AN: I do not own Dave, Karkat, or Gamzee, they are property of the amazing Andrew Hussie.

=== Be Dave Strider.

Your name is Dave Strider.

You are 17 and are a transfer student from a high school in Texas.

You walk rather chill like down the halls of the new school you now seemingly attend, keeping your vision forward and your poker face on full effect. You already know you're going to make it big in this school, especially from what you've heard from some of the students' mindless gossip. Apparently being talented and good-looking really helped ones' reputation here. And since you're you, that was a good thing to hear, considering you were hot shit and fucking pro at making sick beats with your turntables.

You stop striding to pull out the tiny paper the assistant principal had handed you when you first arrived at the school with your Bro. It's around 1:20 PM, and you begin to even wonder why you decided to show up to school this late, but don't put too much thought into it. Your eyes focus on the neat writing on the paper as you read off what classes you have at what time and what teachers you were given.

At this time you would be in English, which is room... 58? That's not far from here, you say to yourself, as you begin your walk to your class.

=== Be Karkat Vantas.

You can feel your chest tighten as you watch him walk across the room, him heading toward the seat to your left, in the back of the class. You are well aware of his presence, and he is well aware of yours too. You don't understand why he doesn't acknowledge you at first, but then again you kind of do. Who would want to be caught talking to the albino kid? Especially a new student, that would be making one hell of a bad impression to everyone else. And although it makes you feel sick and a little jealous, it's not like he needs to try to really get noticed around here. He's pretty attractive. You cringe and grip the edges of your chair, looking down at your desk in hope that the remainder of the period will involve everyone ignoring you. For once in a while you actually look forward to sitting right next to your boyfriend in the following lass. You pretty much figure if you spent some time with him during class, your mind would clear of all these sudden thoughts of the blonde to your left.

Your eyes decide to betray you and they glance toward him, his body kicked back, hair pushed to the right of his face, covering a good part of those ridiculous shades he has on. You then begin to ponder on why he is even wearing shades. He's indoors, and it's raining rather hard outside, so what good would shades do? Could he be hiding something? You shake your head in utter confusion, your body jolting when it felt the gentle touch of someone tapping your shoulder. You turn back, eying the student who was dumb enough to even think about laying a finger on you and you are just slightly surprised to see that it's actually just Egbert, asking you to pass him his pencil that somehow landed in front of your desk. You roll your eyes at him, shoving his pencil into his palm. He smiles and nods a 'thanks' and returns to writing down notes on his beaten notebook. You turn back, your eyes drifting up to the clock.

1:55.

About 5 minutes left, then your fifth period will end and you would rush to your last class and rejoin Gamzee. Anything to get your mind clear of any thoughts of the blonde. Wait- What's his name? Do you even know? You're pretty sure he said it when he first walked in, but you were way too busy focusing on all his features to even remember to breathe correctly. You bring your hand up to your forehead, mentally slapping yourself for basically checking out another guy, and for missing out on some information you really need.

"Hey, short stuff."

You pause as you hear a cool, collected tone coming from beside. It's obvious who is talking to you, and you still are a little shocked. No- More than shocked. Does he not know it's practically forbidden to speak with you? Did someone not inform him? You very cautiously turn towards the blonde, your red eyes only looking at his shades, searching for some eye contact. Only after a small amount of time do you give up, his stupid shades were hiding his eyes all too well. He grunts a little, and you flinch in reply. He must have known he wasn't going to get anything out of you, as he opened his mouth to say something else.

"Don't talk much, or what? 'Fraid I bite, babe?" As he tries to start a conversation with you, you can hear a southern accent in his voice. Is he Texan, or something of the sort? You don't know for sure, but he does piqué your curiosity. You, again, don't bother to answer, but you then just realize he called you 'babe'. It sends a weird feeling to your gut, only because even Gamzee doesn't call you that, and here is a transfer student you just met and he's here acting like he's known you for god damn ever and flirting with you like it's nothing.

"Don't ever fucking call me that again, you delusional asswipe." You hiss, trying to sound threatening and intimidating but only to end up failing miserably. "What the fuck do you even want, we're in the middle of class."

You see a smile creep across his face, and you can't help but want to slap it off, feeling disgusted that he sent butterflies to your stomach with only the slightest upward tilt of his lips.

"Then tell me your name, babe." He seems to be enjoying this a little more than he should, and that too, bothers the living shit out of you. If only you could get your hands on him, you'd show him it was simply not okay to call you 'babe' like it was no big deal and you'd make sure he knew very well that you had a boyfriend that you love and care deeply about.

You stare at him for awhile, then reply stiffly. "My name is Karkat, what's yours?"

He laughs, and you can feel the heat trailing up to your cheeks. You know exactly why his dumb ass is laughing, and you immediately regret bothering to answer any question of his. You really just want this period to be over and done with.

The blonde smiles wider at you. He's enjoying this, all this, and it's extremely embarrassing for you. "Name's Dave. Dave Strider."

You look at him a little more closely, then nod at him as if you were approving. Which you obviously were not. It just seemed to fit a guy like him. You then softly whine, what are you thinking? Now you were up and acting like you knew this guy for all your shitty life, and you two had just met. Extremely fed up with all these thoughts, you give Strider a stern stare before turning away. He seems to understand that you aren't in a mood to socialize any longer, so he turns forward as well.

Looks like he understood that, huh?

Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you have a feeling Dave Strider is going to be greatly involved in your life.

AN: First fanfiction of Davekat and anything related to Homestuck, woo! I hope this fanfic at least piques a few people's interests. I'll update every few days or so, I'm sorry if I forget to, though! You guys will just have to spam me until I do!