A/N: PLEASE DISREGARD ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS! MY GRAMMAR ISN'T TOP NOTCH SO PLEASE BE SPARING AND UNDERSTANDING IF ANY ERRORS DO COME UP AND I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR THEM. Enjoy!
"Good morning Strider household, plus one Crocker!" Roxy greeted, bursting through the front door. "Morning Roxy, want some breakfast?" Dirk and I were sitting at his kitchen table eating eggs and toast; I made it, courtesy of him saving my life yesterday. "Wow Strider, you got her making stuff for you. Looks like you got it made here." He scoffed, leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed. "Hey, she woke up and started doing this, I didn't ask her to do anything." Dirk set straight. I giggled, picking up my fork, "I just thought it would be a nice gesture, how was it?"
"It was really good, thanks."
"You're welcome." I started to dig into my eggs, they came out just right as well as the toast. As far as eggs and toast goes. Roxy joined us, looking refreshed and well rested, as for me, I got about five hours of sleep. I kept having nightmares, hopefully I didn't scream or anything and woke Dirk up. "Ok, not to drop the depression bomb, but what are we going to do about Jane?" Roxy pointed out.
"What do you mean?" Dirk wondered, getting up and taking his dishes to the sink. "I mean the fact that there are still people out there who want to hurt her and she can't go home without that being at a high risk. Where's she going to stay? My house or yours?"
"Mine obviously, even when I'm not around this house can protect her. It's the only smart thing to do when protecting her, unless you object Jane." Actually, I thought after tonight I would be left off the hook and was given permission to go home, apparently not. "Um, whatever's safer." I quickly told, continuing to eat. I wasn't going to fight them on any of this, they knew what they were doing and it put my mind at ease to know I was safe until something is solved. It did feel a bit weird to be rooming with a boy, but it's like he said, I'm the safest here. "Well then, we need to inform Mr. Crocker on your whereabouts." Roxy took her phone out, dialing my home number again but Dirk snatch it out of her hand, closing the phone before she could even finish putting every number in. "We're not going to tell Jane's Dad that she's being hunted down for an assassination assignment because we're supposed to play a game that will destroy the world in the future, I think we should just resort back to lying, it makes things somewhat less complicated." Roxy agreed, taking her phone back and putting it in her pocket. "Well what do we tell him then?" An idea snapped into my mind, but I wasn't too sure of it. I was supposed to go to a summer camp for the entire summer; it was part of a Betty Crocker training camp kind of thing where you learn to bake and get to know the products of Betty Crocker. And to support my future company, I decided to try it out. This was the first time they were ever going to do something like this, and they might never do it again, depends on how this year goes. But this is a lot more important; the idea I was going to propose made me feel rebellious and bad. It was also going to benefit us in the long run. "I think I have an idea." I started to propose, getting up with my plate, going to the sink and starting to clean the dishes. "What's that?" Dirk pushed.
"Well, I'm supposed to go to a Crocker Camp for most of the summer to learn about baking, but who's to say that my Dad thinks I go when I don't." I suggested, not looking up from my cleaning. "How long does it go for?" Dirk wondered.
"Until August 20th, so about two months." Dirk nodded, having a smile grow on his lips. "Very sneaky of you Janey, I like it. So how are we doing this?" Roxy asked, I shrugged, starting to dry the dishes, "Simple, you're going to summer camp."
"What?" Roxy and I both chimed in together.
"Jane will go to summer camp, but it would be terrible if she got too sick before she can go."
"Strider, explain yourself." Roxy huffed, looking as lost as me.
"Jane will go to summer camp but we're going to pick her up when she gets to the camp and tell the camp that she got sick and couldn't go." He explained.
"I Like it! I say we make this plan fucking official with a cool name like operation Stolen Crockpot!" Roxy declared.
"No." Dirk snapped leaving the room.
"Operation saving Jane."
"No." Dirk repeated, appearing over the corner, disappearing again.
"Operation-"
"Roxy," he appeared again, "No." She rolled her eyes, turning to me and giving me a wink, I laughed putting the dishes away. "Operation Homestuck." She whispered. I turned asking what she said; she chuckled, leaning in a bit, "Operation Homestuck . . . you're going to be stuck in this house for a little while so, operation Homestuck." I smiled since that was painfully true, being stuck in this house without much to do while people are after me. Of course I'm going to be stuck in this house for a very long time, "Operation Homestuck it is."
A/N: Bluh, this chapter! I'm sorry for it being boring and uneventful, it's like reading about someone's day but I had to do this to make a course for the future situations. By the way, I've noticed that the characters have been OOC and I apologize for that. Thanks for reading my lovely reader!