Disclaimer: no, I don't own Homestuck or the Striders.

On the sixth day of Gristmas the Strider's gave to me, six sick beats.

"Come on. We're doing this man, we're making this happen!" Bro yells out to the white fallen snow. For the first time in Dave's life, it had snowed more then three feet. Thanks to whining, he managed to get Bro to allow him to wear white clothes. The older one had experience this much snow before and he knew that white on wite wasn't a great ideal. Espelclliy with a small six year old kid like Dave.

"We're all going be a rapping!" another voice replied behind him.

"Dave, that wasn't really good."

"Sorry. I'll get better and then we can have a rap battle?" Sitting in the snow, Dave claps when he sees Bro nod. Like when the kid was younger, Bro was still surprised that Dave could move. He had been bundled up, stuffed like a turkey and yet there was no complaining. Usually kids would whine that it was too much but instead Dave was talking about Doritos and why the heck Cal kept on disappearing. A loud honk distraced Bro and when he looked down again, Dave was gone.

"Again?" Cue the face palm. He couldn't see any foot prints. As if Dave had floatd away. Cal sat, peaking out of a window, with that ever present grin on his face.

"How did you managed to get down here?" The puppet stared back and Bro begins his look for Dave.

"Dave-o! Little Man! I can't believe I have to resort to this," The last part was muttered, "DeDe!"

"I'm not DeDe!" A tiny head popped out of the snow before it was scooped up.

"You're luckly you're not dead or Jake would have stuffed you."

Snow began to pile outside. Whenever he made a store trip, Bro would walk downstairs but turn back atthe last second. He hated the snow. He had thought Texas would be warmer and less snowy then the other places. You never knew who was hiding out there with all that white stuff.

"Can we go outside again?" too bad for Him, Dave loved the snow. He had never seen so much snow in one place. The only times was when they visted Rose or up north. Dave knew Bro hated snow and that's why he wanted to go outside.

"Dave…"

"Pwease?"

"You're not three anymore that doesn't work."

"I'll clean my room."

"yeah, that's when I'll clean mine."

"I'll…give up my apple juice!"

"You're that desprete?"

"I'LL GIVE UP MY APPLE JUICE AND STAY WITH CAL!" Bro stoped rubbing his temples, looking with disbelief at Dave.

"Your apple juice and Cal? Fine, I'll go with you."

"Is this apple juice in snow!? Like a snow cone!"

"Dave! Don't touch that! Dude, just don't. Aw man, that's uncool."

"And that's why we don't lay in the snow. You'll get sick." Bro let out aother loud snezze to prove Dave's point.

"So not cool."

"Bro, need any soup?"

"Don't tell me you've been cooking again."

"Nope. I used the microwave." Dave shoved a spoon full of soup at Bro's face. "Open up or I'll use the airplane." After a long time of tourte for Bro, Dave finally got him to stop. Well, stop trying to fed himself because it's not everyday that Dave gets to spoon fed his older brother.

Dave throws a banket over Bro, "Is that ok?" Picking up a corner of the blanket, Bro's eyebrow raises.

"This is your favorite blanket. Are you sure you can sleep without it?"

"Yep. Nighty night."

"Don't let the smuppets bite."

On the couch, Bro shifted, his arm resting across his face, sunglasses laying on the arm rest. A cough escaped his mouth. On top of the tv was Cal, on his side, eerily smiling at the room. The heater turned on, masking the suffling comling from the hall. A light beam iliminates the doorway and dust particles become clear. The beam swing back and forth as it serched for a clean pathway. Small hands panted Bro's arm, tugging on his.

"Wha? Dave? Wadda you wan?" slurred Bro, drowsly from sleep.

"I can't sleep." Sitting up, he looks at Dave who wore his red footie pajamas. Both of them wasn't wearing their sunglasses. He could see Dave staring at the ground, shifting at times.

"Blanket?" A nod, "And nightmares?" Another nod. When Bro patted next to him, Dave sits on the couch with Bro holding him close.

"Do you wanna talk to me about it?"

"Clowns. Creppy clowns."

"Man, clowns are scary." They sat in silence before Dave spooke up.

"Do you wanna hear my new rap?" He shrugs and Dave begins to rap. Bro was laying down the beats and all nightmares were forgotten.

"Bro?"

"Yeah."

"Love you."

"Love you too ya little trickster."

AN: A headcannon of mine is that Bro is really a caring brother that worries about Dave at times. Dave just made him sound like a total bad a*s to the others because he's afraid they might think Bro was weird and like a mom. By bad a*s I mean like he would attack Dave at random times (he does that) Truthfully, Bro's the guy who would fuss over Dave like mother would at times. Bro still is the awesome dude we all know but that's another part of him. The brother part that jumps out at random intervals. .