Woot, new HS story! This one is (again) Solkat, Gamtav, and Johndave bc those are like my OTP's. Mainsly Solkat tho. So, as the summary goes, Karkat eventually falls in love with his fake boyfriend Sollux, blah blah blah, cute fluffy crap. ^^'

Read on~

"Karbro, I don't motherf*ckin' care if your boyfriend has other plans! Just make sure he comes, or Nepeta will have your head up and on her shipping wall!"

I hung up and threw my phone across the room with a loud swear, an angry growl escaping my mouth.

This was just bloody great. Just what I needed on top of everything else.

John and Dave were getting married, and Nepeta was throwing them a huge fancy wedding. I didn't even know them that well, but everyone—meaning Gamzee and Nepeta—asked why I didn't want to come, if I had such an amazing boyfriend?

Well, I had a perfectly explainable reason.

I didn't actually have a boyfriend.

About a week ago, Gamzee and his boyfriend for 3 years, Tavros, were in a fight, so the idiot crashed at my flat for three days. After living with that psycho dumbass for 72 hours, I was going to slit his throat in his sleep, so I told him my boyfriend was coming over and he had to leave.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

Gamzee wanted to know every little detail about my 'boyfriend,' so I had to make up a bunch of crap about how I had been dating him for almost 2 weeks, and how I had met him at a club and we had both caught each other's eye. I had been relieved when he left in a hurry, but of course, he went straight to Nepeta and Vriska, telling them that 'little Karbro had a boy toy!'

I was so close to going over there and strangling that little b*stard, but I had other problems on my hands. Nepeta wanted to meet him, and when I flatly refused, she asked for pics. Since I obviously didn't have any, she was very upset. Now, this whole bloody wedding ceremony was in two days, and she had told everyone to bring dates, mentioning that I had a boyfriend.

I was screwed. Totally screwed. I had no way out of this whole sh*tty mess, so I decided on doing what a mature and responsible 21-year old would do.

I put a pillow over my head and screamed every single cuss word that came to mind. I so busy being mature that I almost didn't hear my cracked phone buzzing. Stomping into the kitchen and picking it off the floor, I accepted the call and growled, "What?"

"I'm so pleased y-you're in such a good mood, Kar." A chilly voice spoke slowly on the other end, and I resisted the urge to throw the phone back onto the floor.

"Do you need something, Ampora?" I spat out, not bothering to disguise the emotion in my voice. I could hear him snicker lightly, and my grip on the phone tightened.

"W-well y-yes, actually. I hear that y-you have a boyfriend. Is that true?" he asked, and I bit down on my lip. I could never lie to Eridan. As much as I insulted him and as much as he ignored me, he always came to me for advice, so the least he could do was listen to my problems.

"No. I just needed a reason to kick Gamzee out." I finally admitted, striding to the couch and flopping down so I could stretch my legs.

"W-well, I think I know w-where you can get a fake boyfriend." Eridan replied. I sat up straighter, frowning.

"What do you mean?"
"I texted y-you a link."

There was a short beep, and I pulled the phone away from my ear, hanging up the call. The link was for some website called Instant Date. Warning bells started to ring in my head, but I clicked the link anyway. I blinked and knitted my brows as I stared at bright blue writing across the top of the page.

As I scrolled down the site and looked at all of the tabs, I came to a few conclusions.

First off, you could 'rent' a fake boyfriend or girlfriend for as long as you wanted.

Second off, the company offered a free week trial for testing out your date.

Third off, it was just the thing I needed for the wedding.

I dialed the number for the department for bi/gay dates, and a cheery voice exclaimed, "Hi!" right in my ear. I groaned, toning down the volume a but before responding.

"Yeah, hey. I was looking for a guy to act as my boyfriend for some wedding. I'm 21." I explained, and heard the rustling of papers.

"Well, we have two people available. One of them is, ah, a stripper—"

"The other one." I cut in before she could continue. The last thing I needed was some random guy stripping down the aisle. I shuddered at the very thought.

"Well, ok honey. His name is Sollux Captor, and he's 23. He's pretty experienced at faking, so I think you'll find him suitable." She said, giggling a little.

I gave her my address and told her to send him over later today so I could prep him for what to say on our 'relationship.' If some far off god was taking pity on me, I would get a guy who was mostly shy and quiet, and not a royal pain.

A few hours later, after I had dinner and replied to 26 of Gamzee's text with F*CK OFF, the doorbell rang. I assumed it was Sollux Captor—what kind of name is that anyways?—and took a deep breath before opening up the door.

A tall, slender, man with blue and red glasses was standing on the steps, a slight smirk playing on his face. He was wearing black jeans and a dressy yellow shirt. His eyes looked as if one was red and the other was blue, thanks to his weird glasses. His dark blonde hair was ruffled slightly.

"Are you going to thand there all day and check me out, or actually let me in?" he asked, and I inwardly groaned. Great.

I stepped aside and locked the door behind him as he surveyed my flat. I felt a little awkward in my sweats and baggy hood; the fact that I hadn't bothered to clean up for weeks didn't really help.

"I don't know your name." Sollux turned to me, and I rolled my eyes. Of course the lispy f*cker didn't.

"Karkat Vantas." I told him stiffly, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing slightly pointy teeth.

"Cute. I think I'll call you KK." he answered, grin widening when I flushed and spluttered, "Cute?! And no you bloody won't."

"Aw, KK, that'th no way to talk to your boyfriend." Sollux wrapped an arm around me—or at least tried to, because I ducked out of his grasp and glowered at him.

"Shut up, you asshole. We only have to put up an act in front of people."

He simply chuckled, that cocky grin of his never faltering, and I felt my eye twitch.

"Tho, what ith the act?" he made himself comfy on the couch, kicking off his black sneakers. I huffed, standing in front of him and crossing my arms. He raised an eyebrow and looked up as I began to talk.

"First off, we've been dating for three weeks. We met at a club and danced together and all that shit. No, we did not do it!" I caught sight of his smirk and resisted the urge to smack him.

"There's a wedding in two days, and you'll attend as my date. Along with a bunch of other stupid parties." I rattled off.

"Ith that all? Juth for a week?" Sollux questioned, and I nodded. He seemed to think this over, and then without warning, shot his hand out to grab my wrist. I was so surprised that I didn't struggle as he pulled me on top of him, wrapping an arm around my waist. As soon as I recovered, I squirmed, hitting his arm as hard as I could, but his grip was strong.

"What the hell? Let me go, Captor!" I hissed, struggling and pounding my fists on his shoulder, as that was the easiest body part I could locate at this angle. The cocky prick just chuckled and adjusted me so that my back was to his chest, his arms snaking tightly around my waist to keep me in place.

"If we're going to act like a couple, then we need thome practith." He murmured in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks; it had been a while since I had been this intimate with someone. Promptly biting his hand, I jerked off and fell onto the floor. He gave a slight hiss of pain, rubbing his hand where I broke the skin. Blood tricked down, staining the carpet.

"Not cool, KK." He said as I retrieved a tissue and dabbed at the sticky red liquid on the floor. Once that was as clean as it was going to get, I thrust the tissue at Sollux, not really caring if I had hurt him. The prick deserved it.

"Listen up, Captor. We don't need to practice anything!" I snapped, watching his dab at his hand.

"You're violent for thuch a thmall perthon." He remarked, ignoring what I was saying. I felt my blood boil, and reached up a hand to smack the side of his head, but he effortlessly caught my wrist and pulled it down, smirking.

"God, I hate you!" I yelled, stalking off to my room. Hopefully, he would take it as a cue to leave. Sure enough, I heard him call, "I'll be back tomorrow, babe!" I dropped my head into a pillow as I heard him laugh and close the front door behind him.

What mess had I gotten myself into?

Expect a new chapter up every week.

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~samx