Chapter 1

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// @leijondaryleo 's chapter. We don't own homestuck//

                                                  Dirk's POV


"MAKE SOME NOISE!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Being a DJ who not only runs a club but is popular worldwide is hard work, well not really but you know what i mean. I hear my fans screaming out, well they're having a fun time, I pretty much have my stomach tied up in knots because i just won a radio competition and i get to meet Jake. Motherfucking. English. Sure not many people know him, so he is quite unique, like how do you say this, Taylor Swift-esque.


~Timeskip to the end of the concert~


I head down backstage, and to my surprise the person standing in front of me was the one and only Jake English. I swear to christ I almost passed out with excitement but that is not the problem.

"'Ello chap," says Jake, my whole world stopped for a moment as i stare at him with curiosity. Dark hazelnut eyes staring contently to mine and that thick Australian voice just rings into my ear. I could just listen to him talk and fall in love with it over and over again.

"U-u-uh, H-hi," i stutter, mentally kicking myself. He looks at me with confusion but pat's my head, ruffling my hair while he's at it.

"You okay there, mate?" He asks me and takes me back to his dressing room. Its actually quite nice in here, and comparing it to my dressing room, i would say i definitely prefer his.

"So I'm going to take a guess that your name is Dirk, right? I heard that you are a huge fan of my songs, well i would have to say, i quite like your songs as well. They don't make me feel like I'm listening to someone grilling their hand on the barbie //yes that is slang for a barbecue//" he chuckles, placing his guitar on the couch. I chuckle along with him, studying his facial structure. His black hair is messy, probably from the wind outside, and it sweeps over his forehead and eyes. Jake is wearing a green T-shirt and black capris, dressed for the fluctuating summer temperatures.

"Wow, uhm, thanks." I choked out, smiling like an idiot.  Jake smiles broadly at me, pushing his hair out of his eyes. I still can't believe this is happening. This is Jake English standing in front of you. Jake. English. He's just your idol.



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