Homestuck x reader

It started with a show (John x reader)

"You have arrived." said the GPS, in it's annoyingly mom-like voice.

You peered out through the windshield. It was a Target parking lot. The big neon bull's eye flickered slightly up above the automatic doors.

You had asked Siri to find you some places to watch the 4th of July show and it had come up with this.

You would've been perfectly happy being here and watching the fireworks if it weren't for one little thing: it seemed as though everyone in (state) had asked Siri the same question and gotten the same result as you.

Parents lounged about in foldable chairs drinking, kids ran about, completely unheeding of the danger of moving cars, an ice cream truck was parked near the front of the store with dozens and dozens of people in line for some craptastic ice cream. It looked like a more peaceful version of a mall on Black Friday, if it were possible.

"Oh, come ooooooOOOOOONNN!" you whined. You growled and crawled forward, trying not to run over kids and to find a parking space that wasn't taken. From the looks of it, you had a 1 in 1,000 chance of finding a space and NOT running over a kid in the process.

You looked... and looked... and almost ran over a Chihuahua that was off lead... and looked... and looked some more until you finally decided that it was hopeless and you would have to go park at the Subway across the road. You hit the brake and rubbed your face in frustration, feeling tears of exasperation begin to prick your eyes until there was a 'shave and a hair cut' knock on your window. You jumped, and looked out, expecting to see the owner of the Chihuahua you'd nearly killed.

It wasn't.

It was a guy from your old high school, freshly graduated like yourself. Short, with cropped dark hair, azure eyes behind square glasses and buck teeth. He was wearing a blue shirt, shorts and Supras. What was his name? Josh? No, he doesn't look like one. Jeff? Something with a J.

He always hung around with the goth girl, Rose Lalonde, the cool dj, Dave Strider, and the sweet physics nerd girl, Jade Harley. Then it came to you.

This was John Egbert. John Motherfuckin' Egbert. You remembered this guy alright. This was the kid who had won senior prank day hands down. What had John Egbert done? What HADN'T he done? He had pulled the classics and some creative ones with his own touches. If your memory served you correctly he had:

1: Put cups of water all over the second floor hallway so nobody could walk through.

2: Set alarm clocks in the library.

3: Gotten a Volkswagen on the school roof (everyone knew it had been with the help of the weight-lifting team captain, Zahhak).

4: Filled the pool with Jello.

5: Parked a car in the front lobby.

6: Turned the student parking lot into a beach.

7: Filled the teacher's lounge with balloons.

8: Turned the first floor hallway into a Slip'N'Slide.

And 9: Glued pictures of Nick Cage's meme face all over the principals office (with the help of his girlfriend)

John had seemed like a quiet nerd in his first 3 years, but after he had owned senior prank day, the entire school had gained mad respect for the dude.

As for you, you thought he was cute in a dorky way, with a fair amount of intelligence and musical talent to top it off.

You had both been in film studies in freshman year, math applications in sophomore year and entrepreneurial skills in senior year. You had partnered up once in a while, but you weren't sure if he remembered you.