The Sunlight Hurts My Eyes (Homestuck Fanfic)

Started From The Bottom, Now Were Here.

(This is taking place of the other Dave fic I had that was total shit. This one is gonna be better I swear it. If it's not then whatever. I tried. But I love writing the Striders and have been told that I am like both of them and that I write then rather well. So just give me a chance before totally saying it's shit lol)

"I don't wanna be here." I said in a quite voice as my sister walked me through the front doors of my new Kindergarten school. I may have only been 5 but I knew I didn't want to be here. I missed my daddy and my mama and this place smelled like baby wipes and I hated it.

"You haven't even spent a day here, how do you know that you don't want to be here?" Sis was right. She was always right. 

"Cuz this place is stupid." I had a slight lisp and I knew that, that was what she was laughing at. "Thut up! Don't laugh at me, Thith." I pouted. She was being unfair. But like a lot of things I some how knew at my ripe age of 5, pouting and throwing a tantrum wasn't going to get me anywhere.

She did however, pick me up and set me on her shoulders. As we walked further into the building, trying to find the registers desk, I saw a pointy shaded baby sitting on another pointy shaded persons shoulders. He was slightly tugging on the man under hims hair giggling. 

I patted Sis's head and pointed in the pointed shaded peoples direction. "Registation, over there." I tried to say the word correctly, I really did. But I was 5, words are hard when you're 5.

Sis ended up chatting with the man. Learning his name, which I don't remember, and learning that the boy on his head was named Dave. He also said something about another boy named Dirk. 

Only other things I remember about that day, is that I never let go of Daves hand. I really did hate that place.

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When I turned 7, Sis told me that our parents left us. I asked her if they were ever going to come back. She said no, and then let me stay home from school. Later that day Bro came by and dropped off Dave, and even Dirk this time. After Bro told Sis something, then left, Dave ran up to me crying. His parents left him too. We ended up crying together till we passed out in the pillow fort that Sis helped me make that day. I still have the pic Sis took of us in my wallet. 

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When I was 9 Sis got a phone call from Bro. She told me he was freaking out and that we needed to head over there right away. It was my bed time, but I knew fussing wasn't going to make her leave me home. 

We lived in the same apartment complex as them, so we walked. 

Once we got there, Sis told me to go to Daves room and wait for further instructions. I did. 

The apartment was a total mess, and when I reached Daves room I saw that it didn't just stop at the living room. Dave shared a room with Dirk. All of Dirks things were gone and Dave was curled up in Dirks bed sniffling. I crawled into the bed with him. I eventually passed out. I can only assume he did as well. Sis later told me that Bros other brother took Dirk and then left for Hollywood. I eventually started calling him that. I never learned his actual name.

We never talk about that day.

That same year, Sis got another call. This one however made her burst into tears. She dropped the phone, so I picked it up. The woman on the other end of the line told me that my parents had died and that there would be a will hearing in a weeks time. She then hung up, leaving me to tell Sis this. 

Once I did, she explained that our parents didn't leave us. That we left them. Then she explained that a will hearing was when grown ups go to a placed called a court house and a lawyer reads our parents will, which contains the things that they are giving to us. 

Within a week, I learned that our parents left everything to us. Within a week, I learned that our family was rather rich. But within a few years, Sis told me why she lied and why she took me and left for Texas. She told me about how they didn't really care for us. Where never home and how she hated them for never being there but still loved them. 

We went to there funeral before the hearing. That was the last time I ever saw Sis cry again. 

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When I was in middle school, new kids moved to town. New kids going by the names, John, Jane, Jade, and Jake. Dave made me stop being antisocial and talk to them with him. I told him that middle school wasn't for making friends, it was for getting by and not getting shoved into a locker. Though with his pointed shades, how could he not get bullied.

We all became friends though. And eventually in high school John and Dave started dating. Thank god John saved Dave any further embarrassment by buying him some aviators, that Ben Stiller owned, for his 13th birthday. 

But by the end of high school, John and Dave just kinda broke up. Some how they managed to break up mutually and they are still best bros. Leave it to Dave to be probably one of the only people on this fucked up earth to still be best bros with someone you dated.

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Now were here. Standing outside of a Texas collage waiting for Dirk, who we haven't seen since Hollywood took him, and Dave is just a bundle of nerves.

Dave was biting his nails for the 3rd time today "Dude, calm the fuck down before you chew your whole finger off." 

"Fuck." He put his hands into the pockets of his white pants. "I just haven't seen him since I was fuckin 7. What if he doesn't even know who I am." 

I rolled my eyes. "You're his fucking brother. He's going to know who you are shit head." 

Just then an orange motorcycle pulled into the parking space we where standing in front of. The guy riding it was wearing mostly black, aside from his shoes and his shirt, which were orange. He turned off the bike, put the kick stand up and got off. Was this Dirk?

Once he pulled off his helmet, then placed those stupid shades onto his face, I knew it was Dirk. "Oh fuck." I whispered to Dave.

"What?" He sounded slightly worried. 

Though he had no reason to be, at least not with what I was going to say. "He hot."