Jake X Jane Homestuck Fanfiction

Luna Blu

Chapter One : Luna Blu

The table was sticky, there was a cloudy smudge on my water glass, and we'd been seated for ten minutes with no sign of a waitress. Still, I knew what my dad would say. By this point, it was part of the routine.

"Well, I gotta tell you, I see potential here."

He was looking around as he said this, taking in the decor. Luna Blu was described on the menu as "Contemporary Italian and old-fashioned good!" but from what I could tell from the few minutes we'd been there, the latter claim was questionable. First, it was 12:30 on a weekday, and we were one of only two tables in the place. But my dad had to be an optimist. It was his job.

Now, I looked across him as he studied the menu, his brow furrowed. He needed glasses but had stopped wearing them after losing three pairs in a row, so now he just squinted a lot. On anyone else, this might have looked strange, but on my dad, it just added to his charm.

"They have calamari and guac," he said, reaching up to push his hair back from his eyes. "This is a first. Guess we have to order both."

"Yum," I said, as a waitress sporting lambskin boots and a miniskirt walked past, not even giving us a glance.

My dad followed her with his eyes, then shifted his gaze to me. I could tell he was wondering, as he always did when we made our various escapes, if I was upset with him, I wasn't. Sure, it was always jarring, up and leaving everything again.

But it all came down to how you looked at it. Think earth-shattering, life-running change, and you're done. But cast it's all good. We were in Alternia. It was early April. I could be anyone from here.

There was a bang, and we both looked over to the bar, where a girl with long black hair, her arms covered with tattoos, had apparently just dropped a big cardboard box on the floor. She exhaled, clearly annoyed, and then fell to her knees, picking up paper cups as they rolled around her. Halfway through collecting them, she glanced up and saw us.

"Oh no," she said. "You guys been waiting long?"

My dad put down his menu. "Not that long."

She gave him a look that made it clear she doubted this, then got to her feet, peering down the restaurant. "Lacey!" she called. Then she pointed at us. "You have a table. Could you please, maybe, go greet them and offer them drinks?"

I heard clomping noises, and a moment later, the wait in the boots turned the corner and came into view. She looked like she was about to deliver bad news as she pulled out her order pad. "Welcome to Luna Blu," she recoted, her voice flat. "Can I get you a beverage."

"How's the calamari?" my dad asked her.

She just looked at him as if this might be a trick question. Then, finally, she said, "It's all right."

My dad smiled. "Wonderful. We'll take an order for that, and then the guacamole. Oh, and a small house salad, as well,"

"We only have vinaigrette today," Lacey told him.

"Perfect," my dad said. "That's exactly what we want."

She looked over her pad at him, her expression skeptical.

Then she sighed and stuck her pen behind her ear and left. I was about to call after her, hoping for a Coke, when my dad's phone suddenly buzzed and jumped on the table, clanging against his fork and knife. He picked it up, squinting at the screen, put it down again, ignoring the message as he had all the others that had come since we'd left Skaia that morning. When he looked at me again, I made it a point to smile.

"I've got a good feeling about this place," I told him. "Serious potential."

He looked at me for a moment, then reached over, squeezing my shoulder. "You know what?" he said. "You are one awesome girl."

His phone buzzed again, but this time neither of us looked at it. And back in Skaia, another awesome girl sat texting or calling, wondering why on earth her boyfriend, the one who was so charming but just couldn't commit, wasn't returning her calls or messages. Maybe he was in the shower. Or forgot her calls or messages. Or maybe in a restaurant in a town hundred of miles away with his daughter, about to start their lives all over again.

A few minutes later, Lacey returned with the guacamole and salad, plunking them down between us on the table. "Calamari will be another minute," she informed us. "You guys need anything else right now?"

My dad looked across at me, ans despite myself, I felt a twinge of fatigue, thinking of doing this all again. But I'd made my decision two years ago. To stay or go, the be one thing or many others. Say what you would about my dad, but life with him was never dull.

"No," he said now to Lacey, althogh he kept his eyes on me. Not squinting a bit, full and blue, just like my own. "We're doing just fine."

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