"What's the bullshit, John?" Karkat grumbles, staring at the wrapper of a piece of candy.
"It's chocolate, Karkat!" John giggles, "It's called a Hershey's kiss, you have to kiss the person who gives you one."
"What the fuck are you pulling me into, this is a piece of fucking chocolate. People do not kiss over chocolate, unless it's like, fucking, Rose and Kanaya. Bitches can't get enough of each other."
"At least try to be a little culturally sensitive," John whines, "I try when it comes to buckets! Plus, I am not a homosexual."
Karkat blushes and puts the kiss in his mouth.
"Come on, kiss me, fuckass!" John teases and climbs on top of Karkat, "He-he, do it."
Karkat licks John's lips. They taste sweet, he thinks, I want to kiss him. Fuck.
"Hurryy," John giggles and presses his lips against Karkat's. He could've sworn he got some tongue.
"You got your kiss, get off of me." Karkat sighs, "Egbert, do it. I mean it!"
"Nopenopenopenope." John gives Karkat another Hershey's kiss, and kisses him again. He couldn't believe his trick worked; kisses for candy. He was a genius.
He was just about to hand Karkat another Hershey's kiss, but Dave walked in.
"Uh, hey, guys." He stares at John on top of Karkat and chuckles, "TZ will be hearing about this."
"Hell no, fuckass, save me from the public fucking embarrassment. Really." Karkat pushes John off of him, and John starts to cry.
"Wow, Karkat, I didn't know you really felt that way. Take off your wife beater next time you want to talk to me, if ever. Asshole."
John runs somewhere and Dave looks at Karkat.
"Bro, you just fucked up." Dave shrugs and walks off in the direction John ran. "Catch ya later." He winks like the cool kid he is, which pisses off Karkat even more.