You guys are all going to hate me for this beginning… Like, what, what does that have to do with anything… And I don't know yet, so don't bother asking, heh.

-KarkittyEgbert

Falling, wind rushing past your ears. You close your eyes as the screaming starts again, you open your eyes just as your fall ends, a sickening crunch as you hit the ground, bones snapping and breaking. Some protruding from your skin.

"Karkat Vantas"! He heard Terezi yell, his eyes flashing open. "Get down here now before you Gamzee leaves, you're going to be late." You stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Next to you Dave rolls over in his sleep. You get up and walk to the bathroom, grabbing his glasses off of the table and tossing them at him.

"Wake up douchebag", you say as you close the door behind you. You shower quickly and get dressed… You check your appearance in the mirror, your hair is a mess, but not wild enough you need to cut it yet, still, at the age of eighteen, you stand at five foot five inches. You grab your jacket and head downstairs. "Hey Tz, got any toast ready, we've gotta get going", you say quickly, putting your arms through the sleeves, grabbing his bag.

"Yes, it's on the table, also, tell Dave to stop sleeping in your bed, he's my boyfriend, he should just walk the extra flight of stairs."

"Yeah, sure", you say rolling your eyes, "because he will totally listen to me." You grab a small stack of toast as you and Terezi head out the door. "Hey Gamz, turn that shit down!" You yell as loud as you can, so you can be overheard over his rap music.

"Sorry bout that bro", he replies as he lowers the volume to a more reasonable level, "Ya ready for class?" The juggalo asked, grinning, fresh paint on his face.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we just get going now?" You say, frowning at Gamzee as he opens the back door to his van for you and Terezi.

"Oh, by the way, before I forget, the school asked me to give this to you", Gamzee handed the letter to you. "Oh great, I swear if it's another complaint about Strider I am kicking him ou-" You stop speaking looking down at the letter title in surprise as Gamzee puts the van into drive. You read through it, once, twice, thrice… But you just can't believe it, "Hey, Tz, read this aloud for me please, and then tell me if it makes any sense to you, here's the braille copy." You hand her the letter.

"Okay, here: New dorm resident informational guide.

Dear Mr. Vantas,

As new students have been filling up the closed campus dorms, the administrators of Alternia University will be placing a new resident in your private dormitory, as you signed papers that allow us to do so, we hope you do not remove him immediately, we shall reimburse you as the students payments were set for room and board, the proceeds will go to you as it is your duty to supply for your resident dorm mates.

Sincerely,

Headmistress Condescension"

Terezi took a deep breath as she thought things over, "You didn't tell us this was part of the reason they let us restore your old home as a private dorm."

"Well, I just hope he isn't as big as an ass as Strider." You look out the window as Gamzee turns onto the main road leading to AU campus. "Amen to that brother", Gamzee says, grinning as another one of his clown raps come on. "Does it say when he is arriving in the packet?"

"Packet, what packet?" You ask, bewildered. "You didn't give me a packet."

"Oh, yeah, check the glove box." He says. You look in the glove box and take out a yellow packet. Opening it up you begin to skim through it. "Uhm, Apparently I have to skip my English lecture and go to the administrative building, he'll be waiting for me there to take him to the dorm… And it says his name is John." You mull this over, wondering why the name sounded so familiar. "Oh, mind if I borrow your van then Gamz, I'll come get you guys after class, unless you both have plans?"

"No problem bro", Gamzee replies, grinning. "No, Dave will be picking me up for our date today after my Trig class, he just has to see one of his old friends this morning", Terezi says hastily.

"Okay, settled then, I'll see you around three then Gamz." You say to your friend as he pulls up in front of the parking lot gate. "ID's", says a grumpy looking security guard in a both, yawning slightly. You hand yours to Gamzee, who passes them to the guard, grinning at him creepily. The guard scans them and waves them through, mumbling something about idiots in make-up under his breath.

You exit the vehicle and help Gamzee with unloading his sound equipment (yes he plays guitar, I like it so deal with it). "When is the open mic again Gamz?" You ask, closing the back door.

"Next Friday bro, gonna come?" He asks, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of showing off his, quote Wicked Skills unquote. "I'll try and make it, but my Finals are coming up, so I'll be studying a lot." [In my last story on my other fanfiction site you guys said that lots of new students don't apply to school midterm for my GamTav,(yes this is the sequel, I'll post the GamTav on this site too) but they are in college, with Semesters, but classes can last two or more semesters, which is why he is studying for his finals, see, totally makes sense].

You get back in the van and start it up, sliding in your own cd instead of changing Gamzee's station, because you aren't a complete douchebag. You pull out of the lot and drive down the campus road to the main offices building on the other side to go and pick up this John person. You pull up to the building and cut off the engine. You walk inside, up to Mr. Slick, and ask whether or not John has showed up, "Hey Slick, new kid here yet?"

"Yeah, he's waiting for you in lot two, hope you like pie." Slick replies, his voice low and monotone. Pie, you think, well, it's probably Slick just trying to be funny. You walk through the building to lot two where you see the U-haul waiting, unhooked. "Ughhh", you groan at the thought of having to hook it up to Gamzee's van. You are just wondering how it got into lot two when you see a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision. Turning to the left you see a flash of blue, black hair, and then you're blinded by the pie that smashes into your face. "Damn it John!" You shout out, assuming it's John, the damned nooksniffing new kid who is well on his way to being kicked out of your dorm before he even gets there! You wipe the pie out of your eyes to see a familiar face inches from your own… No, it can't be, is it? You begin to search his face, same freckles, same blue eyes, same raven black hair, all scuffed up and messy…

"Hey Karkles, good to see you again. It's been what, a year?" Damn it! It is the same one. The same John Egbert you dated for three years online until he suddenly went afk for a… well, for a year. "J- John", you ask tentatively, eyes watering slightly, you blame the pie.

"Yep, how've you been Car-Cat?" He replies, making your name sound like it's an animal and a vehicle thrown together. It upsets you a little bit to hear him use that old pet name… Actually, it down right pisses you off. Where does he get off thinking he can strut up to you and act like nothing happened after he left you for a year. It makes you want to punch this douche. You know what, you will punch this douche. "Asshole!" You swing your fist, connecting it with his jaw, he stumbles back, his cheek turning red and bruising quickly.

"Alright, I deserved that one", he says, rubbing his cheek. "Look, I'm sorry about the whole dropping off the face of the Earth thing, but, you see, my sister-" He looks at you, seeing you glare at him quickly ducks his head, muttering apologies under his breath.

"I don't want to hear your excuses, I just want to know why. Why you left, and why you've shown up. You can tell me on the way." You say, softening your face, only frowning now.

"On the way?" He asks. "Yeah, you're moving into my dorm, according to the school anyway. So might as well fill me in. And then afterwards, I'll decide whether or not I should kick you out of my dorm for throwing pies or not." You turn around to go get the van.

Oh, thank you Karkles, I could just kiss you right now!" John exclaims.

"Don't you even try", you say, then so he doesn't hear you, "It would just make things harder."