Homestuck Fanfics

((Younger!John x Dave)) Babysitting

I, Dave Strider, did not think I would be spending my weekends babysitting a new brat, ever alternating, like they were on a fucking conveyor belt. While every other 19  year old was out partying, having sex, doing drugs, taking jello shots, I was on my way to some new house to watch after another kid. I was at least grateful this kid was 15. Still a little dork, but I would take an overemotional teen boy over a snot-filled crying pooping 2 year old mess anyday. 

Pulling into the empty space in the driveway, I looked over the house. 2 stories, fancy, front yard taken care of, stupid cheesy decorations. You know, your typical suburban house? I sighed as I exited the car and stuffed the keys in my pocket after locking my doors (the nieghourhood looked nice, but I am NOT taking any chances). I walked up to the door, knocking a few times, mentally preparing myself, telling myself no matter how annoyed I may get with some kids, murder is illegal, and is not good. A tall guy opened the door, early 30s maybe? I hated to say it, but he wasn't that bad looking. I shook his hand, " Mr. Egbert, I'm Dave Strider." He smiled heartily, wooden pipe hanging out of the right side of his mouth. "Dave! Hey, come on in. John is sitting on the couch watching....well, probably watching Con-Air or Ghostbusters again. Uh, JOHN! COME SAY HELLO TO YOUR BABYSITTER." I heard a loud ugh and feet stomping down the stairs, "I'm 15, dad, I hardly see why I need a babysitter." His dad reached out and ruffled his already messy hair, and said "I know you are 15, that's why you cant be here alone. I dont want you throwing any wild parties. Now, while I am out, I want you to not give Dave a hard time, alright? If you're good, there might be a cake in it for you too, champ." He glanced down at his watch quickly, before saying his goodbyes and leaving down the driveway, then down the street. I turned back to face John. "So....15, huh? Why doesn't your father trust you here alone?" 

His face turned bright red, "I-I going to be 16 in next month, and he just doesnt trust other people. He's afraid I'll be kidnapped or something."

"Kidnapped, raped, hurt, stolen, etc. I get it. What I don't get is why your dad hired a complete stranger," I gestured to myself, "and trusted him when I am exactly what he is afraid." I smirked as the last words left my mouth. I could see the younger boy getting scared. "Relax, kid. Just joking. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just gonna watch you, get my money, and get out of here, alright?" He nodded shyly, I shrugged. Nervous kid. I looked around before looking back down at him, "You hungry? Want pizza or something?" Pizza was the best I was gonna do. I can't cook, and I wont waste their food. Plus what kid doesnt like pizza? He shrugged and muttered "I dunno." Taking that as a yes, I told him to go watch tv and I'll order it. While he walked away, I noticed he was oddly tall for 15. I was 18, almost 19, standing at 6'2. He had to at least be 5'8. Only 15 years old. I still had to look down when I talked to him, but jeez for 15 he's gonna be decently tall when he gets older. A voice on the other end of the line scared me shit less and knocked me out of my daydream. I told them all the stuff we wanted, typically pepperoni pizza, liter of coke. It was gonna be 20 minutes, or "it's free." Ha. Bullshit. 

I walked to the living room where he was channel flipping, and scanned for a place to sit. It was either this tiny ass chair that literally no one could fit in, it was all fluff. Or next to him. Well, he didnt seem too bad, so next to him it was. He jumped and let out a squeal when I sat down, and I really did try not to laugh, I swear, but it was hilarious. 

"Stop laughing! It's not funny." He glared at me before changing the channel again.

"You're a really jumpy kid, you know that?"

"I'm not a kid. I'm 15."

"Okay, you're a really jumpy 15 year old. You think I'm gonna actually axe murder you or something? I doubt axe murders buy their victims pizza before they kill them. I wouldn't really know. Never axe murdered a kid...a 15 year old before." I smirked at him when I saw he was glaring at me again. He earned another laugh out of me and I ruffled his hair, to which he huffed dramatically and rearranged his hair again. He threw the remote down, and turned to me, "There's nothing on TV."