Hey guys! This is my second Homestuck fanfiction I've ever written (the first being a very bad Karezi fanfiction). I heard the song Love is Blind Terezi by Broadway Karkat and absolutely fell in love with it, and immediately a story began to form in my head with the main question being, "Why did he write that for her?" I hope to answer that question in my fanfiction. (:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction. All characters are owned by Andrew Hussie.
Karkat Vantas closed up the coffee shop for the day before checking his wrist watch. It was 9:30 at night on Friday. He groaned, thinking about the more productive things he could've been doing with his life than working at the shop. That is to say, nothing.
Karkat was fresh out of college. It was the summer after he graduated with a useless degree in Philosophy that he was spending his days working at a Starbucks a couple of miles off-campus. He didn't feel all that stupid about working near his college, though, since a lot of his colleagues and friends from the university had taken the same road as he and had gotten jobs very close to the campus until they found jobs elsewhere for when summer ended. Karkat had no fucking clue what he was going to do when summer ended, and frankly, he didn't care. He was practically set. He finally had his own little cozy apartment in the city after moving out of a tiny apartment that contained his two friends Tavros and Gamzee. Even though they seemed sad to see him go, he knew they were a little relieved that he was moving out seeing as the apartment was getting was a little too crowded.
That, and Karkat had anger issues and was not very pleasant to be around when he was pissed.
Even so, Karkat still felt lonely at times when he was lying in his double bed staring at the ceiling like a ridiculous cliche. He frequently had his rival and friend Sollux over at his apartment to hang out and play video games to keep Karkat from feeling too alone, but Sollux unfortunately had a real job as a computer programmer, so he couldn't be babysitting Karkat all the time. Since Karkat was so angry all the time and not the nicest guy, he didn't have a lot of friends who would hang out with him on a daily basis. This led to a lot of time Karkat spent by himself moping and brooding when he wasn't working, which didn't help his moodiness.
But anyway. Back to this particular time.
Karkat climbed into his crappy red Dodge Neon and slammed the door, because that was the only way you could actually get the door to shut. He stuck the keys in the ignition and turned. And turned. And turned. Nothing. The goddamn car wouldn't star.
"For fuck's sake..." Karkat muttered angrily. He tried to start it a few more times before slamming his hands on the dashboard. "COME ON YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" Finally, the car let out a creaky groan as the engine started. Karkat smirked. "Positive reinforcement, my ass. I've got rage."
As he shifted the car in drive, he saw something that made him freeze. In the rearview mirror was Terezi Pyrope and Dave Strider, walking down the street and laughing. Karkat ducked down in his seat, not wanting them to spot him. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck...Please don't let them have heard me yelling at my car,'he prayed. He watched in the mirror as they laughed, as Terezi pulled Dave into the shadows, as they kissed, thinking no one was watching.
Karkat grit his teeth until he felt like they might shatter. It had been a five months since Dave Strider had confessed his love to Karkat's best girl friend Terezi, a half- blind redhead. They started dating after that. Little did Terezi know at the time that Karkat had been working up the nerve to finally ask her out when Dave had cut in like a master cock-block.
Karkat still remembered his and Dave's conversation a week before he had confessed to her. They'd been arguing in the courtyard late at night. They were breaking curfew, but Karkat knew this was a conversation to be had in person, and not for others' ears.
"Stay away from Terezi, Strider."
"Uh, why should I? She's hot. She's funny. She's nice. She's a good friend to me."
"Oh don't give me that bullshit; like friendship is the only thing you have in mind for her."
"Yeah, what of it? So I'm interested in her. I don't see you making a move."
"...I don't like Terezi like that, moron."
"Yeah you do. You suck at lying, Vantas. Get a new hobby."
"Fine, let's say I do like her, which I don't. Maybe I've just been waiting for the right moment to ask her out!"
"We went to the same highschool, Vantas. I know you've liked her for a long time. It's been too long. My turn."
"That's not how it works, fuckass!"
"I'm done talking to you. You can't stop me from doing anything I may or may not do. You better hope you're not too late when it happens."
And he walked away, the smug motherfucker still wearing his shades at midnight. And it turned out, Karkat wastoo late. He couldn't beat Dave at the race to Terezi Pyrope's affections. Karkat slowly drew away from her after she started seeing Strider. He couldn't take it.
That was five months ago. And they were still going strong, by the looks of them. Karkat watched her pull him away and he peeled out of the parking lot, driving ten miles above the speed limit to get back to his apartment. He was lucky a cop didn't pull him over. As soon as he was in the sanctuary of his apartment, Karkat started throwing a tantrum. He flipped his coffee table, kicked over his sofa, shattered a glass dish, even punched a hole through his drywall. His eyes were blinded by rage and jealousy and he didn't really care what he destroyed.
Karkat's chest heaved up and down as he surveyed the damage done to his apartment. His neighbors were a bunch of party animals, so they probably didn't hear a single thing he did. Looking at the hole in his wall, he thought to himself, 'I'll just get something to cover that. No one will notice.'Stepping over the upside-down coffee table, Karkat went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He stared in the mirror at the stranger in front of him.
His dark hair was messy as usual, but a few strands were stuck to his face because of the sweat droplets rolling down his temples. His eyes were gaunt and tired. He reminded himself of an angry old man in a young college graduate's body. Suddenly, he was aware of a sharp pain in his hands. He looked down to find that his palms and fingers were cut up and bloodied from the shattered dish. "Figures..." he muttered. Karkat cleaned the wounds and then wrapped his hands in bandages. He was a fast healer and didn't care much about the cuts.
Not bothering to change out of his uniform, Karkat collapsed on his bed. He forced himself to think of the encounter. It was the first time he had seen Terezi and Dave Strider since they started dating. They looked happy together. 'That should have been me,'Karkat sulked. He was angry at himself and jealous of Dave, two things he was very used to. But seeing them together had only opened old wounds he had tried very hard to protect. Miserable about the day, Karkat drifted into an uneasy and unrestful sleep.
Karkat awoke to his laptop beeping annoyingly from his nightstand. During all the commotion and angst, he'd forgotten to shut it off. He opened the notebook PC and saw two instant messages from his old roommate Gamzee. His typing style made Karkat angry, (then again, what didn't) but he tried to look past it and just ingore it. He responded to Gamzee as friendly as he could manage.
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terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
TC: Yo KaRkAt. (o:
TC: YoU uP, mAn?
CG: GO AWAY I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
TC: WhAt'S gOt YoUr BuLgE iN a KnOt, MoThErFuCkEr?
CG: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
TC: MaN, yOu CaN't KeEp ThAt ShIt BoTtLeD uP.
TC: JuSt LiKe I wAs TeLlInG mY bRoThEr EqUiUs.
TC: ThAt MoThErFuCkEr HaD sHiT aLl BoTtLeD uP.
TC: ThEn He LeT iT oUt AnD iT wAs AlL cHiLl.
TC: HoNk (o:
CG: I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
CG: GO AWAY.
TC: CoMe On, MaN, dOn'T bE aLl LiKe ThAt.
TC: SlAm A fAyGo.
TC: JuSt ChIlL, mY bRoThEr.
CG: FINE.
CG: YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I'M SO GODDAMN PISSED, FUCKASS?
CG: I SAW TEREZI OUT WITH THAT ASSHOLE STRIDER LAST NIGHT.
TC: Aw MaN.
TC: I'm So SoRrY bRo.
TC: ThAt MuSt HaVe JuSt BeEn AlL sOrTs Of UnPlEaSaNt.
CG: YEAH.
CG: PISSES ME OFF TO SEE HIM WITH HER.
CG: THAT FUCKASS DOESN'T BELONG WITH HER.
CG: HE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE.
CG: I JUST WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR HER TO SEE THAT.
TC: YoU wAnNa SiNg AbOuT iT? (o:
CG: NO.
CG: FUCK NO.
CG: OH GOD FUCK NO.
CG: NO SINGING.
CG: I CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS AND THEN SINGING.
TC: It CaLmS yOuR nErVeS, bRo.
TC: ThErE's So MuCh YoU cAn SaY wItH a SoNg ThAt YoU jUsT cAn'T aLl Up AnD sAy StRaIgHt.
CG: WAIT.
CG: HOLD ON.
CG: YOUR SPINELESS ROOMMATE IS MESSAGING ME.
TC: It'S aLl ChIlL.
TC: I'lL bE hErE. (o:
At that exact moment, Karkat recieved another message from his other ex-roommate Tavros. opened up a new chatbox to respond to him.
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adiosToreador began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
AT: uH, HEY kARKAT,
CG: UGH WHAT DO YOU WANT DUMBASS?
CG: I'M ALREADY HAVING A STUPID CONVERSATION WITH YOUR STONED ROOMMATE.
AT: yEAH, i KNOW,
AT: bUT, UH, i JUST FOUND OUT SOMETHING, YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT,
CG: OH GOD WHAT NOW?
AT: yOU'RE GONNA GET, ANGRY,
CG: I'M ALREADY ANGRY.
CG: TYPE, TOREADUMBASS.
AT: uH, OK,
AT: tEREZI JUST CHANGED, HER mYfACE RELATIONSHIP STATUS,
CG: TO WHAT, EXACTLY?
AT: eNGAGED,
CG: *WHAT*?!
AT: i TOLD YOU, YOU WERE GONNA GET ANGRY,
CG: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BLIND IDIOT THINKING?!
AT: sHE'S, NOT ENTIRELY BLIND,
CG: GETTING ENGAGED TO THAT DOUCHEBAG STRIDER!
CG: IT'S UNTHINKINGABLE.
CG: IT'S DISGUSTING.
AT: sHE CAN STILL SEE COLORS,
CG: I'VE GOT TO GO VOMIT ON A PILE OF SHIT.
CG: SEEING AS THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT CAN EVEN COMPARE TO THE LEVEL OF REPULSIVENESS OF THIS EVENT.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling adiosToreador
Karkat had to see this for himself. His hands were shaking with the rage being built up inside of him. He logged on to the social media site MyFace and quickly looked up Terezi's account. Sure enough, next to a little heart, were the words "engaged to Dave Strider", along with a picture of her left hand (ring on her finger) pushed in front of the camera.
That stupid idiot.
Karkat contemplated destroying his apartment again before deciding that there was another, better, less painful way to handle this. If this didn't work, nothing would. He clicked on Gamzee's chatbox and typed a reply.
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CG: YOU KNOW WHAT?
CG: FUCK IT.
CG: GAMZEE GET YOUR FUCKING GUITAR AND MEET ME AT MY APARTMENT IN FIVE MINUTES.
CG: WE'RE WRITING A FUCKING SONG.
TC: NoW tHaT's WhAt I'm TaLkInG aBoUt, MoThErFuCkEr. (o:
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]
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