Musickind
A Homestuck Fanfiction
DaveJohn / JohnDave
Chapter Two
Your name is Dave Strider and you're not sure where you're going in life. You basically are kind of a nobody and you're not sure if that qualifies as ironic or not. But that doesn't bother you much. At least, not on the outside.
You are a legit ADULT now and have been working MULTIPLE JOBS to make ends meet. You MOVED OUT of the apartment you and BRO used to share and opted for a smaller, cheaper place. You have GIVEN UP on your music and ironically ironic WEBCOMICS, something which you've kept private all these years. Ok, all of this capitalizing is getting on your nerves. You stop this bullshit.
You've been sitting in your room all day. It's a Sunday, and it's your only free day of the week. You spend the rest of the week working endlessly. It's dark, and that has been affecting your mood. But then again, every day is dark when you wear shades 24/7. However, you've stopped wearing your shades to be ironic. You have a different reason now, but you'd rather not talk about that right now. You have no time for self-loathing.
You spontaneously decide to go outside. But it's as cold as fuck… You decide to get yourself a thick jacket. There, incentive to go outside… sort of. Of course, you'll be hitting those thrift stores. Hey, no judging! You often find pretty decent stuff there, although pretty useless, but decent. Maybe even cool.
On the subject of coolness, even though you are poor as shit, you are still cool as fuck. You can never turn off your coolness. Never. Ladies be flirting with your ass, but you're, admittedly, too embarrassed by your current state of affairs that you dare not engage in any mating rituals. Even though, hot damn, those ladies are fine!
Also on the subject of ladies, another reason you (coolly) reject them ladies is because you've been unironically heartbroken. You then realize unironic isn't even a word, but then again, you don't really care. You'd also not like to talk about this.
But enough of being uncool. You are walking down to the thrift store, and damn, it's cold. The wind is starting to act up too. Damn wind! Wait, no, you take that curse back without really knowing why.
On the way to the thrift store, you pass by your old favorite music shop. There's music flowing from the doors (obviously) and you're tempted to step inside. Not that you're interested in the music. Of course not. It's because it's cold! Yes, that is your reason and you walk in with that firmly in mind.
You were only planning to stand idly by the entrance for a few moments until the wind died down, but the shop was blasting these sick beats that you unconsciously start drifting towards the CDs.
What! When did this douchebag come out with another CD? Hey, you remember listening to some of these guy's beats. Oh, and this guy was pretty rad back in the day. You wonder if his still any goo-!
"Oh, gosh! I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" Someone is saying to you, after rudely bumping into you, interrupting your chain of thought. Not cool. Dude's got his head bowed. His hair's messy and he's gone an armful of CDs. He looks up and you're unironically taken aback.
"Egbert?"