he was called in last minute. Also, don't worry about it. Plus, we think we know which rooms you'll sleep in. So, follow us!" Dirk grabbed the tall one's arms and started at a fast pace to the hallway, and then fastened his pace to the room that was next to his.

"We have always wondered what to do with these rooms, and that's why we kept these clean. Unlike the rest of the house. Anyways, I call dibs and say you get this room and you brother or friend or whatever can get the one either beside you or the one across me." He turned around, and the boy and his brother were yet to be there.

Author's note.

I have more of this chapter done, but I am just going to add it to the other.

Thank you for reading.