JohnDave Fanfic (In which John is a foreign exchange student)

Dave Strider fidgeted in his seat in the back of the classroom. It was unlike him to keep inside for this long just doing nothing, but there he was in the back of his history class, where the various students of the class along with him were studying a video about ancient wars that happened in Japan. An interesting subject, Dave thought, but still the fact that he just had to sit there for the entire class period disenheartened him. He felt his eyebrows droop a bit behind his mirrored aviators, and sooner or later he just let his eyes close completely. A half hour passed and there Dave was, passed out in the back of the classroom, head drooped behind his chair and a quiet yet audible snore erupting from his nostrils. The teacher, a young Asian-American woman who called herself Meulin, walked over to him and started to shake Dave by the shoulders. Dave's eyes opened with a snort as he looked up at the disapproving eyes of the teacher looking back at him. As he awoke, she noticed that she had a pen in one hand and a small packet of paper that looked like a checkbook and functioned nearly identically. Dave groaned as he realized that he was being written up by the teacher and with a tear of the yellow paper, he was in for it. Damn, Dave thought, looking over the note, How long was I out of it? He made sure to take a mental note to show up at the time the sheet told him to, and then put the troubling note in the pocket of his whitewashed skinny jeans. He was now routinely in detention for things like this, his random occurrences of sleep and whatnot. He knew what was causing it too.

His last few nights had been restless after his girlfriend, a kid named Vriska that spoke in a Russian accent, broke up with him. He was hit by a wave of emotions, that feeling of being lonely, that knowledge that Vriska would probably never speak to him again, and night after night, he would just rerun the scenario in his head. Dave and Vriska had gotten into a fight about why Vriska didn't like to be seen with Dave in public. Even though their relationship had been going strong for a couple of months before that, Vriska felt that Dave was not really part of her ideals, and had decided to dump him in the cruelest way possible: by barraging him with insults about everything, even if she had nothing wrong with that. It ended when Vriska had thrown a brick at him as he left her house after having his feels shattered by the Alternian girl. Once he knew that she was going to be a danger to him, he just cut it off then and there. Better that than wake up with a knife of some kind plunged into your stomach by her (which had happened to her last boyfriend Tavros, but nobody likes to talk about it much, especially him. The wounds were still healing after 6 months, but he told nobody because he felt like if he did Vriska would either harm him even more, or worse (in his mind) be rejected by others by the information about the scar.

Luckily History was his last class, so he packed up and then realized, Damn, I still have detention don't I? Slowly, not looking forward to the "regulars" that were continually in detention time and time again, he made his way to the office where the detention area was housed. As he walked by the desk, he noticed that there was a student he had never seen before there. He had black hair and a pair of rectangular glasses, and a Ghostbusters shirt on beneath a plaid dress shirt. He was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and below that, a pair of hi-tops. He was speaking to the front desk secretary, and as he did so Dave realized that he had a british accent. Despite that, his teeth appeared to be perfectly straight, which was extraordinarily rare for britains without some kind of dentist work done. Wow, he's cute, Dave's conscience muttered before Dave buried that thought. Although Bro was never homophobic and even claimed to have a boyfriend once named Jake when he was in his teens, he had no idea how he'd react if he knew that his little brother was hot for guys. He just stared for a moment before the student turned around and noticed, to which Dave quickly looked away. Way too close man, Dave thought in his head, Damn, what a looker though. He had blue eyes!

A/N: Well this was my first attempt at a page in a Homestuck fanfiction, so if you want me to continue tell me so?