Your name is Karkat Vantas and you are thoroughly annoyed.
You came to this party earlier tonight only because Vriska and Terezi had made you. No, really. They had earlier come to your home-an apartment you had just moved into to try to support yourself now that you'd graduated- and dragged you outside by your arms, and thrown you into a car. They had asked if you wanted to come first, and you had politely declined...Okay, so maybe adding numerous curses and glaring at them wasn't the most polite thing to do, but it did not mean that they should throw you into a car, for jegus sake!
So of course you sit brooding on the couch at John Egbert's house, as people move all around you. Vriska walks up and sits next to you. By the smell of alchohol coming from her, and how wobbly she is, you can tell that she's drunk.
"Hey, Karkapoo! Come on and...hic...dance with someone, already!" Karkapoo? That has got to be one of the most godawful names you have ever been called.
"I'll pass, Vriska." You roll your eyes at her. She's really annoying and you often ask yourself why you even hang out with her sometimes. "Aaaaaw, come on, Kar..hic...Karkar!" You back away from her a bit, leaning closer to the armrest. "I fucking said no."
She shrugs. "Whatever...hic...you say!" You relax a bit as she walks away, only to jump suddenly as a hand comes down to rest on your shoulder. "How's it going, Best friend? You should be getting your motherfucking dance on, not sitting here by yourself." You glare at the male. God he has a lot of hair. And he's very tall, too. You roll your brown eyes at him. "Gamzee. I am not interested in being here, let alone dancing." He grins and shrugs. "I'm just saying, even though chilling here is cool and all, maybe you should be all interacting with everyone."
You wave him away, and he walks off, drinking one of those awful Faygos. You wonder how he can even drink that sludge. You will never understand him.
Eventually, you get bored of making friends with the couch, so you stand up and decide to walk around the crowd or something. You spot Eridan Ampora in the crowd flirting with Feferi and roll your eyes. He is so hopeless. You move on, studying different people out of boredom. Aradia and Nepeta are talking to Equius, who is sweating like a madman. What else is new? You notice Kanaya dancing with Rose. They manage to look like they're dancing to the classiest song ever made, even though dubstep is playing. You turn your head and spot someone you don't recognize at first. Then you do. If you remember correctly, his name is Dave. He looks like he's around your age, eighteen, maybe a little older. He's blond and is wearing dark shades that conceal his eyes. Your eyes lock on him for a minute, and you find yourself raking your eyes up and down his body.
He is built well, easily much taller than you. He's pale, and the red shirt with a disc on it brings out the features of his chest. His black pants are adorned with a belt, and he has red converses to match his shirt. Your eyes are trapped on him, and he turns in your direction suddenly, as if he realized you'd been staring. Your face heats up and you turn away quickly, walking in the other direction.
In your haste, you bump into Sollux Captor, who looks down at you and grins. "Hey, kk, we're about to play seven minutes in heaven. You should join us." You're dragged along by him before you can protest. He leads you to one of two bowls, filled with pieces of paper. "Take one of the papers out of the left bowl." You scowl, but go along with it, picking out a paper at random. You open it, revealing the number '8' printed on it. What was the eight for?
Everyone had started to find seats somewhere in the livingroom, and you take a seat between Gamzee and Nepeta. John is standing next to the bowl beside the one you'd picked out of. He reaches in with his eyes closed and pulls out two papers. He unfolds them and calls out, "Nineteen and two."
You look around to see who stands. No one does at first, but then Rose rises, follwed by Equius. What a strange pairing to be in a closet together. The enter it nonetheless, and you sit talking to Gamzee for the next seven minutes, until they reappear and John's knock. John digs his hand into the bowl again, drawing out another two papers. He looks at them. "Thirteen and eighteen." Jade Harley stands with Nepeta, who bounces into the closet after her. You guess that they'll probably just play board games or something. When they come out and Nepeta sits down, you ask. "We played board games." She grins cat-like. Thought so.
A lot of numbers are called before yours is. "Eight and fourteen." John calls. Your face flushes and you stand slowly, wondering who you'll have to go in the closet with. Oh, well. Would you look at that. It's Dave flipping Strider. At least, you think that's his name.
He stands and goes into the closet first, and you follow him slowly. John closes the door behind you and suddenly you find yourself trapped in a closet with Mr. Cool guy for seven minutes. It's hard to see him in the dark, so you flip the light switch on. He's looking straight at you and you find yourself with butterflies in your stomach. You stand there for a good four minutes. This is pretty akward. He tilts his head a bit. "You're Karkat, right?" You nod, frowning. "Dave Strider?" He nods in return.
You lean back against the wall and he grins. You glare at him. "What the fuck are you grinning at?" He shrugs. This guy is already royally pissing you off. You glare harder. "Well then stop grinning at me." He smirks even more at this. "What, I'm not allowed to smile?"
This makes you pause. "Well...no uh...just not for no reason! What, are you just grinning at me for shits and giggles?"
He walks towards you, and you would back up if you weren't against a wall. He gets close to your face and you're afraid he sees how hard you're blushing. He leans over to your ear and you shiver lightly. "I'm grinning 'cause you're cute." You stare at him as he draws away. He's messing with you! Purposefully trying to get on your nerves, that! That! That insufferable prick!
You glare at him. "I am not cute."
"Aw, man. So cute."
"No."
"Yup."
"I am not fucking cute!" Why are you having a battle with this guy over how cute you are or aren't? God this is pissing you off.
"Yes, you are. Shut up."
"Make me." You mumble, looking away from him.
"Is that a challenge?"
"I don't know. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm gonna accept the challenge." You look towards him, wondering what he's planning, but before you can say anything, he has his lips against yours!
Your eyes widen and you push at him, but he persists, and soon you realize. You don't actually mind it. Why the fuck don't you mind it?
You melt slowly into the kiss, letting your eyes flutter closed and drawing your arms up towards his head. Your hands dig into his blond hair, and you relax.
His hands go to your sides and trail down to your waist, wrapping around your body. You stand there kissing for what seems like forever. Sparks are flying through your body and it feels so right, even if you basically just met this guy. He just clicks. Maybe this is what people mean by love at first sight?
Suddenly, Dave pulls away and a small whine escapes your mouth, which he smirks at and you blush from. The door opens and you realize he'd pulled away because time was up. You stand there for a moment before John ushers you out, and you sit back down next to Gamzee. "What happened, bro?" Gamzee asks, probably seeing how red you are. "Uh..nothing. We just talked." He lets you off with that. You look around for Dave, to see where he is, but he's nowhere to be seen.
You wonder if he already left. You need to ask him about that kissing business that you were definately not into. Nope. Not at all. And he wasn't an amazing kisser either. Not at all.
But he's already gone. He left, leaving you thinking about him for the rest of the night until you go home. Who was that insufferable prick?