"Yeah," you say with a smile. "A dinner date would be great."

Sollux smiled back at you. He really was attractive, why wouldn't you want to go on a date with him?

His cell phone rang and he reached over to grab it. "Really? Now? Fuck, dude, I'm with someone, can't you wait for another few hours? Hey, I'm aloud to sleep with whoever I want, and you know it. That doesn't mean I did! Fuck off, Strider." He slammed his phone shut. "God, he thinks just because he's the fucking producer he can control my whole fucking life, doesn't he? Well I don't fucking work for him, I work for the studio. I won't lose my job because of him, so he should just shut up. You're way more important than his casting issue." Sollux told you, you could tell he was pissed, you didn't really see why, but you figured he had a reason.

After a moment his words seemed to sink in. "I need to go, casting issues are my problem." Sollux sighed and started to sit up. You sat up with him because there was no way in hell that you were going to lay on his bed until he got back, anyway, you needed to have a stern talking to with your manager. Maybe you could even tell him that you got a date with Sollux, apparently, not many people have won a date with the allusive Solluxander Captor.

You got out of bed and started putting on your clothes from the night before, you had hoped you would get a chance to wash your clothes before you had to go, especially since your shirt was covered in a sticky white reminder of your adventures the night before.

Sollux noticed you staring in utter disgust at your shirt "Leave it here, I'll get it dry cleaned and bring it to you later in the week."

"I need a shirt," you reminded him. "I can't just go out in public without a shirt on."

He threw you a shirt. It actually looked somewhat okay, it wasn't totally your style, but you could survive the day wearing it, or at least until you got home… no, you were defiantly wear it all day, maybe not till your date later, but at least for the rest of the day. Fuck, you really were in love with that prick, weren't you? Great, just great, why wouldn't you love a chance to fall completely head over heels for the casting director of the movie you're staring in?

"Hey, Captor, what's this movie even about?" you ask as the two of you finish getting dressed.

"It's some shitty romcom about this made up planet called Alternia. You're going to play the main troll guy, oh, by the way your lover is supposed to be a guy, I hope you're okay with that." He smirks and holds the door to his bedroom open for you.

"Yeah, that's fine I guess, but isn't there supposed to be some weird shit with a bunch of different romances or something?" you ask exiting the room. You walk into the hall and once again are taken back by how beautiful the whole house looks. Stupid rich guys.

"KK, dude, I'm just the casting director, I haven't once read the script, I just know enough to brief the people auditioning what they're getting into."

You nod, although it sounds like fun to paint yourself grey and walk around set being grey and wearing fake horns, you aren't really sure about having a guy for an onset lover. On the bright side, as far as you know, there aren't any sex scenes in this movie now that would be too much. There's a glimmer of hope that instead of ending up with some random ass douche you ended up with Sollux.

Obviously, that wouldn't happen. This isn't like the plays or student made videos you were part of in middle and high school, this was the big times, they were professional. You would be assigned to your job, and stick to it. Anyways, who knows, maybe the person you end up with will be pretty nice; maybe the two of you can go out and get some drinks or go to a movie, whatever you feel like doing in the moment. No, that wouldn't happen either, the guy you get paired up with will probably be one of those annoying glimmer gay guys who are all caught up on their appearance.

At least you weren't like that, well, you weren't even gay so how could you be? Wait, maybe you were gay…great and here comes another round of "What the fuck is my sexuality?

A number of years ago

You're five years old and you're on the playground at your school. You were by yourself, like usual…no, that's a lie, most days you were with your older brother, Kankri. He wasn't here today, laryngitis, so you were alone.

"Want to plaaaaaaaay with us, Karkat?" Vriska asked you.

You want to say yes, but you know Kankri will get mad. Although you do hate him most of the time, he is pretty much the only one in the family who actually cares about you. Your father has a secret job, he won't tell you what it is, and your mother died when you were born; your dad has always resented you a little bit for that.

Playing with Vriska was one hundred percent against Kankri's rules. "She's dangerous." He would always say. Maybe she was, you heard her games had hurt a boy in your class named Tavros!

You shake your head no and she shrugs and goes back to play with her friends.

"Good choithe." A boy beside you says. You don't remember ever meeting his before! He's wearing glasses like you get at the movies. This boy was silly. "My nameth Tholuks, what'th yourth?" he asked. Tholuks spoke funny and you laughed a bit.

"Tholluks? That's a weird name, I'm Karkat." You said proudly.

"I have a lithp, thtupid head, anyway, what kind of name ith Karkat? You mutht be the only Karkat in Canada." He snickered.

"What's wrong with that? Kankri says it makes me special!"

"Thure it doeth."

You rolled your eyes at him. Tholluks shouldn't be so rude to you, especially with his stupid lithp. Maybe you'll ask Kankri what a lithp is later.

Just then, Tholluks got it in the head with a soccer ball. You could see tears forming through his movie glasses. He was trying hard not to cry. He wanted to prove that he was strong, that he could handle the pain. He really couldn't and soon the tears were trying to run away from his eyes.

You lean over and kiss his lips. You hold yourself there for a long time, at least a minute, and he doesn't pull away so you know the kissing magic is working on him! Eventually you pull away. "Kankri said that kissing someone makes all there ouchies go away, did it work?" you ask hopefully.

He nodded "Thankth, Karkat, that wath very nithe of you."