You are John Egbert, and boy oh boy, was your boyfriend angry at you.

You watched as your boyfriend replace his regular tongue piercing with the sterling silver piece, twirling the ball into place. Dave turned around and gave you a defiant look, switching out the balls on his eyebrow piercing for, again, sterling silver ones. He replaced every piece of jewelry he had on himself with the silver. His lip piercing, hip piercings, plugs, bracelets, necklaces; all were subjected to the change. All John could do was stare in dismay. "Babe..."

He ignored your plea, and walked past you, flopping onto the couch.

"Please, can we talk?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, Egbert. You pissed me off. Now you pay the price."

"C'om, I didn't mean to piss you off..."

"You still fuckin did it, bro." His southern accent snuck through, and he glared at you through his shades, daring you to bring it up. You kept quiet, staying a fair distance away from your platinum blonde lover. You didn't understand why he was so angry at you.

So you moved around the furniture while he was gone, by a couple of inches, just enough for him to bump into them, but not make it look different. So you may have thrown a small party while he was away and accidentally on purpose kissed Vantas while you were drunk. So what? It's not like he wouldn't have done the same if he was given the chance.

"I said I was sorry," you sighed, sitting crosslegged in midair. You were barely clothed, in your boxers, comfortable. You ran your hand through your hair, watching him. "Why can't you accept my apology and move on? I didn't mean to, I promise."

"Fuck off," Dave grumbled, flipping the channel on the television. "You're worse than Lalonde when she's drunk and trust me when I met up with her before her date with Kanaya, she was a fucking wreck."

"I'm not that bad, Dave." You narrowed your eyes a little, getting a little angry yourself. "But fine, whatever floats your boat, man. I'll leave you the fuck alone, have a nice night."

You dropped to the ground, landing perfectly on your feet. You walked upstairs and into the room you shared with Dave. You pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a random ass t-shirt, most likely one of his, and a hoodie. You floated down the stairs, grabbed your wallet and keys from the marble counter in the kitchen, and left the house.

You and Dave have known each other forever. You've had a crush on him for almost as long as you've known him. He's always been the cool guy, while you've been the loser kid. When you guys finally met, something clicked between you two. You became even closer, and you know how they say if you don't get a little gay with your best friend, then you're doing it wrong? One night, you went a little overboard with the gay and kissed him, thus starting the relationship you guys share now.

You shoved your hands in your pocket and sighed, walking down the street, not daring to glance back at the house. He was really angry with you this time. I don't think it had anything to do with moving the furniture or the party,but more of what HAPPENED at the party, when you kissed Karkat. You didn't want that to happen, it sort of just... Did. You were both drunk, and the females were egging you on, aka Jane, Roxy, Jade, and Rose. So you did. It meant nothing to you, he's nothing more than a shitty friend who yells a lot.

You took your time walking to the city. You thought of all the things you could do that would maybe help him forgive you, and you came up with a couple of ideas.

You walked into a flower store, hoping maybe a flower or a bouquet of them will help. You picked out a single red rose, and write a small note.

Dave,

I know you're upset with me, and I sort of understand why. It's the kiss with

Vantas, isn't it? I'm sorry, babe. I was drunk, and people were egging us on,

so I thought, why not give them what they want? It meant nothing to me,

and if I knew that it would be this big of a problem, I wouldn't have done

it in the first place. I'm sorry, I really am. If there's anything else I did

wrong, please, tell me? I really hate being an idiot, and out of the loop on

things. Especially when the things are things I have done that have upset

you. I love you, I do. I don't upset you on purpose, I promise. I would

never do that. You should know that by now. But I'm an idiot, and things

like this are bound to happen. How's this? You pick any place, any place

at all, to go out to eat, and we go eat. Anywhere you want. It'll be your

night. We would do whatever you want, whether it be dinner and a

movie, or anything else. Forgive me, please?

- John

Okay, so maybe the letter wasn't small, but you needed to say all of it. You slid the letter into an envelope, and sealed it shut. After picking up the rose, you left the flower shop and made your way home, hoping with all your dead heart that he would forgive you. You couldn't bare to have him angry at you. Having Dave angry at you was one of the worst feelings you've ever had to handle in all your years of being alive, and dead but alive. It absolutely sucked, worse than those shitty movies you used to obsess over. You stepped up the front steps and into the house, and Dave hasn't left his seat. He glanced at you then looked away. You couldn't get close, so you set the letter down, with the rose on top of it, on the table near the couch, and went upstairs.

Let's hope this works, you thought.