EDIT: 2017: Ok, so I have been dragging this fanfic out and made some pretty gross jokes here in the AN section so I'm going to be giving this series a PROPER editing/make-over. This is not the reason the fanfic is on pause though. It's on pause because I'm a lazy peace of shit who thought it easier to update once a year (WHICH I am trying to NOT do now because I'm also a lazy piece of shit who re-read Homestuck when she fucking should not have done so). SO yeah. Redoing the whole first few chapters because they fucking suck.
Start
Sitting in your bedroom on the ninth floor of an apartment building, was most definitely not the most entertaining thing you've ever done. Sure, you've been more bored than you currently are, but this is a certain type of boredom. It's that type where you sit in silence and wait; you just wait for something to happen. Even a simple phone call to break the eerie silence would be like a gift from God. A phone call from God. At close to midnight.
You snort, you're an atheist; you don't believe in religion, you merely thought of it as a phone call from God because it sounded funny! You were the type of teenager who locked themselves in their room and thought of merging a hammer with a Pogo ride!
Now that would be site to behold.
But you don't have a hammer. Nor a Pogo ride. Wow, man that sucks.
You cross your legs and look out the window and down to the street below. You see happy couples hugging and kissing; it revolts you. You don't believe in love! Especially not at first sight.
You sigh and rub your face with your hands before you suddenly figure out an amazing way for you to get rid of your boredom. You open the window and stick your head out. You gather spit up in your mouth and aim at a young couple making out on a side bench below your apartment building.
You watch as the little ball of hell falls all nine floors, almost like it was in slow motion, before coming to a sticky end right in the middle of the faces of the couple currently making out.
You sigh again, you expected a large reaction out of them, but they didn't even notice! What a bummer.
You lie down on your bed and look up at your ceiling. It's covered in sweet posters. You smile a little. Suddenly, a sharp ringing sound breaks the silence, and you sit up rather quickly. You wonder what on earth it could be, but then you remember.
You do have a doorbell. You've just never used it since you moved into this apartment with your father. Oh boy...you sure hated your father, in a normal teenage kind of way. I mean, your dad was alright, but his obsessions were driving you through the roof. You'd care to not explain this just yet...
You drag yourself out of bed, you don't care that you're not wearing a shirt, It's your home, you can do what you like! Well...sometimes.
Your doorbell continuously lets out a shrill chiming, and it's driving you insane.
Grumbling and muttering curses under your breath, you wrench the door open to reveal a messy haired boy in a grey sweater.
You stare at him for a moment before coming to the conclusion you have no idea who the fuck he is. He just stares right back at you.
"Who the fuck are you?" The grey sweater boy snaps.
"Santa Claus." You reply sarcastically. He scowls at you.
"Fuck you, nerd boy." He growled. "Who are you really? Where's Terezi? Where's everybody?"
You frown. You don't know who he's talking about.
"Who?" You reply.
"The residents of this apartment, obviously, Fucknuts." He spat.
"Sorry buddy, wrong apartment." You tell him, you feel like slamming the door in his face.
He glares at you. "Listen here, fuckass, my cousin lives here. I know where she lives! I've been here before. Now tell me; where the fuck is everyone?!"
You sigh. "How long ago did you visit here? Because I just moved here. About 2 years ago, actually." You say tiredly.
He pauses. "What? Really? So... they don't live here anymore? Where are they now?"
"I don't know. But I heard from my dad that the residents who used to live here found a home at some outback place called Jyndabyne."
"Fucking Jyndabyne?! All the way out there!? That's like... I don't even know! AGES away! YEARS POSSIBLY!" He yells. You want to tell him it's only 6 hours, but he doesn't look like the kind of person to listen to anyone.
A sudden thought comes to you; where are this boys parents? He looks not much younger than you, well unless he was just short for his age then that would explain a whole bunch of stuff. You decide he's underage and start to question him on the matter.
"Oh, how old are you anyway? Where are your parents?" You ask him.
He glares at you again, before mumbling that it is 'None of your fucking business' and starts to walk away.
That was when you realise something. He's a runaway. He's gone and done exactly what you've been planning to do your whole life. Whether you planned it for kicks or planned it for real, it was on your bucket list as a rebellious teen.
"You're a runaway, aren't you?" You say smugly. He stops mid-stride and turns to you slowly, in an almost comical way.
"What makes you say that, fucknuts?" He grinds through his teeth. You smirk at him through your glasses, feeling like a movie star about to roast the villain.
"Well for one, your clothes are rumpled and dirty, your hair is unwashed, and you smell like a trash can. You claim to be visiting relatives but you only appear-" You lean to the side to look behind the boy "-to have a very small travel bag." You cross your arms in your moment of victory as the boy sighs and his shoulders slump.
"I...don't want to talk about it right now. It's not something I care to remember any time soon. Anyway, I have to go now. Find somewhere to stay." He turns to go again, but you decide that you're done teasing him now, it's time for you to act your age and help at least one person before you kick the bucket.
That was also something on your bucket list.
In a moment of irrational thinking, you leap forward and grab his shoulder. "Youcanstayhere!" You say quickly. He looks back at you in confusion.
"What?" He asks.
"You can stay here. At my place. Until you're ready to go do whatever is you need to do." You tell him.
He smirks. "Have my good looks gotten to you already?" he says jokingly.
You frown at him. "Um no? Dude...I'm not a homosexual." You say. You admit he has nice eyes. But that's it. You swear that's all it is.
"Whatever. Thanks for letting me stay...fuckass." He adds as an after thought. He turns around and walks into your house, you stand to the side to allow him through the doorway.
Are you really that dumb? You just let a complete stranger, who is rude and a runaway, into your house to stay as long as he wanted. You wonder if you've caught some form of mind mushing disease.
Shutting the door behind yourself, you walk over to your couch and flop down on to the soft brown leather. Your limbs are sprawled all over the smooth surface. Your guest walks over and dumps his travel bag in front of you.
"What do I do with my shit?" He asks. You sigh and stand back up. "Follow me, we'll dump it in my room." You mumble.
You and the boy walk down the small hallway of your father's apartment, and to the very last door. Lazily sliding the door open, you walk inside and point to a corner of your room that appears to be completely barren apart from a few shitty movie posters. Although they're not shitty to you.
"Dump your stuff there and I'll go and get the camping bed." You tell him. You then proceed to walk towards the cupboard at the opposite side of your room.
You rip the double doors open and and pull everything out. You search through all the clothing and blankets in the pile on the floor. Finding that one item your were searching for, you dust it off and set it down in the corner of your room for the boy to sleep on.
Then it hits you. Hits you like rain after school; dry all day with cloudy skies, and as soon as that darned bell goes it all comes pouring down.
You didn't ask this young mans name!
As you set up the camper bed, you decide to ask the well awaited question.
"Hey, I forgot to ask; what's your name?" You ask him.
"My name? What do you want to know my name for?" He replies rudely. You turn to him, one hand on your hip. You think you might look a bit like a girl, so you remove your hand.
"I'm letting you stay here as long as you want, so I've gotta know your name. Besides, we won't be here for longer than a day or two anyway." You say to him.
He frowns. "My name is Karkat. But...what do you mean 'we'? Are you going somewhere?"
You shrug. "Yeah, I guess. I was going to be running away eventually anyway, and now you're here I figured I'll go with you. Besides, two's better than one, right? Oh and nice name by the way. Mines John." You hold out your hand for Karkat to shake, but he just stares at you dumbly.
"First of all, what the fuck? What're you running away for!? Secondly, no you may not come with me. Thirdly, you talk way to much, and I don't give a shit about your name...and thanks for not giving me shit about my name." Karkat replies to you.
You give him a smile before standing up and walking over to your bed. You flop yourself down and turn on the little mini-fan beside your bed on your bedside table.
"Make yourself comfortable. It's already almost one in the morning. Get some sleep, and sleep in. We've got a boring day ahead of us tomorrow. Absolutely nothing to do, and probably not a good idea for you to go outside since you're a runaway after all." You mumble. You'd rather get to know him before you go off gallivanting about the world.
You hear Karkat sigh and climb into his camper bed. "What'll we do tomorrow anyway? Since it's apparent we're not leaving the apartment just yet?" You hear Karkat ask you.
You turn over in bed and shut your eyes before answering him. "Probably just watch some awesome movies." You reply.
"Oh ok..." You hear him grumble before the both of you fall asleep.
You fell asleep with the feeling that this boy would change your life forever. For better or worse you could not tell.
End
Well, there it is.
Edited: 25th March 2017