Hello world! Here's the second chapter, enjoy!

Karkat's POV

Two Months Later

We have been messing around for two months now. We never made it official, but we are dating. And I love it. The only problem is, I don't deserve him. He deserves much better than me. I seem like I'm all serious, but inside I'm a wreck. A god damn wreck. I'm terrified that John will leave me.

"Uh, Karkat? I, uh, I have something to tell you," John stutters. Oh God, I knew it. He's dumping me.

"What, fuckass?" I ask, putting on my usual angry expression.

"I-I love you," he says. I nearly choke on my cheerios. "Oh, uh, nevermind, I was- I was kidding..."

"No, don't say that! I was surprised, thats all." I say, and it's one of those rare occasions where I smile. "I love you too, fuckass." He jumps on me, causing me to lose my balance. We fall to the floor, him on top of me. He leans down and kisses me. We make out for a while before we have to go to class. We haven't told anyone about us, and I don't think we will for a while. Thats alright, the only two who need to know are us. People can mind their own fucking business.

I went to class and I couldn't focus. We had just said I love you for the first time, though I still can't shake the feeling that he's going to drop me, ball me up and throw me away like an empty bag of doritos. And it kills me. You see, the trouble with love is that there's always doubt. I love him, I really fucking do. I just feel like I'm not worth it. I can't take it anymore.

Class ends and I go back to the dorm. John's MIA, though he left a note on the table.

"Hey babe, I went out to. I should be back by three-thirty. I'll call you later. Love, John"

Theres that one word again, love. Ugh why does one fucking word have so much meaning to it? I wish I could just leave. Run away and never look back. I could just pack up and go somewhere, ditch college and go to, to, fuck I don't know. Peru! Who the fuck cares? Not me.

"Karkat?" John calls from the front door.

"Yeah, over here," I reply, distracted.

"What's up, babe?"

"Uh, watching TV."

"Oh, anything good?"

"I guess."

"Not too good I hope." He comes over and sits on my lap, pressing his lips against mine. God damn it, Egbert, why do you have you be so fucking sexy? I go with it for a second, kissing him back.

"No, stop," I say, pushing him over so he's sitting next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"I'm not in the mood. And I like this movie."

"Babe?"

"What?"

"This is Saw IV."

I turn to the TV to see a person super-glued to the seat of a car, ripping their own skin off. "UGHH," I cry, hugging John close. I immediately release him, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. "I'm tired." I stand up.

"Aww," John complains. "It's only six-thirty, Kar!"

"I had a long day," I walk to the bedroom and climb into my bed, which I haven't slept in the whole time we've lived here.

John walks in a few minutes later. "Hey, did you e-" he stops talking when he sees me in my bed. "What are you doing?"

I turn to face him. "Trying to sleep."

"We always sleep in my bed."

"Well, not tonight, okay?"

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just don't wanna."

"Well, okay, I'm making something to eat, want anything?"

"No," I say, turning back to face the wall.

I don't hear anything for a moment, but I can tell he's upset. He walks out of the room and back into the kitchen area.

He comes back in after an hour and climbs in my bed with me.

"Not tonight," I say, trying not to give in.

"Um, yeah, alright," he replies, slowly climbing back out. He gets into his own bed, turning the light off along the way. I can hear him sniffling. Fuck, I made him cry. I try to ignore his whimpers and I eventually drift off.

Aw, poor John. Well, thanks for reading, bye!