After what seemed like hours, Karkat decided to move from his spot in the park. He was sopping wet, the grey hoodie now weighing about 5 pounds more than it did previously. His jet black hair covered his ocean blue eyes, making it slightly difficult to see. The other contributing factor was the fact that he was sobbing like a bitch. He dragged his guitar with him into a nearby subway station, sour notes filling the stairwell every time the guitar made contact with one of the steps. He looked at the worker behind the counter covered in glass, fast asleep. So he did what any teenager with a guitar and no money would do. He hopped the gate and laid against one of the pillars, moving his hair away from his eyes, taking a deep breath.
'Fuck. All I wanted to do was impress the love of my life. Is that too much to fucking ask?!' Karkat mentally screamed at himself, the self loathing just beginning. He sat there, cursing himself as angrily as he would Strider if he was here. Strider, mother FUCKING STRIDER! The thought of that blond haired ironic little prick just made his blood boil. Him and his stupid rap bullshit and fucking turn tables he kept in the music room at school, along with Karkat's Prince, a Fender Squire, and Jade's K-9, an Ibanez GSR200. Karkat would bet all the money in the fucking world he'd be using their actual playing to make some stupid rap mix about "fucking bitches and mobbing fools" as Strider so elegantly put it.
'Enough self loathing and cursing out an asshole', Karkat thought. He picked up the guitar, placed it in his lap and thought long and hard about what he wanted to play to pass the time and relieve his sadness. Rolling Stones? No. AC/DC? On acoustic? Fucking never. Radiohead? Fuck yes. Karkat took a deep breath, and started to play.
"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special!"
His voice was full of life, but it was a life he didn't want anymore. Not without Jade.
"BUT I'M A CREEP!"
He yelled the chorus, his throat strained from the crying.
"I'M A WEIRDO! WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!"
"I don't belong here..."
Karkat couldn't finish the song, the crying started again. But he started his own chorus, trying to sing through the tears.
"Just a fuck up. A fucking failure~! Why the hell do I even try?! Fuck! C'mon, Vantas, finish it.
"But I belong here."
He smiled for the first time in forever, and restarted the first verse,
"Strider can fuck off.
His ironic bullshit can die.
You're nothing more than a fuck head.
How the hell'd you make me cry?
The girl that you have now~
Will never be yours.
You wish you were special!
BECAUSE BITCH I AM SPECIAL!
I'M NOT A CREEP!
I'M A ROCK GOD!
JADE HARLEY WILL BE MY GIRL!
AND WE'LL BE FUCKING HAPPY!"
Karkat calmed down, his smile becoming bigger with every lyric. The roughness returning to his voice, and the crying almost instantly stopped. He got up, waited to get dry, and walked all the way back to his house, more confident than ever. He'll fucking beat Strider. Even if it kills him.
