The Wonders of Flipping Out

Chapter Two

Who's The Whore?

Morning came soon after Karkat had gone to bed, waking him by the late winter light, pouring in through his window, and screeching of his alarm. Fuck, he was not in the mood for people. To his luck, though, it was Saturday, which meant no class. On the other hand, he did still have work, which only put him in a worse mood than he was in to begin with.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms, he stood and made his way to the window. To his surprise, it had snowed. Quite a bit, in fact. If there was enough snow, he wouldn't have to go to work! Oh God, wouldn't that be glorious?

He headed back to his bed, scooping his briefs from the carpeted floor and slipped them on. Booty warm, but still not enough for him. It was still pretty chilly in his room for some reason... Maybe some pants, he thought to himself, making his way toward his closet and- what the fuck? Where were all of his pajama pants? Yeah, he only had like two pairs, but dah fuck? He did laundry the night before and specifically remembered taking out his shirts and placing them right above his- Okay, this isn't funny. Where were his crab boxers? Those are his fucking favorite. He got them from...well, that's not important. He just needed to find his shit.

This was not a good way to start his day. He could already tell his day was going to be bad just by this little incident- No, more like a mishap. A shitty one, at that. So, shaking like a chiwawa, he grabbed the first article of clothing he saw in reach. Unfortunately, that just so happened to be his flatmate's Aperture Science shirt, slung over his computer chair. His roommate...O how he abhors that man. That stupid lisp, those smartass comebacks to Karkat's smartass remarks. That kid's annoying as shit. But, he has pretty eyes.

Wait, what?

No. Stop thinking that.

Ew. This shirt smelled of old spice. Just like Sollux. That kid coats that shit on like some middle schooler and he has to smell as douchey as possible for the end of the world. It's like 2012 all over again. Ha, remember when everyone shit their pants over that? All thought we were gonna die suddenly because the fucking Mayan's calendar ended. Oh, it was like idiots galore, in Karkat's hometown.

Anywho, back on topic of subject. Karkat was cold and needed coffee. Coffee sounds really good right now. Oh, how he loved his Tim Horton's cherry brew. The smell would spread throughout the whole flat, attracting the Captor and making even him beg for some. He'd usually set the coffee maker to start at six am, so by seven, when he'd be done getting ready, he could grab a cup and head out for class. The smell would wash over him in a wave of goodness, every morning, when he'd open his bedroom door, but...today that didn't happen. He was basically slapped in the face by the smell of some shit, Walmart bought coffee. Just from mere whiff of the stuff, you could tell it was cheap as fucking dirt.

Shit, he was still cold. Okay, no time to worry about the crappy ass coffee, Vantas. Go to your flatmate's room. He stepped from his sleeping chambers and out to the cookery. To his surprise, there was a girl...in his spaceship pajama pants, in a long white t-shirt. She was the one making the shit coffee.

"Who the fuck are you?" Karkat scoffed, looking her over with a sneer.

She only turned her head for a moment to look at the male, then back to the coffee pot in her hand, pouring it into... Karkat's cup. Is she trying to piss him off? "Is that any of your concern?" God, she sounded as dead as she looked. Her black hair was obviously dyed -by it's tecture-,looking dead and fried, and it's unnatural red tint. And that awful eye makeup made her look like a raccoon carcass, run over and kicked off the side of the road for the woodland creatures to eat.

"Um, yeah. It kinda is. In case you haven't noticed, I live here." He crossed his arms. She'd actually be pretty is she wasn't so god damned fake. "You're also wearing my clothes, and using my cup. Which, frankly, doesn't make me very happy."

"Who said I was here to make you happy?"

Cocky bitch. "You listen hear, little miss Emo Bi-" Is all Karkat spat out before Sollux entered the kitchen, shirtless, in only boxers.

Holy Joseph, Mary, and Jesus. That was the first time Karkat had seen Sollux without a shirt on. He actually had muscles. And there were visible. "Good morning, Aradia," He muttered groggily, rubbing an eye and yawning.

Aradia took a sip of her, shitty, coffee and nodded once. "I'm gonna get my clothes and take off. I've got work." She said after she set the mug down. She then proceeded to walk right past Lispy into his room, without another word.

The sad thing is, you could see the hurt in his eyes. The way he watched her walk right past him, without a simple "Good morning" back. He shook his head and shrugged, "Whatever..."

Karkat sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Who was that?"

He poured himself a cup. "Some girl I used to know way back when. We were in middle school together and met up at a club last night," He leaned back against the counter, holding his bee mug by the handle in one hand, "I thought we could catch up on lost time and talk, you know? But, we ended up coming back here and just fucking." He shrugged once more, finally taking a sip then pulling back with a face twisted in disgust.

Karkat instantly felt a prick of...was it jealousy(?) in his chest at the words "...and just fucking." What was it about that statement that just irritated him? Well, who knows? Almost everything irritates him.

"It wasn't even that great." He set his coffee down, sighing. "She sucks at riding."

The shorter of the two's eyes widen as a flush spreads across his face. I don't, he thought to himself as he walked to the kitchen table, sitting down in one of the chairs. "Well, what are you going to do?"

Sollux paused for a moment before swallowing hard and pouring the shit coffee down the drain.. "I don't know. I probably won't invite her over again. We don't really click."

The door to his room opened and Little Ms. Bitchtit came strutting out in a leather jacket, short, ripped black skirt and Prada heels. "I'm off to work."

Karkat scoffed at the girl, raising a brow. "What? Are you a fuckin' prostitute or a stripper?"

As if paying no attention to the rude male, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. With a puff she replied with a blow, "Both" and continued her strut to the door, slamming it behind her without another word.

Both men stared in awe.

After a moment, Karkat finally broke the silence, standing as he murmured,"Fuck, Sollux. I didn't know you were into whores."

"I'm not into whores, you dipshit! I already told your our situa-"

"Sollux," He interrupted the other, abruptly, raising a brow, "I don't fucking care. Now, go watch fucking cartoons or something. It's Saturday; you don't have work."

And without another word said between either of the two, the phone rang.

((Does this seem short? I dunno. I have terrible writer's block and I'm also trying to work on this shitty comic while attempting to balance both at the same time. And holy fuck I've never had so many research papers in such a short period of time. This shit is somewhat stressful. But, even though this is a hassle, I'll persevere and continue this story.

Also, sorry for making Aradia a bitchy whore, Aradia lovers. It just kinda seemed hot at the time, I dunno.
Anywho, thanks for putting up with me. I'll see you next chapter, my lovelies.

Also, I NEED ideas for chapter three. Please, give me ideas. :( I'm totally blank.

- Bug ))