Hey everyone. So my last Fanfic (Also my first completed one) was a huge success compared to my previous writing attempts that I ever posted on the internet (Mostly on Wattpad) and got more reads in one day then my other writing did in a year. This motivated me to write this. It will hopefully be a long story with the main pairing as Sollux and Eridan. This is just the first chapter and I hope you already fall in love with it.
EDIT: April 5 2015
Typical days in New York City can be seen as somewhat of a rush. Especially to those living in the densely populated city. However there are certain times during the year, like right before the winter holidays that the city seems to grow even more alive despite the quickly dropping temperatures and the low heavy clouds hanging overhead threatening hard rainfall or even snow.
People rushing through the city streets. Cars and taxis honking trying to get through the never-ending traffic. Nobody noticing, or paying close attention to the two teens standing on the corner of a street. Waiting impatiently for the light to change so they could cross the busy intersection. Both holding the tops of black and yellow vertically striped skateboards. The boards balanced precariously on the dirty asphalt, held up by nothing more than the hands of their owners.
One of the teenage boy, Sollux Captor, was wearing a black and yellow hoodie, the hood covering his messy short black hair that he usually styled but was too lazy that day. His pants were gray. The ends rolled up to avoid them from getting soaked from the puddles and random streams of water that have collected after the rains. On his feet he had a pair of vans shoes. One black, the other once white. The dirt and grim from wearing it to often had stained into a gray-brown. Even though it would have been easier to just put on two black shoes he decided to keep it that way. Using it as a way to make somewhat of a statement that would express his bipolarity. Somewhat of a warning to stay away even if it would draw attention towards him. Still, better have the attention on him than his twin, who unfortunately suffered from Traumatic Brain Injury.
Releasing an exasperated sigh he glances over to the side at his brother, Michael. The teen was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. The fabric darker in the center in the shape of a bee that once was there before the other teen tore it off. The fabric was stretched out from constant wearing and now loosely hung off one of his shoulders showing the black t-shirt that he wore underneath. He wore black jeans and yellow outdoor sneakers that came up a little higher than his ankle. The ends of his jeans tucked in making the black fabric bunch up slightly at the top before they disappeared inside the shoes. His long, shoulder length tangled black hair covering his face hiding his eyes. Only allowing his giant grin to show beneath the dark mass of hair.
In moments like this, Sollux would look at him and almost forget about the events that broke his twin. Almost believe that everything was back the way it was before the accident. Almost was key cause one glance at his grown out hair would bring the memories crashing back. Shaking his head, not wanting to dwell on the thought for too long, Sollux looked back at the light and thanked whatever deity was listening in on his mind that it changed right then. He steps off the curb, muttering to himself as he gets pushed by a small crowd of people. Even with their hurried steps he stops dead in his tracks when he doesn't see his brothers shoes in front of behind him. His gaze quickly travels to his twin whose mind unfortunately, like usual, was in the clouds and was staring at something in the other direction. Still back on the curb where Sollux left him. Stopping in his tracks Sollux rolls his eyes and cups his hands around his mouth.
"Mituna Captor the fucking light jutht changed!" His loud voice carried over the small crowd of crossing people making the other boy jump, a huge grin forming on his lips as he skips toward his younger twin brother. Sollux ignores the stares that his yelling drew towards them and just glares as he waits for his brother to catch up to him.
"Thorry Thollukth I saw a yellow bird." Sollux rolls his heterochromatic eyes, for what seems the hundredth time that day. Taking his brother's hand by the wrist he pulls him forwards. Crossing the rest of the intersection at a hurried pace. His calm turning into a jeer of frustration. Only letting go once they were safely standing on the other sidewalk.
Passing a couple more blocks his eyes remaining glued to his twin, Sollux feels a slight vibrate in his jean pocket which signified the arrival of a text. Noticing that their apartment building was only about a half block away he stops, reaching into his pocket for his cellphone. Dropping his skateboard on the ground in the process, and keeping it in place by placing his foot in the center of the board. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glances over at his twin brother, making sure the other saw him stop and wasn't making a mad dash at the busy street. He ignores the confused look his brother sends him while pulling out his crappy phone and flipping it open.
"I need to check thith text. Also, I forgot I need to go grab thome thingth at the thtore. Will you be ok getting back to the apartment by yourthelf?" He grimaces at his lisp. He hated that he still had it even though he was the one who refused the offer for speech therapy. At the moment he just saw it as another difference that would be placed between him and his brother. If his brother was to have a lisp, so was he. He hated differences between them and skateboarding was one of the things he adopted into his list of hobbies because of it. Though after the years he had gotten better but not as good as his brother. Now it didn't really matter but he kept with it. Since it did make watching his brother so much easier.
Sighing with relief as the other nods and grabs his board. Dropping his own before skating the short distance to the front of the apartment complex before slipping through the door. Giving the doorman an excited wave on the way. Shaking his head with an idiotic grin, Sollux glances down at his phone again, adjusting his oval shaped glasses. His brother said they looked like glass eggs on his face. Yeah, whatever floated his boat.
He and Mituna used to both wear the glasses, although unlike Sollux's, Mituna's were not prescription. He no longer wore them. Not since the accident, but the teasing was still the same even though they both were 17 and Seniors in high school. Smiling at the memories, he clicks on the unread message, his eyes skim over the text he received from his best friend/ex boyfriend, Karkat Vantas. Who he started calling KK in elementary school and ended up keeping the nickname.
HEY FUCKASS YOU HAVE A FUCKING MINUTE TO SPARE OR SHOULD I JUST RAMBLE TO MYSELF LIKE SOME RANDOM DOUCHEBAG WHO HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TALK TO RANDOM MOBILE DEVICES IN MY FREE TIME WHILE YOU PRANCE AROUND IN LA LA LAND.
Hey bastard don't get your panties in a knot I'm here just heading to the store to buy some candy for mike
He hesitated for a moment before hitting send adding "and stuff" to the end of the message. Subconsciously he looks around him to 'make sure' no one read the text over his shoulder. Chuckling to himself over his ridiculous behavior, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes once he makes sure he was out of sight of his apartment. He quickly pulls out the last stick and lights it before tossing the empty package in the nearest trashcan. Ignoring the world around him as he begins walking again, heading in the direction towards his favorite drug store.
He did not remember when or how he started smoking. Most plausible answer was a couple of months after the accident since those couple of months in his memory were really hazy and he could barely remember anything important besides the constant visits to the hospital to check on his brother and his mother's funeral. One thing that he did know was that he would get in a shit load of trouble if his dad ever found out. He also kept if from Mituna knowing that the other would want to try it. He could not, and would not risk messing Mituna up more than he already was. Not that he would ever admit to his brother that there was something wrong with him.
Taking a long drag of the toxic shit he let it burn his lungs before releasing the smoke into the crowded streets while rubbing his temple with his free hand. No matter how much he fought, it was impossible to keep the memories of the accident away. His mother was killed and his brother was wounded in the head when he was 10. Even though it was 7 years ago he still blamed himself for it. Even though he had to constantly remind himself that he wasn't the one who did it. He wasn't responsible for the accident. Hell he was practically on the other side of New York City when it happened. It was the day when he and Mituna decided to switch roles for the day and see if their parents noticed. Knowing that if they wore each others clothes it would be a very small possibility.
His mom had always favored him and when it came to working on computers she had Sollux by her side, his dad on the other hand was a landscaper and preferred the presence of his older son, Mituna. Knowing that, they decided to switch roles and while Sollux was out in one of the many parks helping his dad plant trees they received a phone call from the police department.
They never exactly knew what happened since the only live witness came out of the hospital with amnesia and a Traumatic Brain Injury. Sollux blamed himself for it. It should have been him who got caught in the accident. It should have been him who went through the brain trauma, but no it was his smart and awesome twin brother who he had admired and looked up to during all 10 years despite the other only being older than him by 30 minutes.
Now it was the opposite. Even still Sollux loved his brother to death and hated when the other got hurt or even looked down upon. He shook his head to clear the thoughts out of his head, remembering that he had not yet taken his bipolar meds and if he kept thinking about the accident he might end up punching an innocent fellow pedestrian shitless or end up jumping off a bridge or some shit like that. Taking a deep calming breath he drops the cigarette end on the ground and stomping it out with his foot. His attention returns to his phone as it buzzed once again with another received text. Shit he forgot all about KK. Quickly he flips out his phone again stepping into the small drugstore that he visited constantly.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU FUCKING QUIT
SHIT WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME I SWEAR TO GOG IF YOU FUCKING DIED FROM DRUG OVERDOSE OR SOME SHIT I WILL FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY PATHETIC LIFE
YOU'RE KILLING YOURSELF YOU KNOW THAT WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FRIENDS
WHY AM I THE FUCKASS STUCK WITH TWO FRIENDS WHO CAN'T KEEP THEIR FUCKING UNDER AGED HANDS OFF DRUGS
I SWEAR IF YOU ARE STILL ALIVE AND DON'T ANSWER ME IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES I AM GOING TO CALL YOUR DAD AND TELL HIM EVERYTHING AS WELL AS CALLING THE FUCKED UP AMBULANCE TO SAVE YOUR PATHETIC LIFE
WHAT HAVE I DONE IN MY PREVIOUS LIFE TO DESERVE SUCH SHITTY FRIENDS
2orry ii was thiinking about shiit. Be2iide2, I never 2aiid I would quiit ii 2aiid ii would try.
I DON'T KNOW GENIUS LAST TIME I FUCKING CHECKED BUYING MORE IS NOT FUCKING TRYING
Sollux sighed at the text, grabbing some of Mituna's favorite candy then slowly walking towards the register. The store never asked for IDs thank the deities above. Waiting for the clerk to run the items he gives up on making up an excuse in his head as types out a quick answer.
look ii dont have tiime right now I need to pay for this 2hiit and head home. 2ee you at 2chool tomorrow. Dont be late :)
WHATEVER DICKLICKER JUST MAKE SURE YOU ARE STILL ALIVE BY THEN I NEED TO GO DEAL WITH GARY'S SHIT NOW AND MAKE SURE HE IS SOBER FOR SCHOOL TALK TO YOU LATER DOUCHEBAG
He quickly pays for the items and slips out into the cold street. Making sure to pull the cigarettes out of the bag and into his pocket. The pack would last him almost a month if he kept his silent goal that he had for himself an only smoked one a day. Though he could never promise himself that knowing that some days it would be two and some three. He grimaces rubbing the back of his neck. Still not sure exactly how his life got so fucking messed up in the first place.