In case you're new to my stuff: Hey, I'm Aaron. Nice to meet you. A little bit about me: I've been writing literally all my life and I've very proud of my work though I tend to laugh at my past self's attempts. My favorite color is red and I love pasta. I have an amazing materail (matesprit/moirial), his name is Vince and I tend to talk about him a lot so I think it's best that you know that just so you're not confused when I do. He inspires me so much and helps out a ton with all my stuff so he deserves some credit. In case you're reading: Thanks for all your help, I love you Vince! 3

Now that the formalities are out of the way, what say you to getting down to business?

This is a DaveJohn fan fiction and I do not claim to own any of the characters used as they belong to Andrew Hussie. The first seven chapters are the product of a few months of work which I am just now choosing to post on here though I wasn't really expecting to until it was completely done but I decided to do it now anyway because who knows when I'll finish this. I apologize in advance for any errors, this wasn't really edited carefully so yeah.

"Business, you say?" Yes. Business. To the story! Hope you enjoy and I will see you all in chapter 7! Later!


~*Dave Strider*~

As we drove down yet another long road, I began to wonder if we'd ever get there. My older brother and I are on our way to our new house in Washington. We just moved. Against my will. From Texas. To Washington. Fucking Washington! It's so cold and wet here, how does anyone even live here? It's crazy and Bro is crazy for making me move here! I know it's not like I had any friends back in Texas but… Texas was just familiar and I'm just sore about having to leave because I was perfectly content there. Bro argues that it didn't matter because I never even did anything anyway; my skin is pale white because I never went out much and even though all the girls had quite the taste in me, I never did anything about it. What could I say, I just wasn't interested. And it's a topic I preferred to stay off of. I actually preferred to stay as far away from it as possible- completely away from it.

I was staring out the window, just like I had been doing this entire trip and watched the dying trees pass, their multi-colored leaves falling around us. It was actually pretty cool to watch, maybe I could get used to this. Our house was away from the rest, a mile or so into a wooded area not too far from town.

'Yeah I'm sure to make so many friends out here, nice thinking Bro.' I thought to him, rolling my eyes.

One of my headphones was pulled on to move it away from my ear so that Bro could tell me that we were here before releasing the headphone, allowing it to snap back against my head. I glared at him from behind my shades, rubbing at my ear lightly though it didn't hurt. He was still mad at me, no question about it. We got into a fight before we left and I guess we were both still pretty upset about it.

I peered out of the windshield to look up at the house. Holy shit… would you look at that, an actual house. First time I'll ever be in one.

There were other people already there, movers with our bigger stuff that got here before we did because they were flown over like the cheaters they are. Bro parked the truck next to the moving vans and I slowly stepped out, looking around as I pulled my full backpack over one shoulder and my sword over the other. I quickly noticed the guys emerging from the van, carrying my turntables though they seemed to be having troubles with the heavy object which made me worry. I took notice that one of the guy's fingers was slipping so I started toward them, intending to help them out to get my most precious possession into my room safely.

When I got close, I called out to them and they dropped it! I flash stepped to catch it before it could touch the ground and when I looked up; I found that Bro had done the same thing. Thank god.

"You fucking idiots!" I screamed at the douchebags that almost wrecked my precious turntables. "Do you know what you just almost did?"

"Dave calm down." Bro said strictly.

"No!" I yelled at him now, my rage burning in my eyes though they're hidden from the world. "You would do the same thing if they dropped yours!" he was silent, knowing I was right. "Just help me get it into my room and I'll get out of the way." I tried to speak calmer now. I didn't like lashing out at him, especially when he was just trying to help, but sometimes I just couldn't help it.

"Fine, which one are you taking?"

"I don't fucking know, this is the first time I've ever been here. Let's just get them inside for now." I rushed, wanting to get them out of the cold. We lifted the heavy material up farther and carried it with ease where the others failed miserably. Walking up the three steps to the open front door, we stepped in and gently set it down in the middle of the living room. Without saying anything I wandered upstairs first, knowing Bro would most likely go for a room downstairs or on ground level. There were three bedrooms and one bathroom up here which made me sigh. This was already enough. I leaned over the railing too see my brother standing at the foot of the stairs, talking to one of the men about how I was just being a little shit due to being in a car for so long. "Do we have to have such a big place? Can't we just get an apartment like the one in Texas?" I called to him and he looked up.

"I know it's not what you're used to but I thought it'd be a nice change of pace." he called back and I looked away, pouting. "Besides we kept getting complaints about our strifing, we won't have that problem here."

"True…" I mumbled. "Fine, no idea what I'm gonna do with it but I call the entire upstairs."

"Fine by me Lil Bro. Downstairs is mine." I heard him say as I moved away from the railing to view all the rooms, trying to decide what to do with each. The one farthest down the hall had a balcony attached so I didn't want that to be my room, it was too open and I can't put my turntables in there, it would be terrible for the sound because I like hearing it echo off the walls but in that room, it'd literally go out the window. The second room which was on the left side rather than the right was the master bedroom with a little bathroom connected so I guess that made two bathrooms up here. I figured this would be my room. There was a small window near the corner so that's where I'd put my bed and in the parallel corner, I'd put my turntables, and on the wall opposite of my bed I'd put my desk.

I sighed, finding I would still have plenty of room left over. I like being closely surrounded by my possessions, I didn't like having so much space… it made me feel small. Maybe I could invest in getting an X-Box and set up a game station or something like what Bro's got.

Finally, I go into the first room which is smaller and for a moment I thought about moving in here instead but it wouldn't fit my stuff if I was to put my bed against the window so the thought quickly left my mind. I sighed as I headed back downstairs.

"Hey, you pick a room yet?" Bro asked, moving back over to my turntables so I joined him in picking them up.

"Yeah, the master bedroom. But Bro, I seriously don't think we need all this extra room. I'm only using one room up there, what are we gonna do with so much space?" I asked as we slowly made our way up the stairs. He sighed and shrugged before answering.

"Anything we want." I didn't argue anymore, knowing that this was already a thing.

With Bro and I helping, it didn't take too long to get everything inside at which point we sent the movers on their way and continued moving things around and getting everything unpacked by ourselves. I was in my new room, unpacking my clothes and other belongings. My bed, turntables, desk, and computer were all already set up and I was just working on getting the small stuff in when I heard a soft knock on my open door and turned to see Bro standing there in the doorway.

"You're not done yet?" he asked as if expecting me to be. I sighed, throwing a shirt back into the box I just pulled it from.

"No, you gotta remember that you're still faster than me. I'm almost done though. Why?" I asked irritably, looking up at him and he shrugged.

"Thought you might wanna go for dinner. We passed a Chinese restaurant on the way here." he suggested and I nodded.

"Sure. Give me a few minutes and I'll be down." he nodded in understanding and left. I sighed again, running my hands through my hair as I told myself to get a grip. I was being so fucking pissy and it was really unnecessary. Though I guess going for a three day drive would do that to anyone. It was only suppose to take us two days to get here but Bro kept insisting that we stop in all the states we crossed. Never again do I want to be a tourist with Bro. Let's just say we had to hurry out of a few places before the cops showed up.

Leaving my stuff where it was, I got up, grabbed my jacket, and headed downstairs where Bro was already waiting.

The ride was silent and kind of awkward but once we got to the restaurant, the awkwardness faded away though we still didn't talk to each other. We were seated and had ordered our food and drinks without even looking at the menu. We knew what we liked.

As we waited for our food, I noticed a strange looking boy staring at me from a few table across ours. It had gotten pretty late and it seemed my family and his were the only ones here- at least from what I could see. He would look away when I made it obvious that I was looking at him while other times, I just stared back from the corner of my eye and he didn't have the slightest clue thanks to my sunglasses. He appeared to be my age, maybe a little younger, with black messy hair and rectangle glasses. He wore a bright blue pull on hoodie, dark jeans, and white running shoes.

I turned my head to him in hopes that he would look away which he did but looked back to me a moment later and waved at me with a slightly red face and a dorky cute grin. I sighed in annoyance and turned my head away, hoping that he would just leave me alone because I really didn't want to deal with anyone right now.

"I gotta take a piss, don't wait up for me."

"You kidding me? It's Chinese we're talking about here Bro; I wouldn't wait for you even if you begged me to." I called over my shoulder as he left. "Which would be interesting to see." I mumbled to myself before sighing again, resting my head in my hands. I heard footsteps coming closer before a body slid into the booth in front of me and I looked up to find that kid sitting where Bro just was.

"Uh, I'm sorry to bother you but are you new here? I heard that some people were moving into that big house a few miles from here." he explained politely, smiling welcomingly at me.

I shrugged. "Nah man, we're just passing through." he looked confused and sad.

"Oh… I'm sorry to have bothered you then." he blushed lightly as he spoke before leaving to his own table. Thank god that was over.

Dinner was slow and uneventful, very few words being exchanged between us Striders. And though that kid still looked over at me from time to time, he didn't bother me again which I was glad for.

The ride back home was better than the ride from. We sat in silence and just listened to music, it was comfortable. Once we arrived at said destination, we went our separate ways. He downstairs and I, up. No longer feeling up to finishing unpacking all my shit, I turned on my computer and logged onto pesterchum to see if my best friend was online which, of course, he wasn't. So I occupied my time unpacking the very shit I was avoiding. I was just about done with the last box when I heard the familiar pop of a pester. I sat back at my computer, relieved to find that it was him.

- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] -

EB: hey.
TG: geez what took you so long
TG: i was waiting on you all unpacking my shit and what not
EB: oh so you finally moved?
TG: yeah and its such a drag
TG: you dont even know
EB: nope.
EB: i've never moved once before in my life so i guess i don't know.
TG: man neither have i until i moved to this shit hole
EB: where?
TG: nice try
EB: come on!
EB: why won't you tell me anything about you?
TG: cause were friends and friends listen to friends when friends say they want to stay anonymous in a friendship thats potentally damaging to one friends ego and that friend doesnt want the other friend to know who he is because the things that friend says is damaging to his pride and because thats what friends do
EB: so you don't trust me?
TG: no its not like that
TG: i trust you but i just dont want you to know who i am so you dont raise your expectations or something
TG: you know?
EB: i think so…
EB: but i won't judge you at all!
EB: i promise!
EB: i actually think you're really interesting god.
TG: far from
EB: think what you will.
TG: and you actually know more about me than anyone
TG: just not the basics
EB: well for what it's worth.
EB: i think you're a really cool guy.

I took a moment to respond.

TG: you think im cool?
EB: yeah!
TG: you know i met a strange kid today that kinda reminded me of you
EB: really?
TG: yeah he was a dork and kinda nerdy
EB: hey!
TG: but you know in a weird cute way

This time, his reply was delayed.

EB: you think i'm cute?
TG: in a weird dorkish way
TG: sure
EB: thanks.
EB: that means a lot coming from you.
TG: and this is a perfect example of why i dont want you knowing who i am
TG: i would never say anything like that
TG: i would probably insult you and never admit that to you
TG: the real me is a totally different person from the me you know
EB: i bet i would still like the other you just as much.
EB: well i'm going to bed now.
EB: i have school in the morning.
TG: thanks for reminding me
EB: hm?
TG: i start school here monday
EB: well you still have a few days.
TG: yeah
EB: goodnight!
TG: night derp

- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -

I sat still in my chair for a moment, thinking over our conversation. He doesn't know who I am and he still thinks I'm cool? He even used that same word too… cool. Am I really…? I shrugged it off and turned on some music before unpacking the last of my stuff and going to bed.