A boy was seated at an old picnic table, it was covered in webs and dirt. It definitely wasn't an ideal
workspace, but he figured that working in nature would help him think. It didn't help, honestly, but it
smelled nice around here, and it was better than being in his rut of a home. He picked up his pencil and began to write.
"The air was hot and sticky, unnaturally boiling with heat, and-"
Karkat shook his head in frustration, and erased it aggressively, tearing the paper. He growled and threw his notebook on the ground and raised a foot up to stomp on it. He hesitated for a moment, it was brand new, and it was expensive, but that wasn't really going to help him get through his writer's block.
Oh, wait. He didn't have writer's block. He just sucked at writing.
"For God's sake," He thought out loud, "I have so many ideas. This should be easy, damn it!"
He looked at his notebook, wishing his story would just write itself. Of course, that was impossible. If it was, he'd have his own television series, adoring fans, and probably millions of dollars. All the things he would have if he just had writing skills. How was he supposed to direct a hit romantic comedy show now? He can't even let his ideas out! He picked up the book, and turned to a blank page, which just happened to be the very first one. It was torn in the middle and looked as if someone peppered it with eraser shavings. He gripped his pencil hard and pointed it at the paper. He already had characters fleshed out, and their relationships, and their back story, and everything! He just couldn't put it together.
"Ugh, How do they do it?" He turned his head to look at his school, hoping that maybe he'd see something that would inspire him.
It was a public high school. Not that he couldn't get into any of those high rated ones, he did get relatively good grades, but because he wanted to create a romance story that would outshine all the others. It was a pretty lame goal, but he needed all the time he could have to perfect his story. There was nothing to perfect, unfortunately. He didn't have a story. Everything, except a story, he had. He didn't focus on the fact that he was a terrible writer, he knew that he would never be able to write a good story if he didn't have faith in himself. He'd read all the inspirational quotes he could to motivate him. All he got out of them was that he was never going to become a good writer if he didn't write a lot, and that was enough.
Talking to himself wasn't going to help. He considered getting a friend to help him out. Now, which of his friends were good at writing? Rose, of course. She wrote wizard fan fiction and all that. But he had too much pride to ask a girl like her for advice. She always said she could proof read his works, but she'd just laugh at them. Kanaya, maybe. She's probably on the top of your candidates list. But could she really help you out with a serious romance story? She might implement all her vampire ideas and tell you to make them sleep in coffins and turn into werewolves at night or something. You didn't want that. His thoughts were going everywhere, but then something interrupted him.
"Heeeeeeeey, Karkat." An annoying voice came from behind him.
He turned and faced one of the many people he did not want to see at the moment, or any moment, honestly. The girl sat beside him and smiled. Vriska Serket, was a girl who, Karkat Vantas, didn't want to get involved with, at all.
"Shit, it's you." Karkat glared at her.
"Oh, come on, Karkat! You can't be too sad about seeing me." She winked, and grinned wickedly.
"Sorry, but I am a bit sad that I'm talking to a maniac who has a spider complex."
She automatically dropped her smile and sneered. "It's not a complex, you fuckhead. Spiders are cool as hell. Way cooler than dweebs like you. Waaaaaaaay cooler." She chuckled.
He sighed. "Okay, what the fuck do you want? I have better things to do than be near you at the moment."
"Better things? From what I saw all you were doing was picking your nose with that pencil and stepping on that notebook. On that matter, I wonder what's inside?" She quickly grabbed for it, and he was too slow to catch her.
"Ah! Fuck! God damn it! God damn you, Vriska, God damn you and your unhealthy obsession with spiders and being an intolerable bitch!" He tried getting it back, but it looked like he was just flailing his arms around her. "Spider bitch! You're spider bitch, Serket!" He was not in the mood.
"Jeez, Vantas. Grow a pair, would you? YOU'RE the intolerable one here. I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't think you were so reserved!" She shot back, while going through the endless amount of blank pages, why did he have to get such a big notebook?
"You wanted to talk to me, huh? What's that about? What would Mrs. Totally Popular want with a guy like me? How are you even popular? You're as appealing as high grade steak to a vegetarian."
He hated her, not as much as to wish that she'd be caught in a hit and run accident, but to not cry at her funeral.
"Aw, Karkat. Do you want to be popular? Is that what your asking? That's so cute." Her cobalt eyes twinkled.
He hated her teasing, so much.
"No. The amount of hatred I'd have for being grouped with a bunch of insecure, popular douchebags is formidable. "
"Karkat, I know you hate being grouped with the nerds just as much. At the very bottom of the social status pyramid. I mean, I would! I can almost understand you." She smiled as if she knew everything about him.
"You don't understand me, Vriska. You haven't even scratched the surface of being able to comprehend the colossal clutter of grief that is I. And it doesn't involve any form of melancholy either, so don't go thinking that I need to go see a fucking doctor." His fists tightened and he silently mumbled about how he'd be on the football team before someone like her could understand him.
"I said, almost, you moron. Everyone else is so easy to read, so forward, so predictable. But you? Don't get me started on how indecipherable you are. Always acting like you're so great. What's it reaaaaaaaally like in the nut sized brain of Mr. Vantas here?"
Vriska focused on his face. His shaggy black hair, his eyes were so brown they almost looked red, and he had a lot of bags. He looked like he hadn't slept in years. He was snarling, so she could see his imperfect teeth. Some crooked, some sharp ones. He was wearing a black t-shirt and worn grey jeans. Not exactly the best outfit, for someone who was friends with the great, fashionable Kanaya. Maryam. She thought he was adorable, but kind of impossible to befriend.
On the other hand, Karkat also examined Vriska, to see if she was trying to manipulate him. It was in her nature of being a huge bitch. She looked like a stereotypical one too. She had long and straightened way too much, light blonde hair, that went down past her butt, and was streaked with blue, the same blue as her eyes. Her bangs were pushed to the side, and they were long enough to partially cover her eyes. She had glasses, which were aviator shaped and white framed. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, and if she did, it was blue. Blue lipstick, blue eyeliner. She wore a light pink shirt with the head of spiderman in the middle, and it's sleeves went a little past her elbow. She had skin tight jeans, that were probably kids sized. Although she was unbearable and generally a bad person, he didn't deny that she was pretty fucking attractive.
"Obviously, it's none of your business. It's nobody's business. Piss off. " He broke the short silence.
"I'm sure there's one person who you'd like to jam about feelings with." She paused, then broke an unpleasant smile. "I sure wish that was me! You are way more interesting than some people around here. Maybe it is me? If it isn't, maybe I could change that!"
"Uh, fuck no. I didn't even want to talk to you in the first place. What makes you think you can convince me to talk about shit like that with you?"
"Because, Karkat, have you forgotten about my ways of getting what I want? It's not just about my methods, I have luck. All of the luck."
"Fuck you, Vriska. And by the way, I think I now fully apprehend why people hate you so much."
He snatched the notebook since she was distracted. She smiled a bit and clapped mockingly.
"Good job." She checked her plastic watch with spider designs on it. It wasn't even adjusted correctly, it
read 12:00.
"Well, Vantas, looks like I got some business to take care of. I always have business to take care of. So busy, so busy! It's shame I can't talk to you longer, not! Hahahaha. It was fun messing with you. Maybe I'll do it again sometime."
She almost got a kiss on his cheek, but he pushed her away.
"That watch isn't even the right time." He murmured as she walked away.
"See ya later, Vantasshole!" She laughed.
"That was so forced. I think I'm going to hurl because of how bad that was. That insult couldn't even burn the nicest piece of wood, even ones that were designed for being burnt. Disgusting." He called out as he picked up his belongings and stuffed them into his backpack.
Damn, if he didn't spend so much time talking to her, he might've done something productive. He groaned as he slung it onto his shoulder and went the opposite direction she went, it was the way to his house, anyway.
After a long walk and several ten minute waits at stop signs, he made it home. And by then, he concluded he didn't want anything to do with her anymore, but this time, he knew he couldn't just shoo her away.
ugh it's pretty short for a first chap but i'll work harder
anyway yeah this is for a pretty unpopular pairing so i dont expect a lot but it's very appreciated
uvu
