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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other, F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Roxy_Lalonde/UranianUmbra, Calliope/Roxy_Lalonde, Dirk_Strider/
      undyingUmbrage, Caliborn/Dirk_Strider, Jake_English/Dirk_Strider
      (onesided)
  Character:
      Roxy_Lalonde, Calliope_(Homestuck), Caliborn, uranianUmbra,
      undyingUmbrage, Dirk_Strider, Jake_English, Jane_Crocker
  Additional Tags:
      Gore, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Supernatural_Elements
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      Published: 2013-03-11 Updated: 2013-05-06 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3285
****** Candy Coated ******
by TheSYDNEYSAURUSREX
Summary
     A young girl makes a friend at her private school. This is not what
     she expected to get out of the relationship.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Obligatory Introduction Chapter *****
It was raining and the small private school you go to, had just caught wind of
an exchange student from England. Your name is Roxy Lalonde and you could care
less. You had recently just started dipping in mama's special juice, and can't
really focus on much other than the work in front of you. The small class of
ten looked up from their notes when the door opened, excited for a new face and
play thing. What was not expected was a frail, pale child. Skin an odd shade of
cream but of obvious African descent. High prominent cheek bones, large olive
eyes, and a very obvious white wig. She(?) looked incredibly out of place in
the red school uniform(the boys one, mind you) and shifted shyly from foot to
foot. The teacher said her name wrong, and told her to pick a seat. Calliope
didn't correct her, just nodded politely. She looked to see if anyone looked
friendly enough to sit by. You had your head down nursing the slight migraine
you always got from drinking too fast, thermos full of peppermint schnapps and
lukewarm coco. The other kids just stared in mild amusement and shock. Calliope
glanced around quickly, and stumbled to the safety of the back. The class
continued somewhat normally and you still hadn't even seen the new girl. Soon
it was lunch time and the curiosity for the new kid had faded. Now she was just
weird. And most people weren't even sure she was a girl. They glared and
laughed and said awful things about her as she passed. Probably didn't realize
or care she could hear every word.
You were snoozing under an awning by the library, soggy subway in one hand,
flask of bright blue zazzles in the other. At least, that's what you like to
call it. It's like liquid, candy, fire in your mouth. Your best friend, Dirk
Strider sits next to you. Unfortunately, you don't have any classes with him
due to the strict gender specific classrooms. You don't really mind much, he's
a bit of a prick. Currently, he's complaining about the new boy in his class
who keeps hassling him like a kindergartener with a crush. Frankly, it would be
surprising if the kid did harbor feelings for the young man. A pasty, snarky,
blonde, Naruto wanna-be with braces,too many feelings about everything, and a
pizza face whom literally no one will tolerate. No one but you anyways. It's a
shame he doesn't take better care of himself, he has such a nice bone
structure, and such pretty eyes. You're sure he could nab anyone he wanted.
Which you're pretty sure would generally pool from the male end of the gender
ocean. Not that he's come out, just you have a gut feeling. And the fact he's
constantly staring at that English kid's butt. Those are some pretty solid
leads. And if he didn't care so much what his "Bro" felt you're sure he'd be
open to it. But neither of you know his stance, so he just plays the role of a
mentally ill chimpanzee as the constant streams of fag and no homo flood from
him.
You begin to phase out of your conversation with him and look around campus. If
it wasn't constantly raining you think it could be a nice place. As it is, the
waterlogged grounds of the establishment are yellow and barren. Trees about a
hundred yards out but not so much as a flower on school grounds. The
architecture itself is a strange but logical beaut. Two seperate builidngs for
the gender assigned classrooms, each practically mirroring the other. Both
buildings are two stories and their classes include all of the basics as well
as art, music, and a study hall(in place of physical education, due to the
constant storming in this part of New York). Classes are seperated by grade and
after each period they moved down the hall. This is set up so different grade
levels barely had a chance of interacting. Two awnings and an observatory
seperate the buildings. The observatory that sits three levels above ground is
followed, in this order, by a library, then a cafeteria. Teacher's lounges and
administrator's offices are located above the classrooms and students aren't
allowed upstairs unless strictly instructed to do so. Classes start at 7 and
each class is an hour long with a thirty minute break for lunch whose time is
decided by grade level. Thankfully lunches were not gender specific and you
could actually chill with this asshole.
Which brings your focus back to said asshole.
"And I'm not saying that having lime green boxers is a bad thing. I just wish I
didn't have to see them everytime Jake leans over his fucking desk." Dirk looks
at you expectantly, probably waiting for you to roll your eyes and agree with
him. Even though you know Dirk probably wouldn't mind seeing those boxers a lot
more....on his floor.
"Well you know how these teenage boys are wit there saggy pans and untucked
shirs," you kind of really hate how your voice sounds when you get like this.
You might have imbibed a bit too much, you'll have to refrain from answering
questions in english.
"Yeah well, we both know how much better off we'd be if people just fucking
respected themselves," he states blandly with a twist of his pinky in his ear.
You make a face at the irony of the statement and wonder about his cleaning
habits.
"Like you'd know much about that" slips out and dammit you're snickering, you
don't wanna snicker. He'll get all pissy and-
"Really Rox? You're gonna bring up my ugly ass face again? I get it. I'm
repulsive. I don't need my best fucking friend pointing it out like every other
asshole in this school." Oh shit he thought you were talking about his god
damned acne. He glares at you, then, storms off in a huff leaving his dry ramen
noodles and orange crush behind.
"Dirk! Come on is a fackin joke!" you sigh and sink down a bit, sliding your
leg into some mud by accident. Great and your next teacher is always so
freakish about the states of uniforms. You stare at your soggy sandwich and
sigh wrapping the paper around it and tossing it in a nearby trash can. You
decide to trail after Dirk and see if you could get your apology done before
your walk home. Walking around the, well, round middle building you spot
someone you don't know crying into a calzone. Oh. Well this is awkward as fuck
maybe you can try to avoid......him? They are wearing the boys uniform,
although it seems too big for them. You take a step back and slosh your feet a
bit too loud. You're greeted by big, green, eyes.
"Oh g-gracious me," a very feminine voices stutters out, sniffles growing
harder as they try to cover up there tears, "I-I seem to have lost a*sniff,
hic*um drat a*whimper*contact! Yes one of those things hehe*snifffffffffffff*."
You honestly don't know what to say. Crying is kind of your biggest weakness.
Almost as much as accents and she's sporting a genuine, british, one. She looks
so helpless and lonely and wet, and all you want to do is wrap her in a blanket
and feed her warm soup. Unfortunately, you lack both of these things at the
moment.
"Hey sweetie," your tone takes on the motherly one you use around your
cats,"whatcha doin out here in the drippies, why aren't you eating where they
can't get ya?"
She seems taken aback by your response.
"I-I um well*sniff* I was just enjoying this wonderful w-weather, reminds me of
h-home hehe"those beautiful doe eyes look down at the mud again and she
absently nibbles at her soggy calzone.
"Where'd ya live back in England?!" you may be a bit over eager. Despite this
girl being just your type(shy, wordy, light eyed hubba hubba) you don't wanna
scare her off before you can even earn her friendship.
"I um well i-it's hard to say....." oh great you scared her off she's going
into that shell. No baby don't goooooo.
"Oh well if I aks sometin thas a lil too personal lemme know hun." you don't
wanna lose her now, you've come so far!
"It's n-not that, I assure you deary," oh god a pet name hell to the yeah,
"It's just I honestly don't know myself.... please allow me to leave it at
that." her smile is like a breath of fresh air. God you wanna stuff her in your
pocket and take her home... That's a creepy thought Rox, pedal it back.
"Well cutie I can agree to that if you'll tell me your name? I'll even tell you
mine! How's that for a sweet deal?" good girl, now don't fuck it up.
"Oh, well my name is-"
"CALLIOPE" you both jump at the sudden invasion of your ear drums. You turn to
see a boy(?) about the same size as the girl at your feet. Face and features
almost identical, though he seems to have forgone the wig for shaving his head
completely. He bleaches his eyebrows.
"Calliope. I told you to meet me at the big,"a look of frustration, he looks
like he's barely holding himself together, he almost looks purple."Tree! Why.
Weren't. You. There." each pause or you guess falter he seems to be thinking
rather hard. It occurs to you he may not be too good with his words. He doesn't
so much as glance at you as he grabs her roughly by the arm and pulls her to
her feet. She can't so much as squeak before he's marching her off to some
predetermined destination. Before you can think to follow them they're gone.
Something felt.......strange about those two. You have a feeling in your gut
that something is gonna happen because if them and you don't know if it'll be
good. The bell for classes to start again shakes you from your thoughts. You
head back to the building and hope you've just got a stomach virus or something
***** Meet The Brother *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Your name is Roxy Lalonde and you have your first nightmare in years. It's not
like you play scary games or watch scary movies(you prefer them to be pixelated
to hell and back or to have little wizard boys under stair cases)so you
honestly don't know what could have spawned it. That's more your mother's gig
anyway. Well her religion really. She does love those horror terrors. And
tentacles and you really don't wanna think about your mom's freaky self. So
imagine your surprise after waking from a dream about blood and jade swirling
into oblivion carrying you along with it. Skeletal figures gazing down, one
laughing the other emitting faint sobs. Neither attempt to pull you from the
muck and you feel the burning heat melt away your flesh and bones leaving you
nothing nothing nothing's wrong you have school today Roxy, it's finally
fucking friday.
You're exhausted so you pour some coffee into your coco and irish cream today.
You grab some orange soda to aid in pacifying Dirk when you see him and pack a
coke for lunch and a twenty for the cafeteria. You don't feel like asking your
mother to drive the extra twenty minutes for fast food. Or to take you to
school today. She's still asleep in her study anyways, and she probably would
have summoned some eldritch horror to suck the life out of you for disrupting
her slumber. You giggle at the thought, making you forget your earlier
conundrum and quickly get ready for school.
And once again, you feel the familiar patter of rain against your skin. You
should have grabbed an umbrella, or something, but now your hair is already
ruined. You lift up your bag to shield your face and jog a bit to the road. You
have to stop at Dirk's before school or he might get even angrier at you and
just not show up at all. He did that when you teased him too hard about his
sexuality then proceeded to lord it over you for weeks. God he can get prissy
sometimes.
When you reach the sidewalk you kinda feel some sort of ominous prescence. Your
chills cause you to look to your left and you notice this huge green mansion at
the end of your street. Which was not here the day prior. But looks older than
any home in your neighborhood. It feels so familiar and the bad feelings from
the nightmare start to come back. It kind of really freaks you out, so your
more than glad to turn tail, and walk the other direction to Dirk's.
And there he is in all his fuming glory. You were certainly right about the
pissed part, his face is screwed up in the most dramatically gross expression,
and he looks as if he can barely stand to look at you. Before he opens his big,
stupid mouth, you hand him an orange fanta. It may not be his favorite but it
seems to calm him down a bit, drawing back the anger to just a simmer as he
pops open the can and begins to drink. You smile, kiss his cheek, and loop arms
with him. Time to get to fucking school.
"WELL WELL WELL." disrupts any functioning thought in your skull. You both
swivel your heads behind you and see, well, some sight. That angry boy from
yesterday is there, dragging the cute girl with him. He's got a death glare
squared on Dirk, and is moving at a stiff, fast pace. He keeps splashing the
babe with his stomps and you kinda wanna punch him.
"What have we... here." he's fucking smirking. He looks ridiculous, mud all
over his baggy pants and shoes, hand clutching an embarassed Calliope, other
holding what you suppose used to be a backpack. Now it's just a shredded, muddy
mess. What is this kid's problem?
"Dirk? Right?" he pretends to check out his short nails and look uninterested.
Calliope groans, "Caliborn, dear, you know his name, you yelled about him
practically all night...." now this dick is disrupting your babe's sleep
schedule? Ah hell nah.
"Ah, Caliborn. To what do we owe the displeasure?"Dirk's tone actually loses
some of the whine. Does he sound, interested, in talking to this creep?
"I didn't realize you lived in this neighborhood. If I had I. Would have um.
Followed you home." the more he talks, the more unsure he sounds. Serves the
prick right.
"You really want me to beat you up that bad? Or did you miss our conversations?
I didn't think you could keep up." Dirk is now smirking as well. This is
ominous.
"As if anyone could lose track of that. Nasally. Shit-storm of a. Voice." God
you detest the way his voice cracks and pauses. Puberty did not like this kid.
"Ok, enough of the dick measuring boys. We gotta get to school," you really
don't want to put up with this because of how tired you are. "Calliope you
wanna walk with us?"
She looks up from the ground, apparently zoning out. "Oh! You um, actually want
to?" She pulls her arms close to herself and kind of fidgets. You could just
die omg. Instead you nod and smile, trying your best not to show how much you
wanna mack on her as she slowly starts to walk to you.
"CALLIOPE YOU WOULDN'T WALK WITH THAT SHIT STAIN!!!" Oh great, he's throwing a
hissy fit. Ugh you really don't wanna deal with this.
"Hey Dirk, why don't you walk with him since you have so much in common what
with the hating each other and all? Kay, thanks," You grab Calliope's hand and
starts to speed walk towards school. He just two finger salutes you and turns
back to Caliborn. You wonder what happened yesterday after lunch to make him
seemingly like this dick, but you have more pressing matters. Such as how
soaked you and Calliope are getting. You start to walk faster towards school as
the rain picks up. You almost don't notice her fingers lace through yours
unconsciously, and you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. You both finish the near
run in silence, about twenty minutes early to class, but hey you made it. You
sit with her under the awning you usually eat lunch at, slightly panting, but
grinning madly. She notices and smiles a bit, out of breath as well.
"Well that was certainly chivalrous of you Miss..." you see the realization of
her lack of a name for you and you chuckle a bit.
"Roxy Lalonde, always ready to be chivalrous," you grin even bigger and hold
out your hand. She seems unsure, but takes your hand and shakes it lightly.
"Calliope English, usually in need of chivalry," she says it a bit bitterly and
you feel like your missing the joke.
"I don't mind, you're cute so I can do it as much as you like!" you blush a bit
and try to play it off as a joke, bumping shoulders with her. She seems to miss
the flirty tone, or take it as natural and giggles so perfectly that you nearly
kiss her. Calm down there Rox, she's probably straight remember that. Go for
something else.
"What's something you like doing!" Shit that sounded awkward,dial it back,"You
know like outside of school?" Gee that helped.
"Oh! Um, w-well that's um I- have you heard of cosplay?" You sware you could
almost see her blush and you almost miss the answer.
"Wait you like to do that? Omg I do too!"
"Wait really? I didn't think anyone out here would um be into that sort of
thing..." She sounds so nervous and happy. Cuteyyyy.
"Well me and Dirk are like majorly into it. Though he's kind of more into anime
I stick to books and games! What do you like to cosplay?"
"I really like um 'Complacency of The Learned'. I relate with Calmasis very
much and find her both aesthetically and thoughtfully pleasing." Oh gosh,
should you tell her? Ok, yeah it would be bragging but,
"My mom wrote that series!" you blurt out. Shit, now she'll think you're a
little brat,
"Omigosh! No way! Y-You're that Roxy!? Oh goodness gracious god." She looks
like she's gonna faint, she's even fanning her self. You almost reach in to
calm her. Well shit, you killed her. Good going, Rox.
"Is that a bad thing?" You're kind of scared you scared her away.
"Bad? No no no. That's oh my that's just um could I meet you're mum? If it was
ok? Oh gosh no that's a weird question isn't it?" She's so flustered and shy it
just makes you grin.
"You wanna come over today? I can make up for how you're brother was being a
dick! Though I guess he's always like that huh?" And you really wanna get
closer to her. Both physically and mentally. You are such a creep.
"If it wouldn't be a bother?"
"Not at all, my mom likes guests and fans so it's kind of like a two for one
deal!" And now she grins like an idiot. It's a good look for her. She
practically pounces you with affection. She's actually surprisingly strong.
"You're such a dear Roxy, I could just oh I could just eat you up!"
You can't wait to go home.
Chapter End Notes
     eyyyyyyyyyyyy is been awhile huh? tell me if this ones ok!
End Notes
     gore will take a bit to get here gotta build up suspense
     let me hear what you think! constructive criticism is always welcome
     i need a beta real bad man
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