You're name is Dave Strider and you are reminiscing. You are laying in your bed at your parents' house, your soon-to-be husband curled up beside you. You think back to how exactly you two came to be.
It was sophomore year, third period, geography class with Mrs. Wilson. You are leaning back in your chair, your hood of your jacket laying on the desk behind you. The kid behind you was quiet, but always walked in with a look of 'just got screwed over' on his face. He didn't say much, but when he did, he was usually sarcastic.
He was friends with your friend Terezi, that much you did know. And he had a boyfriend, though the nature of that relationship, you didn't know.
Anyway, you're in class, tapping your pen against your desk, when you felt something tug at your hood. You turned your head best you could to see the kid behind you using it as a pillow.
"Uh, dude?" You poked him with the end of your pen.
"Don't tell anyone I'm taking a nap in class and I won't tell anyone about how you cheated on the quiz last week." He replies, sounding irritated.
"Fair game, man." You turn around quickly, not wanting anyone to know about that.
And that's how it started. He would take naps in class and you would cover for him. Sometimes when he was actually awake during class, you guys would pass notes between each other, usually making fun of the teacher. Sometimes you guys would share a snack or something like that, thought that usually got you two into trouble.
In geography, you two were the dynamic duo. Getting into trouble was your pass time, paying attention to class came second.
At one point, Terezi began inviting him along. Her boyfriend, Gamzee, was best friends with the kid, who you later learned was named Karkat, and he wanted him to feel included.
Terezi often poked fun of him and his boyfriend, though you never met the guy and Karkat usually avoided talking about him. As much as you wanted to ask, you decided not to.
It wasn't until mid-November that Karkat would begin opening up to you. It was four o'clock that night and you were sitting on the couch with your dad, helping with the kids, who just wouldn't sit still.
"John, no, you need to keep your glasses on, like me." You smile, tapping the frames of your shades. John pouted and threw the frames across the room. He and Jade had just gotten glasses and were not adjusting well to them. Rose crawled over to them and began gnawing on them.
"Don't fret about it, David, he'll get used to them eventually." Jake sighed, tying Jade's hair in to braids. You roll your eyes and pick the three year old up. You carry him into the kitchen and get some cheerios out of the pantry. You had him a bowl full of them then set him back down.
You are just about the get your own snack when there is a knock at the door. You know this knock; You, Gamzee, and Terezi had set it up over the summer.
"I got it." You head for the door, checking the peep-hole before opening it. You didn't see anyone at first, then again, Karkat is much shorter than you.
"Hey...got a minute?" He's staring at the welcome mat, trying to kick some dirt off of his shoes.
"Um, yeah, want to come in?"
"Can we talk, um, alone..." Now you were really concerned, the only friend you know that stutters like that is Tavros, and he's always a nervous wreck.
You nod to Jake before stepping outside, closing the door, "Karkat, what's wrong."
His knees buckle and you have to drive you have to dive to catch him. He's shivering and crying now, clinging to the sleeves of your shirt.
"S-sol-lux..." He chokes out, sobbing now.
"Sollux...You mean that dick?" You ask, you knew Sollux. He was a stupid bastard, the kind you just want to be the hell out of.
"My...b-boyfriend." He clarifies the relationship for you; you mouth hangs open a bit. So, this is why he never talked about his boyfriend.
By now, a few of your neighbors are beginning to lean out their doors, seeing what was going on. You look up and hear crying coming from your own house.
Perfect. The twins were fighting and Rose was crying. That would be enough cover for your to get Karkat to your room. You slide back into the house as quietly as possible, throwing Karkat in first before closing the door behind you two.
"What about Sollux?" You sit the boy down on your bed, watching him curl up in a ball.
"H-he, r-ra-." He began crying again.
"Karkat, please...I can't help me if you don't tell me what's going on."
You let him cry a few more minutes before trying again.
Karkat and Sollux met in eighth grade. They were both loners, didn't talk to anyone besides each other. They began dating, which lead to Karkat moving in with him and that's when Sollux began to change. He began ignoring Karkat and apparently cheated once or twice He was sexually and mentally abusive now, and Karkat began losing sleep because of it, that's why he kept taking naps in class.
Tonight, he went over the edge, going as far as actually raping Karkat. Once Karkat said it was over, he threatened to kill him.
"Why did you come to me? Why not Gamzee?" You knew they were best friends.
"Gamzee w-would kill him!"
"That's the point."
"I-I don't need my best friend in jail, Dave!" he shivered more. You sigh out slowly.
"Karkat...Stay here tonight."
He looks up at you to make sure you are being serious, then tackles you in a hug.
And this was a start to a very protective friendship.
A/N: Ooooh, the something stages of DaveKat. THANKS FOR READING!
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