I was so excited, I wrote another chapter right away. :3
So here ya go :D
Two whole weeks went by before I saw clown guy again. At first, I would search every single crowded room I went into for the face I'd memorized like a creepy fangirl. Every time I got on the bus, I looked for him. At school, I actually ate in the cafeteria, just so I could see if he would be there (which of course, he never fucking was). I ended up annoying the shit out of my best friend, Sollux Captor. He told me in that stupid lisp of his he thought I was a complete idiot for being so obsessed with this guy, when I didn't even know his name. Shit, I even thought I was stupid for it. But what could I do when every time I thought of that carefree smile I wish didn't come out more like a grimace when I tried to replicate it, I blushed. Every time I think of that gentle kiss and even his hand in my pocket, I shiver. What can a guy do against that?
After the first couple weeks, I almost forgot about him. I convinced myself it was just a dream; I had to because it was fucking eating me inside. If anyone has ever compared love to acid, they would be perfectly right. I went to school, got good grades, tried not to think of the mysterious boy. My dad came back from wherever he was, spent a week in town, had a parade of girls come in and out, and left again. Same old, same old. I'd begun to forget, and he started to occupy less of my thoughts.
And then of course, when I was least expecting it, he was finally there.
I took the bus like usual to school at the ungodly hour of seven in the morning and got off a few blocks away. My earphones were in and up, drowning everything out, just how I liked it. I felt a tapping on my shoulder, and I swung around quickly, ripping out my earphones, the memory of the mysterious clown oh so clear in my mind. To my massive disappointment, when I looked, there was no one there. With a sigh, dreading what I knew I would find, I looked down a few inches. Without a doubt, there she was.
"Meooow. Morning, Karkitty! What a purrfect day this is!" said a short girl in a blue kitty hat. Her name is Nepeta Leijon. She had her usual cat whiskers and nose on her face, tattooed there for some fucking dumb reason. She's two years older than me, 18, but several inches shorter. All the time, she would come up to me on my short walk to school and call me Karkitty and be generally annoying as hell. She probably has a crush on me, and that's not me being a pompous asshat, that's just how she acts. Usually, I'm able to ignore her, or just put up with it till she gets bored and bounds away cheerfully. Sometimes she even asks me for dating advice, which somehow always feels like she's talking about me, but I'm the fucking love doctor, remember? Today, when she let me down by not being him, I was so pissed, I flipped my shit.
"What the hell do you want, you fucking idiot? You scared the living hell out of me, fuckass! Leave me alone, get your stupid furry ass out of here, and don't bug me with your ridiculous cat puns. And stop fucking calling me Karkitty!" I yelled. I immediately felt bad. I may be a jerk a lot of the time, okay, most of the time, but only to a point, and to people who actually at least deserve it a little. Nepeta really isn't so bad, annoying, but not bad at all. Her face fell, and I swear a little tear came from her eye. I felt so bad, but I didn't know what I should say to her to make her know I didn't really mean it, and I was sorry. I just don't know how to apologize to people.
Of course, it got worse. She dropped her head, and started to walk away. A little way down the sidewalk, she grabbed the arm of a really tall guy in a purple striped sweater, with disheveled hair, clown makeup, and a Faygo bottle, who stared at me with the faintest of confused smiles on his face.
"C'mon Gamzee, let's just go. I don't think Karkat is in a very good mood today…"She said, sniffling. She began walking, dragging the boy, Gamzee, with her. The boy never turned around to walk, but walked backwards, reaching in his deep pockets hurriedly and throwing a bottle of now shaken up Redpop at me. I caught it, just barely, and watched him walk away. Gamzee pulled out a bicycle horn and honked it loudly as he and Nepeta walked away, Gamzee laughing, trying to cheer Nepeta up a little. He had a deep, almost guttural laugh, and I fucking loved it. I watched them walk away, staring like an idiot at his back. Well, I guess if I'm being totally honest here, my gaze wouldn't actually leave his perfectly shaped, skinny jean clasped ass, with his polka dotted boxers just peeking over the top. Holy fuck.
And I was supposed to go to school like this? Not happening. DEFINITELY not happening. I sat down right there on the sidewalk, suddenly remembering the bottle that was thrown at me. There was a note taped onto the bottle. I accidentally ripped it in my haste to get it off the stupid thing, laughing at my retarded self, going nuts over a little note that could say almost anything. I shut my mind up, opened the note completely, struggling a little with the tape that got stuck to my finger. The note read:
HeY BrO! cAnT gEt YoU aNd YoUr MoThErFuCkInG ClUmSy CuTe AsS OuTtA mY hEaD. i'M hAvInG a MoThErFuCkIn BaSh aT My hOuSe ThIs WeEkEnD, BrO. iT'S GoNnA Be sO SiCk, It wOuLd bE ThE BiGgEsT MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLe iF YoU AlL GoT ThErE. i'lL Be wAiTiN FoR Ya tHeRe MoThErFuCkEr. HoNk ;0)
~GaMzEe MaKaRa
I didn't see an address there on the front side of the paper, and I flipped it over. On the back it said:
P.S. bY ThE WaY, fOrGoT ThE MoThErFuCkIn aDdReSs fOr a sEc. CoMe tO ThE BaKeRy aCrOsS FrOm tHe hIgH ScHoOl tO GeT It fRoM Me ;0).
P.P.S. eNjOy tHe fAyGo, MoThErFuCkEr.
There was a huge goddamn set of grey lips on the edge of the paper. For a stupid crazy moment, I brought the paper to my own lips. I pulled away, smacking myself hard on the forehead with the heel of my hand. Stupid, stupid. The paper had cologne on it, the same cologne the clown boy wore. Did he fucking spritz it with the stuff? I thought incredulously, what a strange ass guy.
Curious to what the appeal of the off brand soda was, I tapped the lid and screwed it open, trying not to get the sticky stuff all over me. I took a long drink of it, and spit the nasty shit out.
"This is so fucking gross!" I yelled. "It's like goddamn cough syrup! How do you drink this shit!"
I could swear I heard a deep laugh and the honking of a horn in the distance.
Very sorry about how short the chapters are.
For storytelling reasons, of course.
:0)
