Karkat slammed open the door to the flower shop, making it ring a sickening jingle as he stomped in. Fucking Sollux and his need for flowers, God damn asshole couldn't even get his own without breaking into pathetically weak tears. It was disgusting. Grumbling to himself as he looked over the much too bright flowers, the short boy looked around, finding them all to be completely irritating. How was he even convinced to get them for his 'friend' anyway? Oh right, he offered to buy him tickets to that new movie coming out. Fuck him and his money.

Slowly walking around the rows of flowers, Karkat was told he was looking for violets; only problem was that he had no fucking clue what those looked like at all. How was he supposed to know different types of flowers anyway? That was just stupid. This was all stupid. Who would open a flower shop anyway? You could just pick perfectly fine flowers out in a field. Grumbling all of this to himself, Karkat almost ran head-on into another boy, slightly taller, with a very dorky smile to his face.

John, noticing that he had almost run smack into what he figured was a customer and not another homeless person looking for some water, or something like that. Though, he didn't look like a homeless person, even if he was looking very angry... which John thought was pretty cute in a very much not homosexual way.

"Hi there! Can I help you with anything?" John asked, smiling in a way that made Karkat's gut twist. No one could be that happy working in a flower shop. No one.

Yet for some reason that nerdy little voice made his heart flutter as he turned to glare up at the boy, a prominent frown fixed on his face. "Where the fuck are your violets?" Karkat hissed, narrowing his eyes at the boy, who didn't seem fazed by it at all; he just kept smiling down at him.

"Oh! Right over here, follow me!" John was soon hurrying off between some flowers, moving easily through the leaves and the blooming buds, where Karkat nearly stumbled a good few times, and was practically panting by the time they arrived at the rows upon rows of little purple flowers. More than a bit thankful that he didn't have to wander around this store that smelled sickeningly like morning dew, the angry boy grabbed the flowers and started to head to the cash without so much of a thank you... not that John minded, or at least, it didn't look like he minded; he was just still smiling that dorky grin of his.

Why was he so happy anyway? For some reason it was really bothering Karkat, it just made his glaring more intense as he ended up standing at the cash register, just staring the other young man down.

"So, uhh, cash or credit?" John was the one to finally break the silence; he was getting a little uncomfortable with all this angry staring. Did he have a big 'fuck you' written on his forehead again? God damn it, if Dave had pulled something like that again he was seriously going to kill him. Thankfully, though, Karkat seemed to snap out of it all and pulled out his wallet, paying for it in cash, and then stomping out of the store back to the house he shared with his moping roommate.

-Later that night-

It was bad enough that he actually had to go out in the morning on his day off, but now he found himself rolling about in bed, trying to get at least a minute of sleep before having to wake up and go to his almost useless low paying job the next morning. Giving a low growl into his pillow, Karkat shoved his head under it, closing his eyes tightly and trying to force sleep upon himself. It just wasn't working, however, as every time he shut his eyes he ended up seeing that stupid derp of a smile haunting his mind.

"FUCK THIS," he finally yelled, sitting up in his bed and flinging his pillow across the room; it was obvious he wasn't getting any sleep. Getting out of bed, he made his way to the shower, a little more quietly than his normal stomping around, as he didn't want to have to deal with a woken Sollux. Quickly slipping in, he turned the heat all the way up and focused on the burning feeling rather than remembering that boy's face. Why did the mere thought of him send his heart into weird skips anyway? Had his stupid face suddenly caused a heart condition in him? He didn't understand.

Finally stepping out of the shower, Karkat moved over to his laptop, starting it up and checking the time: three in the morning... wonderful. Deciding to log into his chat system, he browsed to see who was online. He found only one who always had his icon set to 'online', so who even fucking knew if he was there. It was all a 'miracle' if he was, as he so often told him.

carcinoGeneticist started trolling terminallyCapricious:

CG: HEY FUCKTARD. YOU BETTER FUCKING BE ON FOR ONCE.

TC: Oh HeLlO tHeRe My MoThErFuCkIn BeSt BrO.

CG: OH HOLY HELL YOU'RE ACTUALLY ON THIS LATE.

CG: WOW.

TC: It'S a MoThErFuCkIn MiRaCle!

CG: YEAH YEAH. SURE. WHATEVER. LOOK, I HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM.

CG: WELL I HAVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS, SO SHUT UP.

TC: HaHa, DiDn'T sAy A fUcKiNg ThInG bRo.

CG: WHATEVER! JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING PIE HOLE FOR A MOMENT, WOULD YOU?

CG: I CANT FUCKING SLEEP, IF YOUR 'HIGH AS FUCKING RAINBOWS' MIND HASN'T NOTICED, IT'S THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING.

CG: I HAVE TO GET TO MY SHITTY JOB IN THE MORNING, AND I CANT FUCKING SLEEP, BECAUSE I KEEP THINKING OF THIS DICKWAD I SAW AT THE FLOWER SHOP!

TC: MaN, tHaT sUcKs.

TC: WhAt'S gOt YoUr MoThErFuCkIn hEaD aLl In A pAnIc AbOuT iT?

CG: IF I FUCKING KNEW THAT THEN I WOULDN'T BE ASKING YOUR DRUGGED OUT ASS ABOUT IT NOW WOULD IT?

CG: ALL THAT SHIT IS FUCKING WITH YOUR THINK PAN.

CG: ALL I KNOW IS THAT THINKING ABOUT HIM MAKES MY HEART FUCKING PALPITATE OR SOME CRAP, MAYBE HIS DORKINESS IS GIVING ME A HEART CONDITION.

TC: NaH mAn.

TC: I kNoW tHe PrObLem.

TG: YoU mOtHeRfUcKiN LiKe ThIs GuY.

CG: YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKING KIDDING ME.

CG: HAHAHAHAHA.

CG: REAL FUCKING FUNNY.

CG: THANKS FOR FUCKING NOTHING.

carcinoGeneticist ceased trolling terminallyCapricious

Karkat slammed his computer shut, glaring at it harder than usual. There was no fucking way he was attracted to that smiling idiot. He didn't do 'love'. All of that was bullshit. But then... why was he reacting so much to Gamzee simply suggesting it? Growling at his thoughts, the steaming man pushed away from his computer and stomped down to the kitchen, grabbing a snack before settling down to watch a movie from his vast collection. There was no fucking way he liked that dork. Not one.

Hi there lovelies!
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-Zoe