Hi, guys! So, this is a little idea that has been floating around in my head, and I felt like I should get you guys' opinion on it. I'll still be doing Something Hidden, by the way. :D SO you should review it and tell me what you think!
Chapter One
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS. You are TWENTY YEARS OLD. You attend SAVANNAH COLLEGE OF ART AND DESIGN. Your best friend is SOLLUX CAPTOR. You are in the DIGITAL GRAPHICS DEPARTMENT, and have quite a knack for GRAPHIC DESIGN. You would like to become an AUTOMOBILE DESIGNER, and want to be the best of the best. You have a part-time job at the STARBUCKS on the campus. You have a passion for RIDICULOUSLY SAPPY ROMANCE MOVIES. You live in a ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT, and you share it with JOHN EGBERT, who is a complete and utter FUCKASS. You are a NOTORIOUS ASSHOLE.
Karkat sat on his bed, his knees tucked up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, his phone in his hand. He had pulled his sweatshirt over his toes, and the cold that leaked in from the window chilled his spine, making him hug in his knees tighter. He pushed his legs out of their fabric cocoon, forcing himself up to go and close the window. He shuffled over to the other side of the room, pushing his hands down into his university jacket's pockets. He pulled his hands out of their haven, to be chilled with the pricking needles of December that he so desperately hated. He pulled the pane of the window down, locking the hinge on the side. He began to walk away, but stopped to hear someone yelling at the foot of the building. He peered down at the ground, to see to figures fighting over what seemed to be a sketchbook. The slightly smaller figure was then pushed away, and the larger ran away with the book. Karkat raised a brow, and grabbed his scarf that Kanaya had specially made for him off of the foot of the bed. He slipped his red converse on each small foot, and walked out of the apartment door at a rather fast pace. Why was he so worried about a stranger? Maybe his mom was right when she said he had a soft side. It seemed like hours waiting for the elevator to arrive, and he lost his patience. He looked for the door that had exit written on it, with a little stick man running down some stairs. He tripped over his own feet, but managed to get to the door to swing it open. He darted down the stairs, almost falling on his face four times. He reached the end of them, muttering things like 'thank god' and 'took long enough.' He rested his hands on his knees, hunching over to catch his breath. He burst out the second door that led to the lobby, and almost knocked over a few plants. He looked to his left, and the concierge was giving him a quite displeased look. All he could think to do was give her a faint smile and continue running. He pushed the revolving door quite hard as he saw the boy on his hands and knees, tears falling from his face. He walked over to him, and towered over him.
"Hey. Are you alright?" he asked holding out a hand for him to grab. The boy looked up, his purple-hued eyes glassy.
"Y-yeah... I'm alright..."
Wow. The guy had a fucking serious British accent. Really thick. But it sounded pretty cool. He got on one knee, pushing on it with a hand to get some leverage to stand up, and then taking Karkat's hand to guide him up the rest of the way. Holy shit. The guy must've been 6 feet tall. He made 5-foot-tall Karkat look like an ant. How did he mistake this guy as small?
"The fuckin' douche took my sketchbook." he wrapped his fingers in his black hair, slicking back his bright purple bangs. "W-what in the bloody hell am I supposed to now-w?" Alright. So the guy stutters with his w's. Cool.
"Art assignment?" Karkat asked, twitching his head towards the door. The boy followed him closely, bumping into him in the revolving door. After about 10 minutes of difficulties of being stuck, they finally got out, and started to walk through the lobby.
"This place is a little... second-rate, huh?" he said, marveling at the lack of fancy wallpaper and chandeliers. Karkat gave an aggravated sigh, pressing the button on the elevator. 'If only it came this fucking fast last time,' he thought, dragging the rich guy into the elevator. He watched the elevator flash the floor numbers until it reached floor 9. He stepped out, motioning at the boy to walk out with him. They wandered in the hallways, and for a second, Karkat got lost. It wasn't an uncommon thing. He finally found his room number, sixty-nine-B, and jabbed the key into the lock. He heard a chuckle from behind him, and turned around only to see the boy muffling his laughs with his hand.
"I-I'm sorry. It's just- your room number. Hahahah!" He doubled over laughing, and received a punch in the shoulder. Karkat twisted the key in the lock, removing it and turning the knob. He opened the door, throwing his shoes off and tossing the scarf on the bed. He motioned his hand towards the bed, and walked over to the stove. It was all one big open space. No walls. Except for the bedroom that he and John never used. And of course the bathroom.
"You can sit down. No need to be so fucking uptight." He told the boy, and with that he sat down, removing his own scarf and sitting Indian-style on the edge of the bed.
"So what's your name?" Karkat asked, rummaging through the cabinets in search of something to eat. John always bought that Japanese shit. Ramen, or something like that. While it was really good, Karkat wasn't about to hear that little rich prick complain about the lacking quality of the food. He was surprised that he hadn't said anything about the apartment yet.
"Eridan. Eridan Ampora." The boy said, having an uncanny resemblance to James Bond. "How about you?"
"Karkat Vantas. It's a pleasure." he said, putting a hand up in the air while taking out a pot. He tried to light the stove, but it kept burning out. It eventually filled the room with the smell of gas.
"W-why can't you just use a lighter?" Eridan asked, raising a brow and smirking. Karkat's face turned read and steam was practically blowing out of his ears.
"Well don't you just know everything? Thank you, asshole, for making me feel like a total dickhead." Eridan bit his lip, desperately trying to hold back a chuckle that would send Karkat off.
Karkat looked over his shoulder, his eyes even a deeper red than before. "Are you fucking laughing? God you are so fucking lucky that I'm a nice person. Or I would've so kicked your rich ass out of here by now!" He resembled that of a hungry wolverine at that point, slamming a wooden spoon on the floor.
"Heheh. Wow, Kar. Quite the temper you have." he said, wagging a finger. Karkat looked at him like he was the absolute most ignorant life form ever to exist on the face of the earth., and then shook his head, turning back to the stove.
"What's with the fucking pet name?" he grumbled, looking to the side so he could see Eridan in the corner of his eye. "Oh, I do that with everyone. It's not out of the ordinary." Karkat looked down at the stove, still grumbling, "Well mine sounds like a fucking motor vehicle."
"Is your roommate by any chance John Egbert?" he asked, leaning towards Karkat with a curious expression. Karkat slowly turned around to face Eridan, his eyes widened. "Actually... Yeah. He his. How the fuck would you know?"
Eridan chuckled. He apparently liked the fact that he could confuse Karkat so easily. "We're in the same department. And he's always talkin' about he has an asshole roommate." Karkat relaxed a bit, just glad that the guy wasn't a stalker or some shit. He finished what he was cooking, chicken alfredo, or at least that's what he called it. He grabbed a few paper bowls out of the cabinet to his right, separating the meal evenly amongst the two. Looking at the bowls, the food looked like absolute shit. Didn't even look earthly. He tossed both bowls into the garbage can without Eridan noticing him. Now. Something to stall..."Do you like coffee?" he asked, rummaging around for the miniature coffee pot that his mom had given him as a house-warming gift. Well, that's what she said it was.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I do." Eridan replied, knocked out of the daze that he was in before. Karkat finally found the filters, but was still in search of the coffee maker and the actual coffee. He felt a bag of something buried deep beneath the dishes. Sure enough, there was the coffee. If only he could find the fucking coffee maker. He cursed under his breath, struggling to find it. Eridan giggled at the sight. "Hav-vin' a little trouble there?' he asked, walking over to assist him. So he stuttered with his v's too, eh? Good to know. He felt Eridan reach over to him, and to his horror, Eridan had the coffee pot in his hand.
"Kar. You are such a dumbass. It w-was right there." He was pointing to a spot to the right of the stove, where Karkat kept the thing.
"Shut. The fuck. Up." he said, snatching the pot from Eridan as he prepared it.
"How do you like it?" he asked, still too steamed to look at him directly. "Your coffee, I mean."
"Two creams, one sugar." he replied, his eyes wandering around the small apartment once again.
"Well I don't have any fucking sugar. You're just getting cream. " Karkat finished the pot of coffee and poured it onto two mugs that were set aside earlier. He searched the refrigerator for cream, finding it and pouring it into Eridan's coffee. He picked the two mugs up. "Here, asshole." He handed it to him, sitting down beside him, staring at the steam rising from the mug. He crossed his legs, taking a sip from his coffee. "So. What are you majoring in?" he asked, wiggling his toes.
"Human studies. Anatomy. Thin's like that. There w-was a pretty big assignment that that guy took form me. He's been makin' me do his w-work so he w-would graduate. Fuckin' immature douche."
"Woah. I'm sorry, man." Karkat said, putting his hand on Eridan's shoulder, actually feeling pretty sorry for the guy.
"Oh, that's alright. It'll only take me a couple of hours to sketch another one. But how-w about you? W-what do you major in?"
"Graphic design. Not a big deal though. The class is huge. " he said, scratching the back of his head, a bit embarrassed about it. "W-well you'v-ve got quite a knack for it." he said, pointing to some of Karkat's sketches on the wall. "Fuck I can't do anythin' that would fuckin' compare to that. You'v-ve got some serious fuckin' talent."
"Thanks. I bet you do too." Karkat was fucking blushing now. He thought his work was absolute shit. But apparently not. He had gulped down his coffee in that small amount of time, and he had a hard time sitting still. Just when he was about to go absolutely crazy from sitting still, he heard a knock on the door. He sprung up, and did a little jog to the door to answer it. He looked through the peep-hole, to see a big-headed John, waiting with his arms full of groceries. He pushed an eye against the glass. "Come on, Karkat! Let me in! These are heavy!" He leaned against the door, whining to his friend. Karkat pulled the door open, letting John somewhat fall in. He helped him pick up the fallen groceries. Well, somewhat helped him. John shot up, finally noticing the presence of Eridan on their bed. "Oh, hiya, Eridan! So you finally met Karkat, huh?" John leapt forward and gave Eridan a hug, nearly suffocating him with derp. "Hey, John. Yeah. He really helped me out. You're lucky man." he said, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. "Hehe! Yeah! I am pretty lucky to have Karkat as a roomie!" John gave a toothy grin, and went to put the groceries away.
"What are all the fucking groceries for?" Karkat asked, digging through them on the counter. "I thought I would make something special tonight!" John's smile almost looked fake now. Karkat scowled at him, and responded in the most hostile way possible, "What's so fucking special about today? We didn't win the lottery, and you didn't get a girlfriend, so why are we eating decent food?" John squinted his eyes, giving Karkat a good slap on the back. "Because I got an A on my assignment! I finally turned something in early!" He seemed quite proud of his accomplishment. Eridan stood up, beginning to rummage through the groceries with them. "W-what were you plannin' on makin'?" John looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Umm- I'm not exactly sure. I just grabbed everything that looked yummy!"
"Hmm. Would you mind if I called a friend? She's absolutely superb at cooking, and she can make anythin'." John looked at him in awe, mostly for his kindness. "Sure! If she can do it, go for it!" Eridan gave a light smirk and flipped out his phone, and dialed seemingly endless numbers into it before lifting it up to his ear. "Fef?...I have fav-or to ask you...Yeah. How-w'd you know-w?...Alright...It's the apartment complex across from the painting department, ninth floor, room sixty-nine-B...Yeah...Bye." He put it in his back pocket, looking at the two boys. "We're all set. She'll be over any minute now." Karkat scratched the light stubble that had developed under his chin, and ran to plop down on the bed. "You guys let me know when she gets here." He plugged in his headphones to his iPod, and was strewn across the bed every which way. He started to doze off, and before they knew it, John and Eridan were stuck with a grumpy, sleeping asshole in apartment sixty-nine-B, awaiting the girl who would make their 'special' dinner.
