You sigh and lay down on your bed as you hear the door open.
"KK, I'm home." The annoying bastard calls from the porch as you groan. It's only been a day of sharing a room with Sollux, but you'r already done with his blonde hair, and those messed- no fucked- up eyes. And that lisp. Oh my god that lisp. If it'd work, you'd strangle him until he loses it. Not like you'd strangle him anyway.
"Does it look like I care?" You shout at him. You hear him chuckle, and a gtoan escapes yours as you know he has found something smartass tosay on that.
"Well, I wouldn't know, I can't see you dumbass." He opens the door and pops his head in, and you shoot him a glare. Pulling his head back, he pushes tee door open completely just to piss you off, and walks away, smirking."It looks like you care alot, KK." He cals from your poor excuse of a kitchen.
"Shut it, Captor," You snap, getting off your bed and slamming the door shut. You imagine him rolling his eyes at this, mainly because through the month of you getting undeniably pissed off every five minutes while in his presence, you know exactly how he'll react to what you do. You roll your own eyes and sit down at your computer, but before you're able to do anything, you hear your door open and Sollux speaks again.
"ED'th coming over tonight." His painfully stupid voice says from your doorway, and angered you turn around swiftly in your chair to face him. You narrow your eyes and make sure as hell you look intimidating, although it doesn't seem to bother him as he's getting used to your daily death glares.
"What?" You snap. Ampora is Sollux's popular as fuck boyfriend, who doesn't take kindly to you at all. Your side starts to hurt from where he pushed you down yesterday and started to kick you, the pain you felt in that moment rushing back to you but you force it away. You're absolutely not going to cry in front of this asshole.
"Are you deaf?" He questions, although he knows the answer. Just trying to get a reaction out of you, and he sure as hell will if he stays in your .room for another moment longer. His presence annoys you enough, him actually speaking to you is Hell by itself.
"He is not coming over." You tell him firmly, showing your authority over him which you actually don't have, but you pretend you do, it makes you feel important. 3,2,1, and there's that eye roll again. He probably thinks you're acting like some immature child with a grudge, but no, you're only looking out for your well-being.
"I know you have a problem with him-" He starts, and you jump right in and cut him off to correct him.
"Slow the fuck down. I do not have a problem with Ampora's preppy ass. But, Ampora's preppy ass appears to have a grand problem with my simple existence on this ungodly planet over the past month so it's your fuck buddy with the problem!" Sollux springs forward in rage and grabs you by the collar of your shirt, yanking you off the chair, and now your feet aren't even touching the ground as he lifts you to his height. Wrong choice of words, you dumbass, you set him off again.
"He ith my boyfriend, you athhole! My boyfriend!" He shouts, features twisted to show his anger. He uses his free hand to slap you across the face, forcing your head to the side. Realizing what he has done, he lets you drop to your feet, and you start taking a few steps back, your hand rising to cover your stinging cheek. "Thhit, KK, I'm thorry,"He takes a step towards and you panic, stepping back to put more distance between you and Sollux.
"Get out." You order, watching him with wide eyes, as he then sighs, stepping towards you once again. He takes another step and you take one backwards, your back hitting the wall. You curse, but don't take your eyes off of him.
"Karkat," He starts, for once using your full name. You sink down to the floor as he nears you, tears starting to well up in your eyes. He is going to hurt you, you repeat in your mind, he's going to hurt you.
"Get out!" You repeat a little louder this time as he stops in front of you. A tear rolls down your cheek and you slap it away, the words don't show weakness when he hits you pushing out all the thoughts in your mind and that's all you think about.
He kneels down in front of you and you whimper, pulling your knees to your chest and putting your head down on them, crying. So much for being strong, you pathetic asshole, your brain scoffs at you, but you gave up caring.
"Te amo," he whispers. You don't know what it means, nor do you care.
"Fuck off!" You growl, though it comes out week. He stills gets up and leaves.
Leaving you in a sobbing mess.