Alrighty then. Here's Ch 2! It's a bit shorter but it was fun to do.
*****Disclaimer: I dont own Homestuck or anything. This is for fun and not profit.*****
Be GRUMPY and DISGRUNTLED
You don't have to try very hard. All night long you had tossed and turned in your sleep, waking up from weird dreams where you were your character from that cheesy MMORPG you'd been playing. You neck and legs felt stiff from sitting in one position too long and you silently hoped Bro wouldn't want to strife first thing in the morning. Slowly, you make your way down stairs.
"Sup lil man." You find your Bro sitting on the couch in the living room with an empty plate lying on his lap. He must have just finished breakfast.
"Sup." Walking over to the fridge, you grab another cold AJ. Yeah, there were plenty still in your room from last night but you needed something cold. It's actually difficult to suppress your sigh of relief after you down the first bottle.
"Hey bro," You turn your eyes ever so slightly to look at your Bro. Even behind the shades, he knew he had your attention. "You doin' alright there? You're lookin' kind of pale. Well, paler." He gives his own Strider's smirk. Sometimes you think he's too quick.
"Nah man, I'm fine. Just stayed up a bit last night." Two and a half AJs down, you turn to gather your backpack that you leave in the front entry way. "Later."
"Later. And Dave," This time you turn fully around; it's not like him to use that type of voice. "Don't push yourself too hard, aight?" Emotions war inside. Smile? No. Smirk? Eh. Reply? Maybe.
"Don't worry about me, Bro." Deciding that throwing in a smirk wouldn't be too bad, you let one cross your lips. "I'm good." Bro just nods and gets up to take his plate to the sink that was already overflowing with dirty dishes. Taking that as an ok and dismissal, you once again turn to exit your shared apartment and trek your way to school.
At the School
If staying awake in class wasn't already hard, going off of two hours of sleep made it even more difficult. Glancing at the clock that hung above the projector, you stifle yet another yawn before the teacher can catch you. Not even noon yet. Two boring classes down, six to go.
It's going to be a long day.
With the teacher giving a monotonous lecture about how the ancient Aztecs did something or other, you're able to let your mind wonder. You had come up with a really sick beat a couple of days ago and hadn't had time to finish it. Whipping out your beat-up red notebook, you turn to a blank page and begin to work magic with words. When most of the page is covered, you sit back and reread it. Why hadn't you worked on it sooner? It suddenly dawns on you; the game.
You started playing the game almost right after you got the idea for this rap. That gets you thinking; later on you're going to go on a planned dungeon raid with a couple of people you didn't even know. Resisting the urge to drop your head on your desk, you settle for resting you chin in your hand heavily. When had you become such a dork? Cause only a dork would do this sort of thing and completely forget about his sick raps and killer beats to go a frolic in the land of make-believe and quests. What's worse is that you actually do kind of feel…happy? Excited? One of those words, at the idea of getting together with some people and working together.
'Strider, you need a life.' You think to yourself. This all probably wouldn't have happened if you actually had friends to hang out with and do stuff with instead of getting stuck in this ironic war with your Bro and promising some blue dude you'd quest with him.
The teacher still rambling on, you slide your phone out of your pocket and open up your Pesterchum app. You still had the dude's handle saved but you hadn't yet bothered to pester him or add him to your Chum List.
'ectorBiologist, hmmm.' You glance up to make sure the teacher is busy with the board before typing in a quick message.
TG: sup
You put your phone back in your pocket and wait. The dude seemed to be on the same schedule as you so he must be in class right now. Better give him time to-
The phone in your pocket vibrates. Damn that was pretty fast.
EB: hello?
EB: whos this?
TG: this is what happens when you give out your chumhandle to random people you just met
EB: oh! you must be dj something, right?
TG: its DJtimeturner, but yes thats me
EB: huh turntechGodhead, i guess i could have guessed that
EB: :B
This time you really can't help the smirk on your face. This dude was nuts. And what was with that smile emoji? Using a B as a mouth. Really? You can't decide whether that's dumb or sorta cute.
Vibrations shake you out of your daze. Really, what were you just thinking there? You glance down to see the messages EB sent you.
EB: so i cant wait for tonight or tomorrow morning, whichever makes sense
EB: im guessing you dont have anything going on right now since you found time to message me
EB: hello?
TG: sorry. and yes, i am in the middle of something, but it so absolutely boring i want flip a table but decided against it and message you
EB: oh! ok. yeah, im actually in the middle of class right now :B
EB: are you in school?
You start to type out a reply, but the teacher makes a harsh noise, pointedly clearing his throat, that jerks your head up.
"Now is not the time to be playing on your phone, Mr. Egbert." Close call. Looks like some other kid got called out for ignoring the lesson. You let your eyes swing over to the general area the teacher was looking while sliding your phone back into your pocket. Over by the door furthest away from you (you sit in the last chair in the last row) some tiny kid slumps over and pockets his own device before taking his pen up again. Better him than you. But to be on the safe side, you think it's better to hold off on the pestering until you were out of this class.
The rest of the class was torture, or at least close to it. The teacher had gotten super vigilant after the first phone incident and would glare/stare at the kids to make sure they were paying attention. Several more got called out for talking, a couple for staring off in a daze, and one even had a book dropped on his desk because he fell asleep. And, yup, you were that one kid.
Of all the things that could have happened to you, it had to be something this embarrassing. A couple of kids had giggled, but the teacher silenced them with another fierce glare. Glancing up behind your shades so it looked like you were staring at your notebook, you survey the class again and catch something blue.
You do a Strider double-take, which basically means you do nothing but blink once or twice. The kid that had gotten called out first about his phone was looking back at you with a concerned face and, even though your shades put a black film over everything, you can see his super blue eyes. Déjà vu.
'He looks like Windy.' You find yourself think only to frown ever so slightly. Hell nah, there's no way he looked like Wind dude or EB (you really needed to settle on a name for this guy). Just because the kid in class was short with dark hair and blue eyes like WindInherent didn't mean he was him. Plenty of people could match that description and it wasn't like he absolutely made his character look like him in real life. Looking again, the kid up front had turned away and was fixing his glasses as he seemed to reread his notes. He looked dorky enough to be they type of guy to plan raids in MMORPGs. But that wasn't enough evidence to go on.
The bell mercifully rang signaling your third class was over. The students practically sprinted out of the classroom and you didn't blame them; any longer and you probably would have gotten a book to the head. Gathering your stuff, you take your time since you have early fourth lunch. You hadn't packed your own, and as you counted the money in your pocket, you considered what to get for lunch figuring you could pester EB once you sat down again.
The cafeteria was packed, as always, and the lunch lines seemed to stretch on forever. You really wanted pizza, but that was the longest. Chicken tenders and spaghetti were equally long. Settling for the chalupa line, you grab an assortment of green and red fruit jellos, an extra side of tots, and two bottles of AJ. The chalupas themselves aren't very appetizing, but you figure that you could probably snag something later on during the day.
Then, the unimaginable happens that threatens to completely break your Strider cool.
You're walking through the tables of the cafeteria trying to find a space to sit. You'd never brag about it, but you weren't on the small side when it came to height so things closer to the ground tend to go unnoticed. The first thing that registers is an 'oomph' and the feel of walking into something…very small.
Your tray is pushed into your gut, flips up, and smothers the bean, cheese, and chicken chulupas AND the jellos onto your stomach. Another tray seems to fly at your face and you can suddenly taste the under-cooked spaghetti that was also offered today. The noise of the cafeteria stops in stunned silence and the sound of two trays and slops of food falling to the ground echos. Eye twitching, you look down.
Glasses. Black hair. Short. Slightly buck teeth. Blue freakin eyes. Eyes that were currently staring at you wide with shock and horror and seemed to get impossibly bigger as he hears you swear quietly. "God fuckin dammit."
Thanks for reading. :)
