Karkat ran to the park, knowing that's where Jade and Dave were. He needed to see them, urgently. His Gibson acoustic guitar smacked him on the back as he ran, but the pain was a motivator. He absolutely HAD to get there before they did anything.

Jade Harley was the love of his life. Every day after school, Karkat would play some rock or pop punk medley for her on his electric, Signless, but recently she was skipping out on him to see Dave Strider. That obnoxious, ironic, blond, rude, pretentious, rich motherfucker! It was very obvious that Karkat liked her, but Dave had something Karkat didn't: game. He could sweet talk a brick wall and it would go out with him. Hell, he even led Karkat on for a few weeks.

WAIT. IS HE LEADING JADE ON? OH HELL TO THE FUCK NO!

Karkat ran faster than he did in his entire life, his unathleticism and extreme dedication to his music really hindering him more than benefiting him. After following the sound of cute, high pitched laughter and that pretentious teenage bastard's voice, he found the two holding hands on a park bench. Dave was obviously enjoying himself, holding her hand and placing the other on her th- OH FUCK NO HE IS NOT PUTTING HIS HAND ON HER THIGH! I'LL KILL HIM. But first, the plan.

"JADE HARLEY! I HAVE ONE LAST SONG I WANNA SING YOU!"

The couple turned to him, Dave very pissed off that he was cockblocking him.

"Jade, you know this douchebag?"

"Yeah! He's not a douchebag, he's my friend. But shut up, he's trying to talk!"

Karkat took a deep breath, and took his guitar off his back and kept it in front of him, in a playing position. He opened his mouth, and started to sing, his hands starting to play at the exact same time.

"Am I more than you bargained for yet?

I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear!"

Karkat started to sing an acoustic version of Fall Out Boy's Sugar We're Going Down, which he knew was her favourite song. He sang each syllable extremely well, sounding like a rock and roll angel. He tapped his foot to the beat, and closing his eyes as to not make things awkward with eye contact. But the chorus is where Karkat started to get forward with his song.

"We're going down, down, in an earlier round! And Harley' we're going down swinging.

Step off of her, you ironic prick, 'cause Strider we're going down swinging!

Harley girl, I love you lots. And wish every day that you'd be mine!

So ditch this cunt, he ain't no fun, because sugar we're going down swi-"

"Karkat! I absolutely lo-" She was cut off by a kiss, and then Dave whispering something like "Let's fucking go, now."

Rain started to pour, showers coming down over the musician. Jade, who was initially smiling at Karkat's effort, was instantly shot down by Dave grabbing her arm and running her back to his apartment.

'Fucking hell, Karkat. Now look what you've gotten yourself into.' He thinks to himself. He drops his guitar and stares at it, getting soaking wet. He doesn't care . The love of his life was gone, and off with some asshole in sunglasses. But nevertheless, he finished the song to himself, just above a whisper.

"Harley girl, we should go out, I'd treat you like a disney princess!

I'd be your prince, your Flynn your man, and Harley we'd live forever after."