Musickind

A Homestuck Fanfiction

DaveJohn / JohnDave

Chapter Eight

You are Dave Strider and you had little difficulty adjusting to life in the Egbert residence. Then again, it's only been one night, and damn, is that bed comfortable. Also, like it or not, you had a bit of a moment with Egbert just now. No, not that kind of moment, you sick fuck!

While you were standing there in the hallway, just staring at Lalonde's pink scarf, you were reminded of all the times you two had friendly arguments and how much you actually did enjoy your sicknasty rap/poetry-offs. You also realized Egbert never told you how Lalonde disappeared. But then again, you didn't tell him how Jade left either.

For now, you're content with watching Egbert make you a glorious and fancy breakfast of milk and cereal. He even topped it off with some bananas, which you reluctantly eat. You dislike the way it leaves your breath smelling nasty afterwards, although you do enjoy the taste.

Luckily for the two of you, all your jobs decided to take an extra day off and Egbert was able to clear his schedule for the day. You begin to think it's some sort of motherfuckin' miracle, but immediately abandon that thought. It reminds you too much of a certain somebody.

"What's the plan for today, Egbert?" you ask, finishing up the last bit of cereal and proceeding to bring the bowl up to your lips to drink the rest of the milk.

"I actually didn't plan that far ahead," he replies, drinking his milk properly using the spoon. "I don't think most shops are open today, but then again, I don't think you'd want to go shopping in your condition."

"Got that right," you reply, finishing up the milk and heading to the sink to wash the bowl.

"I've got some movi-"

"No," you say, before he could even offer what gross movie they'd be watching. You know all his choices all too well. You bet he even had Platinum editions of his favorite Nicholas Sage or whatever the hell his name was.

"Rude!" Egbert exclaims, scrunching his nose a bit and pursing his lips Strider style. You grace him with a slight smirk. "How about you show me some of your 'sick beats' then?" He suggests, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers. You raise an eyebrow as he quickly dumps his bowl into the sink to wash later. Egbert shoves you along into a room near the hallway.

Egbert didn't show you this room yesterday, and it was probably a good thing. You were so tired from moving your things that you probably didn't have any energy left to marvel anyway. The room was fairly average in size and he had converted it into a music studio. On one side, there was a grand piano. The other side was home to a computer desk and turntables. It was safe to guess this is where Egbert practiced.

On the wall directly in front of you held another glass display, this one with a worn out, yet classy and elegant violin and bow. One guess on who its previous owner was. Egbert leads you over to the turntables.

"Dude, I haven't laid a finger on one of these in forever," you say, putting your hands in your pockets. Egbert gives you one of those toothy grins.

"If you love something, you never forget it," he says, stealing a glance at three picture frames you hadn't noticed before. Your eyes follow and a strange sensation tugs at your heart.

One of the photographs is of him and Rose, arms around each other. You can almost hear their laughter. Another is an old picture of him and who you suppose is his father. Egbert did mention something about his father's pipe obsession once. The last photo was of the crew, the four of you, when you were much younger. You don't even remember having this photograph taken. Damn, you still looked as slick as ever.

You brave a look at Egbert and he's lost in his own world, staring at the pictures. You wonder if he does that a lot. Just stare at the photos, thinking of a different life. You look away, feeling as if you're trespassing on private grounds. So you decide to make it up.

You flip a few switches on Egbert's turntables. He's right. It's as if you were never away from these babies in the first place. Egbert seems to have broken away from the spell and is now giving you his full attention. He gives you a CD to work with.

Suddenly, your fingers are flying all over the turntables. You're flipping switches, hitting buttons, and turning disks. All the skills you acquired from your younger days are flooding back to you in a huge wave. You're not sure what to make of this, but, hell, it feels pretty good.

"Keep playing," Egbert says, moving away from you. Where was he going? You look up, hands still on the machine, watching his every movement. He moves over to the piano and takes up a beat that enhances and harmonizes perfectly with yours. You knew it. This guy isn't human. He's an alien. He's a troll in disguise. You are flipping your shit again.

The two of you continue for a few more minutes, indulging each other in music. However, you run out of beats. Even the amazing Dave Strider runs out of ideas every once in a while. You're also tired from standing, so you go ahead and sit next to Egbert, pushing him over a bit, teasingly.

"Play that Explore Remix again," you say, playing a single note on the piano. How the hell can anyone play this thing, it has so many keys! Then again, a turntable has lots of buttons and knobs, so you take that thought back. It takes skill to use a turntable, and you've got all the skills in the world. Egbert just smiles and places his fingers on the black and white keys, playing note after note.

You get lost in the music. The tune brings back so many memories. How you used to be happy, carefree, an ignorant douchebag (ok, you still kind of are). You remember the fights you had with your bro, the conversations you had with your, dare you say it, goodfriends. And you remember how you two are the only ones left. You're so lost in the music and your thoughts, you don't realize Egbert's already finished.

"Dave, if you don't mind," he says, hesitating a bit. "There's something I want to tell you."

[A/N] That's the end! Cliffhanger, I know. Anyway! Just another thank you message to everyone who's read this far! Thank you so much ; u ; If I could respond individually to reviews, I would! n_n