Your name is Karkat Vantas, and school absolutely sucks. Well, at least in your opinion. Today is no different, school is still just a big
clusterfuck of teenage hormones, and you are no exception.
The hallways are crowded and are a bit quieter than usual, but some kid keeps squeaking their shoes and it makes you want to punch them in the face. But the again, you always want to punch someone in the face. Except John. No. Especially John. With his too blue eyes, his incredibly handsome sexy adorable dorky hideous smile, and his constant claims of heterosexuality, which you and everyone else knows is way too far from the truth. Especially you.
You and John Egbert have been friends since the 5th grade, when John sat down by you at lunch when no one else dared to. You first saw him as an naive fucker who didn't know how to mind his own damn business, but you soon grew to like him. Of course you would never tell him that, but he already knows. Back then you were just friends, and you don't know when it happened, but you started to notice little things John did. Like how he snorts a little when he laughs which is fucking adorable and pushes his glasses up, even though they haven't even fallen down. And just like that you realized dammit, you were in love with this kid.
After this realization, you went through a phase of denial, then anger, than lastly acceptance. Acceptance that you loved this boy, and acceptance that he will never love you back.
Your train of thought is interrupted when someone bumps into your shoulder, you're about to mumble a 'fuck off' when you see that it's John.
"Oh. Hey." You say unenthusiastically, though you're glad to see him. You're always glad to see him.
"Wow, nice to see you too." John says with a goofy smile.
If this were some stupid cheesy movie that you love, you would say your heart melts every time he smiles like that. It isn't, but your heart still melts.
"Whatever." You say rolling your eyes.
John punches you playfully in the arm, "You're so funny when you're like this Karkat." he says snorting.
You resist the urge to punch him in his beautiful face, "Yeah, yeah, I'm a fucking riot." You say sarcastically, and it makes Egbert laugh even more.
The both of you (mostly you) continue to argue about things until you reach your next class together.
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