A/N: Thank you for your lovely reviews. Now I'm only worried I'm going to disappoint people. Dammit. But anyways, I wrote this chapter and Cas might have edited it a little I don't know it's super cheesy and lame and stuff ugh. Cas likes it though, so whatever. Also, there's pairings in this chapter that don't last, so don't be confused by that or...screw it, you'll find out eventually. Oh, and we don't own Homestuck.
Jake wandered into a café on the far side of town. Not that it was very far, the town was pretty small. "Oh, of course. Just my luck," he thought as he saw the blond boy sitting at a table about ten feet away. "OK, fine, I'll just get my coffee and get out. Maybe he won't even see- shit." Just then, Dirk glanced up and saw Jake standing nervously near the counter and scowled. Jake quickly ordered his coffee and walked towards the door. He was about to push it open, when a voice behind him said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Oh shit. Well, of course, that would be Dirk. There was no mistaking his voice. But what to do? He supposed he would just ignore him and keep walking. But no, of course Dirk wasn't going to let that happen. He grabbed his arm, and when Jake tried to continue walking and pull free, he just tightened his grip. "What the hell do you want, Dirk?" Dirk smirked. "You think you can walk into a café where there's a Strider and just walk out? I don't think so." "OK, so what do you want?" scowled Jake. "What do you think?" replied Dirk. Jake sighed. "I suppose you want to fight me?" "Of course," Dirk replied. "Fine, just here in the middle of this café then?" Jake said smarmily. "No, asshole. Either out in the streets or the very popular location of behind the café." "OK, fine, change of scenery it is. Behind the café," Jake replied.
Needless to say, fisticuffs followed. They punched and kicked and stuff, I'm not going to go into too much detail here. Afterwards, they both sat panting on the small strip of grass and pavement behind the café.
Out of nowhere, Dirk asked, "How's your love life?" Jake almost jumped up out of shock, and probably would've if he hadn't been so out of breath. "Um, how is that any of your business?" "Well, it's not, I was just wondering." "Um, why?" "I said I was just wondering, fuckass." Dirk scowled. Jake finally managed to pull himself off the ground. "And I asked why. And if you're just itching to talk about some sort of love life or something, then why don't you talk about yours?" "Well, um, cause it's sort of awkward," Dirk said, shaking his head. "I don't care, tell me!" said Jake. "Um, I'm sort of dating my brother," said Dirk. Jake stifled a giggle and Dirk leapt to his feet. "What, you think that's funny or something?" "Um, no, I…um…how's that going?" Jake replied. Dirk sat down on the curb again. "Um, it's fine I guess. Now own up. Tell me about your situation," he said, smirking again. "OK, fine, I guess I do owe you that. I'm dating…um… John Egbert." Dirk didn't even try to stifle his giggle, he just sat there laughing like a maniac. "Nice," he finally said. "So, we're both, like, gay? That's sort of going to make our fights more awkward. Especially when we wrestle. You know?" said Jake. Dirk shrugged. "Maybe we don't have to fight," he said. "Maybe we could just be, like, I don't know. I'm just gonna tentatively throw the word "friends" out there?" "Um…yeah, I guess. But the people you hang out with and the people I hang out with are always getting in arguments. How would that work?" Jake replied. "Well," said Dirk, "It would seem that we are each the elected muscle of each group, seeing as we are the only ones who ever actually fight. We'll just impose it on them," he finished. "Yeah, OK," was Jake's only reply.