"SOME GUY'S AT THE DOOR! HE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU TO WEAR SOMETHING NICE AND COME DOWN HERE!" your mom screamed at you from the steps.

"...ALRIGHT!" you scream back. The fuck, why is some guy at the door? Oh well, you didn't care. You threw on some dress lying around and pinned up your hair in some random way. 'Eh.' you thought to yourself.

You ran down to the door, surprized to see Kar (your nickname for Karkat.) standing there...in a suit. Well, he still had the cancer symbol on it. When you first met him, you thought he was some pervert because you thought it was a 69...yup. His black hair was swooped over his right eye and he was wearing black converse. Oh, that classy fucker.

"You look nice, _. Let's go." he said dragging you to the car.

"What the hell, Kar?" you said as he opened the car door for you.

"No questions, Fuckass." Ahh, there's the Karkat you know.

"Whatever," you mumbled.

He drove you to the local arcade. SO. FUCKING. CLASSY. You two did get some weird stares, considering you looked like you belonged in some fancy place.

"UGHHHHHH!" you screamed as he beat you in some stupid game...for the third time.

"...I could of let you win,"

"BUT YOU DIDN'TTTTT!"

"You didn't say you wanted to win."

"Fuckass..."

You two ate some pizza soon after, then he took you back to the car.

"Kar, why the fuck did you show up at my door and tell me to look nice and then make me go to the ar-"

You were cut off by his lips pressing yours.

"For that." He whispered as you two pulled apart.

"Oh." you managed get out.