Your name is Karkat Vantas. You're sitting in your collage dorm room, enjoying the peace and quiet that doesn't seem to exist when your room mate is around. Your roommate, whom you hate with a passion.....but at the same time tolerate. He can be okay sometimes. Annoying as fuck, but okay. You flip a page in the shojo manga you're reading and sigh contently, snuggling a bit further into your crab-shaped beanbag chair. You fucking love crabs. They're just so cute to you. And they pinch. You like anything that can cause damage to another person.
You gasp a little as you read; fuck, he did not just do that! Who does this Sho guy think he his? Showing up at Kyoko's movie rehearsal with a giant bouquet of flowers in his hands! You can't believe this douchemuffin sometimes. What an asshole. You put down your book just to ponder how much of a fuckface this guy is. Seriously. Wow.
You decide to take a break from reading for a bit; needing some time to absorb all that you have just read. So much drama! It can be pretty overwhelming. You look around your dorm and smile. One half of the room is covered in posters for the cheesiest movies ever, movies you adore, and a bunch of anime posters. And crabs. Crab stuffed animals are scattered all over the place, drawings of crabs are all over your desk. You just love the little fuckers. Your eyes settle on one particular crab, your favourite. His name is Will Smith, after the most badass guy ever, but you just call him Willy for short.
God damn you are a nerd.
Your roommate's side of the room is a bit more unnerving. The guy loves clowns. The kinds of clowns that run after you with chainsaws. Posters of them clutter the walls and wherever else it is possible to stick a poster. There are horns everywhere, bicycle horns, you think. And weird pies that are green for some reason. Just out of curiousity, you stick your finger in one of them and try some; and spit the nasty stuff everywhere. Ugh! Disgusting! Why does he like those so much?! Anyways. Back to your room analysis. A unicycle leans against your roommate's bed, and clown make up clutters the bathroom. His clothes lay in messy piles taller than your head. He can be such a slob. Empty Faygo bottles are scattered about all over the place. You sigh and bend to pick them up. There's no way you can stand living in a dorm so messy for more than a few minutes.
You fill your arms with Faygo bottles and dump them unceremoniously into the trash. The can is already overflowing after just one handful. When is this guy gonna learn to pick up after himself?!
Speak of the devil. The door flies open, and in walks in the most mentally unstable fuckass you know, with a huge, too-big-for-his-face smile. He looks at you and grins even wider. "Hey there, motherfucking best friend!"
Oh. Right. He's also your best friend.
"Hi, Gamzee." You can't help the soft sigh that escapes your lips. There goes your nice, quiet afternoon. Out the window and in the crapper in less than a second. "You really need to clean up some of your shit. I'm going to loose my fucking mind pretty soon!" The Faygo bottle in your hand hits him on the head. He laughs and pulls you into a tight embrace. "Oh, you're such a Negative Nancy, bro. Do you look for things to complain about?"
You struggle in his arms, not a fan of having your personal bubble popped. "LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BE THE END OF YOU." This only makes him laugh again. "See what I mean, motherfucker? There you go nitpicking and whining again. It's actually pretty fucking adorable." You blush madly and flail about. "I'm not adorable! Will you put me down already?!"
He finally seems to get the hint and releases you. You hug yourself, feeling embarrassed and somewhat violated. He takes a drink of Faygo and absently strings the guitar drooped over his shoulders. "So, Karkat! Our band's got a gig tonight. You think, maybe, you want to come?" You roll your eyes. Why does he ask you that every single time him and his stupid band get a gig? You're about to give him a blunt "no" when you catch the look in his eyes. He seems almost.....hopeful. You hesitate for a long moment before letting out a defeated sigh. Just one night couldn't hurt, could it?
"Fine. I'll come see your stupid band play."
His face lights up, and a giant smile spreads over his face. "Really, bro? That's fuckin' sweet!" You have no idea what he's so happy about. It's just one fucking time. "Yeah, yeah, only because I finished all my homework earlier, fuckface. Don't get so fucking excited."
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About an hour later, you are being dragged along by your arm down the street towards some club. Gamzee is chattering about miracles or something. You're not listening; the only thing you're listening to is your inner voice screaming, "WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THIS?! WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THIS?!" over and over again at the top of its lungs. You sigh and try your best to ignore it, having no idea how to answer that question. You nearly run into Gamzee as he screeches to a stop in front of a graffiti-covered hub. "Well, here we are!" He says cheerfully.
"This is where you're playing?" You say, a hint of surprise in your voice. The place seems pretty nice. How'd he get a gig here?
"Yep! Payin' us a thousand fuckin' bucks!" He says proudly. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah." A thousand dollars! Maybe his band doesn't suck as much as you thought. He pulls you in by your hand-wait, hasn't he been holding your hand for the whole time!?-and waves to the rest of his band, which are some kids you know, Tavros, Vriska, Nepeta, and Sollux. They wave back enthusiasticly, and he rushes over to meet them, dragging you along as he does so. "Hey, motherfuckers! You all know Karkat."
"Karkitty!" Nepeta squeaks. She jumps up and pounces on you, trapping you in a glomp hug. You flail your arms as you struggle to stay on your feet. "Hi, Nep. Would you please let go of me? Please?" She's one of the few people you try to be nice to. Even if it does get really hard sometimes. She squeaks a few more times and lets go of you. "Sorry, Karkitty! I'm just glad you came to see us play!" She purrs. You roll your eyes and nod once at Sollux. He returns the nod. He's not a bad guy, you suppose; he's kinda fun to play video games with. Gamzee leans against the wall and smiles happily. Suddenly some guy is ushering them on what you assume is the stage, and he gives you a small wave.
You sigh and sit down at a table in the far corner. Why were you here, again?
Within a few minutes, you watch as The Juggilos start playing. You know this song. Breaking The Habit, by Linkin Park. You guess they're singing a cover of it. Gamzee approaches the mic and starts to sing along.
You're slightly taken back by what you hear; Gamzee's voice is no longer husky and deep. It's surprisingly clear, and is actually pretty close to the original singer's voice, only an octave lower. You listen curiously and eventually nod your head to the beat. He finishes the song up with a nice note, and the audience bursts into applause, including you, as you're pretty impressed. Gamzee sees you clapping your approval and smiles widely. He gestures wildly in your direction, mouthing the words, "come here!". You merely shake your head. He frowns and turns to the mic. "Listen up, motherfuckers! My bro Karkat's gonna sing us a song." He points in your direction, and heads turn towards you.
FUCK.
Now you have to sing?!
You stand up with a sigh and walk over to him. "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! I can't sing!"
"Sure you can, brother! Just play that song you wrote that one time when you were bored. No big deal."
Oh fuck. You knew singing that stupid rap to him was going to come back and bite you in the ass someday.
You sigh and climb up next to him. He backs off to let have the mic.
"Alright, fuckfaces. I guess I'm singing." You cast a glare at Gamzee who smiles cheekily back at you. You turn back to the mic, nervous now.
"Four, three, two, fuck you."
Behind you, you hear music start up so that you have something to sing along to. You shut your eyes and struggle to remember what you wrote.
"Listen up, 'yall! This shit is ironic. Strider's beats are best suited for trolls hooked on phonics. Karkalicious, definition, makes Terezi loco. She wants to know the secrets that she can't taste in my photo. Dyin' just to know the flavour, I ain't doin' HER no favours! No reasons why I tease her, flush just comes and goes like Ceaser. I'm Karkalicious, so delicious. No, I don't do Kismeisis. I blow kisses, mwa! No matter if we're just Morails, trolls be linin' down the vail for a chance to fill a pail.
I'm Karkalicious." You hear someone pipe behind you, "Super sweet!" and ignore it.
"I'm Karkalicious."
"Fuckin adorabloodthirsty!"
"I'm Karkalicious."
"Even Egbert wants a piece of me!"
"L-l-l-l-like, candy, candy!"
You finish singing the suggestive song nervously, and end up going on a rant by the time you're done. People are laughing and clapping as you walk back to your seat. What. Were. You. Thinking. Gamzee's giggling as he comes back to address the crowd. "Isn't he just charming!"
People laugh, and a chorus of wolf-whistles come from a couple of girls in the back. Gamzee laughs again and starts getting ready to leave. What? Leave? Already? He comes over to you as soon as he's done "That was fucking awesome, bro!" You roll your eyes. "That was fucking embarrassing." He laughs and grabs your hand again. "No way, KK. That was fucking awesome. It makes me wonder.......if you really are as delicious as you say you are." He says teasingly. You feel a blush light up your face. "Let's just go!"
"Alright, alright." He smiles and starts walking home. You allow him to hold your hand as he does so, and smile a bit to yourself, feeling a warm sensation start growing in your belly until you're tingly all over. You have to run a bit to keep up with his long strides. He's quiet as you walk together, which is fine with you. You walk hand and hand silently for a while longer before he speaks up. "Nice night, huh, bro?"
You blink and look around for the first time. "Yeah. It's like.......a miracle." This makes him smile.
"You know, Karbro.....you're a motherfuckin' awesome bro, but...." He stops and blushes a little; or maybe a lot. You never can tell with all that make up he wears. "I was kinda hoping you'd wanna be......more."
You feel your face heat up. "How long have you been hoping this?"
"Since we first met." He averts his gaze to the ground, then to the sky, then back to the ground again. "I really, really like you, Kar. So.....do you want to?"
You hesitate. Hm.....you're not dating anyone.......and you really like him.......oh, why the fuck not? "Yes." You answer bluntly. His expression turns to one of disbelief. "You mean it?"
You nod silently and give his hand a light squeeze. "Yes. I mean it." You give him a tentative smile; and are suddenly pulled into a big hug. "Oh, thanks, bro!"
You want nothing more than to push him off, but allow you to hug him, and after a moment, you hug him back. He makes a noise that reminds you of Nepeta's purrs and nuzzles you softly. You shut your eyes and lean into the nuzzle. He pulls away after a moment or two-and then kisses you.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Here you are having your first kiss with your roommate on a dirty street corner. Why are you just standing there?! Do something, asshole! Quick! What would Will Smith do?! You shut your eyes and softly move your lips against his. God, you hope you're doing this right. You stay like that for a few moments, then pull away, dazed. You swear you see stars flying around his face. ".....Whoa."
Smooth, Karkat. You are just on fire today.
Gamzee smiles sweetly at you and pulls you a bit closer. You rest your head on his chest and listen to the soft beating of his heart. Thump thump thump. The noise kind of creeps you out but also relaxes you for some odd reason. You snuggle against him-completely forgetting that you're standing outside in the freezing cold on some dirty street corner. He pulls away from you and continues to walk, never letting go of your hand. You allow him to lead you back to your dorm. He holds the door open for you like a guy in one of your romantic comedies might do, which makes you blush.
You stroll over and sit down on your bed with a yawn. You were pretty tired. You grab Willy and curl around him, sucking on one of his claws-a strange habit you picked up a while ago. It helps you sleep for some reason. It's not long before your fast asleep.
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