AN: Hello! Okay, so, I originally wrote this story in 2nd Person, because that's how Homestuck in canonically written. However, 2nd Person violates Fanfiction's guildlines, so I rewrote it in 1st Person. It didn't read very well, and so now I'm going back and editing it again to make it better. I apologize for any errors!

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy : )

Be Karkat Vantas

There was nothing I wanted more than to hit something. If it weren't for the pile of books that were in my hands, I totally would've hit something.

I hated three things:

1.) School. Whoever thought cramming a bunch of teenagers into one small building was a dickmunching asshole. I understood the importance of education; hell, I liked learning, but this was ridiculous. Everyone around me was some combination of hungry, tired, and horny, and they grated on my nerves as if I were the cheese and the student body was the sharp, metal object.

The horny ones were the worst. Not that they ever hit on me, or anything, but still, a person can only witness so many sloppy makeouts before throwing up. Or worse: getting turned on, too.

Karkat: Transition

2.) Me. That thing I wanted to hit if it hadn't been for my books? It was me. I was an imbecile of the lowest intelligence, an idiot of the highest degree. Honestly, I'd turned into one of those dumb jocks from John's terribly cliche movies, sans all the hot chicks hanging around.

Not that I was into chicks. Another reason to hate myself, actually. I was playing the school game on the highest difficulty. Life was hard as a gay teenager, and no one understood.

I was just lucky no one had found out yet. But I knew, someday, someone was bound to notice me staring in the locker room. Not that I stared much. Just at one annoyingly choice ass.

3.) Dave Strider, owner of said choice ass. I'd never wanted to hit and then touch someone as much as I'd wanted to hit and then touch Dave Strider. Every time I saw him, I had to resist the urge to jump on him like a spider monkey, alternating between punching and kissing him. I wanted to knock those stupid shades off his face. What the hell was he hiding under there? How could I be so attracted to a kid I hadn't even fully seen?

It didn't matter much, anyway. Strider had no idea who I was. I'd shared at least one class with him every semester since six grade. Five years, and I still had to re-introduce myself every fucking time there was a group project. Five years of growling out my name for him, and he still asked. I hated when he asked. I always had to feign disgust to cover up for how hurt I was.

Uh.

I mean -

Da- Strider had never hurt my feelings. Of course not.

Damn it.

Be Dave Strider

School was my heaven. There, I wasn't surrounded by any of Bro's fucking smuppets, and I had a bunch of cool-ass friends, like John, who I'd just come out to. He took it pretty well for a straight guy who thought he was being hit on, but he never was able to finish that math problem.

As I walked down the hallway, I wondered if there were any other gay kids in the school. There was Rose and her girlfriend, of course, but as chicks, they didn't count. That Eridan kid was pretty flamboyant, though he wasn't really my type. He was a bit of a genocidal prick, and I was sure he crossdressed. I didn't have a problem with it, but I wasn't into mini-skirts, regardless of whether or not the person wearing them had a dick under it. Either way, Eridan seemed to have a thing for some computer nerd.

That was the one problem with being gay: no one else was. So much candy, all of it uneatable. I would take all the judgement in the world if it meant I could have more options for desert.

There was one guy in particular I wish were an option. He didn't come off to me as gay, but of course, I wasn't the standard definition, either. Man, he was cute. Especially when he was angry, and Jesus, did it piss him off when I "forgot" his name.

Oh, look!

Be Karkat

Speak of the devil.

I silently begged myself to stop staring as I trudged along. I thought he was looking back, but it was hard to tell with those shades, so I begged myself to just look down. Resist temptation. I could do it.

Karkat: Fucking look down, already.

I looked down, which turned out to be a bad idea. I walked straight into some familiar blonde chick, sending my books flying. As the fuckass walked off, yelling at me to watch where I'm going, I dropped to my knees in an attempt to quickly gather my shit back up.

I hoped Strider hadn't see that.

Be Dave

Dave: See that

Oh, I saw that.

Half of me wanted to go tell Vriska off for being a dumb ass, but the rest of me wanted to go help.

Dave: Go help

I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly walked the ten feet over and dropped down to the floor. I started grabbing random papers and shoving them random places, caring more about time than accuracy.

I could feel the kid next to me tense up.

I made my voice calm and greeted cooly, "Hi, Karkat."

He completely froze at that, eyes glued to the clutter on the ground. I wanted him to look at me, or to see him, but his hair was covering his face. To fix that problem, I reached over and put two fingers under his jaw. I made him look at me, and holy shit-

Be Karkat

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

HOLY SHIT.

Strider knew my name.

Dave fucking Strider knew my name, was touching me, was actually smiling, and Jesus Christ, that bastard, why was he not closer to me.

Be Dave

- he was even cuter when he was flustered.