Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'll be trying to update this as frequently as I can. I'm not sure how long this is gonna run, maybe five or six chapters depending on whether or not I want to put in a lot of stuff.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction. All characters in this fanfiction belong to Andrew Hussie.


Karkat was pacing anxiously when Gamzee Makara finally arrived at his apartment, along with a sheepish Tavros Nitram, leaning on his oh-so-important crutches. Karkat groaned at the addition, but allowed it due to their lack of time.

Gamzee had dropped out of college during the first semester to join a local alternative band. The band, called the Capricorn Clowns, performed at the local bar every Friday night and had their very own fanclub, but still had high hopes for going on a world tour. Unfortunately, seeing as many of the members were dirt broke, this didn't seem likely to happen any time soon. Gamzee had taken the band's performing traditions to heart though, and wore his gray and white clown makeup all the time.

Tavros had been in a car accident when he was younger and now had very limited use of his legs. He had to use crutches all the time to get around and couldn't even stand up when he was without them. College was very boring for him, seeing as he spent much of his time studying and playing Dungeons and Dragons with his roleplaying club instead of out partying. He didn't even have his first sip of liquor until he was a senior and even then it was just a little champagne for an awards banquet. Tavros didn't know very much about living life to its fullest. Suffice to say, the laidback rockstar and the handicapped nerd made an interesting pair.

Karkat glanced at the wall clock nervously. A little after three in the afternoon. "Come on guys, we have to get this done!" he said impatiently. Gamzee patiently turned over Karkat's coffee table and laid his guitar case on it, taking his time unlocking it and taking out his Fender acoustic. He smiled his laid-back lopsided grin and said, "Man, it doesn't matter how long it takes. All that matters is what happens on the way." Tavros sat down on a stool and leaned his crutches on the wall, smiling at the comment. "I like that quote. I think I might use it one day. If you don't mind, I mean."

"Hey ladies, I'm so sorry to interrupt your little sewing club talk, but we have a fucking song to write," Karkat stormed angrily. He quickly explained his plan to the Gamzee. The clown turned and looked at his angsty friend and explained, "Yo, Karkat? Since you want this shit to be done by tonight, it might be a little bit difficult to write an entire song with all those chords and words. I think we should all up and rewrite the lyrics to a song instead to match your motherfuckin' situation instead. You down?"

Karkat flailed his arms in the air manically while pacing and muttered distractedly, "Yeah, sure, whatever." Gamzee smiled and said, "Cool, bro." before beginning to scroll through his iPod music to find a song. Suddenly, his gray and white face lit up and he showed his song choice to Karkat. He stopped pacing to squint at the screen before staring at Gamzee skeptically. "You're kidding, right?" he asked. "You want to rewrite lyrics to a TAYLOR SWIFT song?" Gamzee nodded, his happy face bobbing up and down. "Yeah, man. No one tells the story of love better than Swift-sis." Karkat groaned but resentfully agreed.

As they wrote the song, Karkat began to reminisce about his four years of college with Terezi and Dave, before they were dating. Karkat recalled Terezi playing a prank on Dave's best friend John during their sophomore year in college that ended in John falling down the stairs and getting a concussion. Terezi and Dave had argued about it for a full week, perhaps the longest that they'd ever been in a disagreement. Karkat found that week to be one of the most enjoyable of college. He remembered the time Dave had left his laptop open in the chemistry lab and Karkat had started programming a shitload of viriuses on Strider's computer. His heart gave a little tug as he remembered the Terezi and Karkat Official Movie Nights when he and his blind friend had spent their Saturday nights at college watching romantic comedies - both good and bad - together. He had always wondered how Terezi knew what was going on in the movie when she could only see the hazy colors of the screen. When he had once inquired about it, she had told him with a cackle that every single romcom had basically the same plot, which he couldn't really argue with. She had once licked the TV screen while watching a movie, joking that the movie was so sappy that she could taste it. Karkat gave a dry laugh thinking about these old college memories before telling Gamzee. He found a way to write them in.

While Gamzee and Karkat were brainstorming, Tavros suddenly piped up and asked, "Um, Karkat, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you wearing a turtleneck in the middle of summer?" Karkat looked down at his favorite black wool cotton turtleneck and retorted simply and insultingly, "They're comfortable, fuck you." Tavros looked down dejectedly and said, "Uh, I'm just saying that it's not the best fashion choice." Karkat wanted to make a snappy comeback asking Tavros what he knew about fashion, but he held himself back and continued writing the song.

Finally, they finished. Karkat let out a long sigh of relief before glancing at the clock again. They had been working for four hours, taking frequent breaks. It was only seven at night. Karkat tried to hand the song to Gamzee to memorize, but he shook his head and refused to take it. "Man, I can't sing. This it your song to proclaim your powerful feelings of love for her," he said. Karkat begrudgingly agreed to learn the song and they practiced for a couple more hours. By nine at night, they both had the song memorized and Karkat politely asked the two of them to get the fuck out of his apartment. He handed Gamzee an address scrawled on a piece of paper and told him to meet him there at midnight. Tavros and Gamzee left Karkat to prepare himself for the eventful night ahead.

Karkat decided it was best to just go as he was, dark and natural. He combed his hair through a few times, but it remained messy and unkempt so he gave up. After he took care of his appearance, he sang the song some more to make sure he had it down, but still thought his voice was scratchy and unattractive. 'What's Gamzee thinking, making me sing?' he thought. 'I can't sing, I always used to swear at the theater jerks who could.'

Before Karkat knew it, it was 11:45, drawing dangerously close to the rondezvous time. He took a deep breath before pulling out his phone and texting Terezi for the first time in months.

CG: HEY. MEET ME AT THE TREEHOUSE AT MIDNIGHT.
CG: THERE' S SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.

Barely more than a minute had passed by before his cell beeped to alert an incoming message from Terezi. He typed a quick reply before shutting his phone off; he didn't want to say too much or else he might chicken out like the pansy ass he was.

GC: K4RKAT?
GC: 1 H4V3N'T T4LK3D TO YOU 1N MONTHS.
GC: WH4T'S TH1S 4BOUT?
CG: NO TIME TO EXPLAIN.
CG: JUST DO IT, OK TEREZI?