A/N- ahhhh! You are all so nice, thank you for your reviews! They are so - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ALCOHOL. Okay, see you guys next chapter~.

~I do not own homestuck or any of the characters, homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie~

Break rolled around and Roxy met Jane where she told her to, the flag pole in the court yard.

"Oh! You actually remembered to meet me here!" was Jane's voice always this happy?

" Well yeah, I did, I don't know anyone here."

" you will soon! Dirk will be here.. right… about now!" Right as the words left Jane's lips, a tall, blonde guy wearing anime shades walked up.

As he did this, Roxy got a good look at him, he had muscles and a tattoo on his right upper arm.

"Hey. I'm Dirk. Dirk Strider." He had a faint Texan accent.

"Roxy Lalonde." He studied her.

So this was the 'cool guy' Jane was talking about.

"Well, here comes Jake.. aaand he's wearing his shorts." Dirk said as a shorter, tanner male approached the small group.

"Oh, hello there missy. I haven't seen you around here, are you new?" the smaller male with black hair shot double pistols at her with his hands, "Jake English."

Oh, how fitting, he had an English accent.

"Roxy. And yeah, I'm new here."

"Oh, that's jolly! I do hope that we will be well acquainted."

"Jake, you're going to scare the poor girl off, don't be so forward." Dirk piped in before Roxy had a chance to reply, "Sorry, he can be… really weird sometimes."

Roxy smiled ,"Nah, its cool, but thanks for doing that for me."

The blonde male with a stoic expression smirked slightly down at her. This made her face burn.

Why did he make her so nervous? Was it the shades or façade?

Lunch time. Roxy had her lunch bag on the table in front of her, laughing with her new friends. She assumed Jane and Jake were together and Dirk was just there .He had told Roxy that he had other friends that usually skipped school.

"so, Ro-lal?" Dirk turned his attention to the short blonde.

"Me?" Roxy sounded like an idiot.

"Well, yes you."

"Psh, I knew that hah hah…"

"Yeah sure, anyways, wanna come see some robots I've made?"

"Hell yeah I do!"

Dirk stood up and motioned for Roxy to follow.

He took her to a room cluttered with metal and computer parts.

''Here we are. The room of robotic crap."

"Whoa dude, this is def. awesome."

"Thanks."

"Its dark in here, how can you even see wearing those pointy shades?"

" I don't know. I guess I've gotten used to wearing them everyday."

"Every…day?"

"That's what I said."

"Why?"

Dirk sighed, "Reasons. I don't want to freak people out with my eyes."

"Whatdaya mean?"

"You really want to know why. Fine." Dirk took off his shades and slowly opened his eyes.

"Whoa… dude theyre so pretty." Roxy leaned in to get a better look at them, "They're like little suns."

He put his shades back on," Thanks, I'm surprised you didn't scream and run out of the room."
"Man, I'm not like that.

''Hah, you seem pretty chill about things."

"Chill as winter ,man."

The rest of lunch passed by, filled with giggles and robot parts. Roxy was finally getting Dirk to warm up to her. She was glad she could already have friends here, but what she felt wasn't just friendship. But maybe a bit of affection?

"See ya' later Rox. It was fun." Dirk smirked and hugged the short blonde.

"Yeah, see you around Dirk."

"Wait, Roxy?"

She turned around, facing Dirk once again, "Yeah?"

"Want to hang out sometime, I mean if you don't want to I understand…"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Sure, I mean why not, might as well try to make friends y'know."

"Awesome. How does Saturday sound to you?"

"Sounds good, I'll tell my mom."

Dirk let a small smile spread on his lips "See you later Roxy.''

"Bye Dirk."

"Hey Sweetie, how was school~?" Roxy's mother was drunk again, she could hear her words slurring slightly.

"Good, and work?"

"Oh, it was great. My new boss is a kind gentleman."

"Cool." Roxy made her way to the stairs and picked up her sleeping cat, bringing him to her room. She sat on her bed, staring at the back of her closed door. Her mom said she would stop drinking, she didn't. she made the same empty promise every time Roxy would go to her, crying and begging her to stop. It was when Frigglish mewled about his fur getting soaked with tears when Roxy realized she was crying.

She was tired of her mother lying to her, she wanted her to stop, she needed her to stop.

Roxy hastily got up and walked to her closet, searching her shelf for a familiar figure. Her hand glided over a smooth, glass surface, "There you are." She pulled down the bottle of alcohol she kept hidden and pulled off the lid, taking a sip, "My old friend." Roxy locked her bedroom door and sat on the ground, proceeding to drink down the last of the fluid, leaving her as a sobbing, drunken mess on the floor.