Isolation

AN: Fast update is fast. I've been writing all day because I'm nervous as hell (starting university tomorrow xAx) and I tend to like to distract myself with writing when I feel nervous XD SO HERE YOU GO.
A brand new chapter of Isolation. Which by the way was such a hasty title that I'm not sure it even should be named that, but the choice have been made haha!
And I once more apologize for any OOCness and grammar/spelling errors. If you notice any feel free to tell me!
Hope you'll enjoy :D

Chapter 2

It felt like an eternity passed before there was a loud knocking on Karkat's door, but it had most likely only passed about half an hour. The teen twitched when he heard the sound. He did honestly not want to get up and open the door. Why couldn't he just stay there on the floor under his blanket and ignore it?

Right, because that would just make him an even bigger asshole than he already considered himself being.

With a deep sigh he threw off the blanket and slowly got up from the floor. As he stood up he had to take a grip on the wall to steady himself, his vision had gone blurry thanks to the sudden wave of dizziness and nausea hitting him. He stood there for a while, taking deep breaths and forcing himself not to throw up or pass out. Wouldn't that have been perfect? As if Karkat wasn't feeling disgusting enough already.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He opened his eyes and glanced over at the door, deciding that he probably was stable enough to make that little trip. But once he stood in front of his own door he simply put his forehead against it and sighed. He knew very well that there was no point in trying to ignore Gamzee. Karkat just didn't want Gamzee to see him like this, like a wreck.

Just as he was about to close his eyes again the knocking started again. No point in letting his friend stand outside like that. With a sigh Karkat looked through the door eye just to make sure it wasn't some other person, it wouldn't be the first time a random stranger knocked on his door at night.

Thankfully it was Gamzee standing outside, but Karkat almost jumped back since his friend was staring right back at him through the door eye, as if he knew Karkat was watching him. Man that was almost scary... but it had been even more scary if he had worn that stupid make up.

"Come on, Karkat, open the motherfucking door and let your best friend in!"

"Do I really have a choice?" Karkat muttered as he unhooked the safety chain and unlocked the door. He took a few steps backwards into his dark apartment. The only light in the room came from his small TV and the laptop.

It didn't take many seconds before the door handle was pulled down and Gamzee stepped into the apartment. It took a while for his friend to adjust to the darkness, and once he saw Karkat a lazy grin spread on his face.

"Man there you are! What the hell are you doing in the fuckin' darkness? I almost can't see shit in here!" he said, and judging by the slightly dragged out voice (and the lazy grin on his face) Karkat could easily tell that his friend was high. Gamzee had probably been smoking something again, and Karkat didn't mind.

He had already scolded and lectured Gamzee about how bad drugs were for him, but it seemed the other just didn't care. So Karkat had just accepted it in the end, but made a silent vow to himself that he would freaking kill Gamzee if he started to take heavy drugs.

Gamzee shut the door and even locked it. The fool might often forget to lock his own door, but he knew that Karkat hated to leave his door unlocked. And as Gamzee did this, Karkat couldn't help eyeing his friend from his head down to his feet... and that was when he noticed that Gamzee wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Fucking idiot," Karkat tiredly said and shook his head in disbelief, "You walked all the damned way here in only socks?"

Gamzee blinked as he turned towards Karkat one more, and then he looked down at his awfully dirty socks. For a few seconds he was quiet, wriggling his toes a little bit, and then he burst out laughing and grinned as he pulled a hand through his long messy hair.

"Well fuck, ain't that just stupid?"

"No shit..."

The two friends both silenced and proceeded with just staring at each other. Well, that was until Gamzee all of a sudden walked up to Karkat and without any warning pulled him into a hug.

Karkat let out a loud noise of protest and was about to wriggle his way out of the lanky arms which were holding him against Gamzee's body. Gamzee's quite warm body. Gamzee's body that smelled lightly of pot and some other sweet scent that Karkat never had managed to quite identify. Perhaps that was just Gamzee's natural scent... overlooking the pot.

It didn't take long until Karkat gave up his struggle to break free and just allowed himself to relax in Gamzee's embrace. He hated to admit it, but it felt pretty good. It would have been fucking perfect if it wasn't for the fact that he almost felt like he was going to start crying. Karkat never cried in front of anyone. Not even Gamzee.

"Hey Karkat, what's going on? I've been fucking worried about you. You've been totally out of reach for like... days, not replying to texts, calls or motherfucking anything," Gamzee lazily said, but Karkat could hear the concerned tone as.

"Been busy," Karkat murmured with his head against Gamzee's chest. He just had to be about a head taller than Karkat.

And Karkat had been busy in a sense. Busy contemplating just ending his miserable life and thinking of the many reasons why he hated the world and himself. Of course he had spent some time watching those romcoms too, desperately trying to imagine himself getting swept off of his feet by someone who could take his every damned problem away.

There was no wonder that the movie companies made so much money. They were pretty much selling dreams on discs. You buy one, sit there and watch it... dream yourself away, trying to imagine yourself in the actors' places. Karkat had at least done so many times, just escaping from reality for a while. But it always felt really horrible when you realized it wouldn't happen just like that. You could say that Karkat both loved and hate the movies thanks to that fact.

"Busy doing what?"

"None of your damned business," Karkat harshly said and finally pushed Gamzee away.

"You look like shit, Karkat."

Karkat raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Thanks, great observation dumbass!"

Gamzee just chuckled, taking no offence at all. With a shrug he walked into the dark living room, allowing himself to sit down in the couch and then he put his feet up on the table. Normally Karkat would have scolded him for doing that, especially with those filthy socks on... but he couldn't bother with it at the moment.

"Come here, friend," Gamzee said and patted the seat next to him, "We're gonna have a long and nice talk about your motherfucking feelings, you know that you want to."

Karkat let out a sound that nearly could be described as a snarl and he shook his head violently, causing it to ache.

No, Karkat did not want to talk about his feelings or some mushy crap like that. Hadn't he already made that clear enough? He would rather forget and bury his feelings as deep down as he could, somewhere he never would stumble upon them again.

"And in the language of the motherfucking Karkat I guess that means something like hell fucking no, bro," Gamzee said, still with that wide and lazy smile on his face. Once more he patted the seat next to him, "Come on and just sit your fucking ass down here!"

"Why?" Karkat asked and eyed Gamzee suspiciously, as if he didn't trust the other entirely.

"Cause you look like you fucking need it."

Karkat sighed, "Gamz, look, you're fucking high and I-,"

"Since when am I not high, Karkles?"

"Shut the fuck up, Gamzee!" Karkat snapped and turned around at the use of that ridiculous nickname, perhaps he turned a little bit too fast because his earlier dizziness hit him once more and he could feel how he swayed.

But before he could fall over he felt how a pair of arms held him firm in place. Damn, at time Gamzee could move really quickly.

"You're not fucking well at all," Gamzee said and actually frowned, something that Karkat rarely had seen his friend do, "Have you even been eating? You were fucking skin and bones to begin with."

Karkat shrugged, "I don't really know. I don't think so." The days were a blur. He didn't even know what day it was. Monday? Tuesday? Or perhaps even Wednesday.

"I guess your motherfucking best friend just will have to make you something to eat then," Gamzee said with a chuckle before he pushed Karkat towards the kitchen, not stopping until he had pushed Karkat down on one of the two chairs by the small table, "Sit tight while I work my fuckin' magic!"

And with that Gamzee flicked on the light switch, causing a horrendous light to blind poor Karkat who had been spending days in darkness with the blinds down. He couldn't help hissing and furiously rubbing his eyes, taking quite some time to get used to the light.

Once he managed to open them and see somewhat properly he noted that Gamzee was staring into his fridge. About a minute or two passed before Gamzee did the same thing with the freezer, and then a cupboard.

Afterwards he turned to Karkat with an unreadable face expression.

"What?" Karkat asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, everything is pretty much empty."

Karkat sighed and shrugged, "So what?" he irritably asked, "I've not had time to shop. That's all."

"Are you expecting me to cook with motherfucking hopes and dreams?"

"Hopes, dreams and miracles, Gamzee. I thought you of all damned people wouldn't forget miracles."

The taller teen laughed loudly at that and grinned, "Man even I know that I can't make a fucking pie out of miracles. But if I could it would be a motherfucking delicious pie, I'm fuckin' sure of it!"

Karkat felt his lips pull up in a small smile, it didn't last long though. Anyway, he wasn't really hungry, but he felt bad for Gamzee walking all the way to his place, and now Karkat was just being an asshole. But he was most of the time an asshole... only difference was that he felt bad about it now.

"Gamzee... look, I'm sorry for being a jerk," Karkat bitterly said after thinking a while.

"Karkat, you're not a jerk, you're my motherfucking best friend!" Gamzee said with slightly tilted head, looking confused.

"Yeah, and yet I'm just a fucking asshole so I don't even get why you deal with me and my shit."

Gamzee grinned, "Would it even be you if you weren't an ass? And I bet you're a fucking softie deep down."

"Am not," Karkat said with a frown on his face.

"Whatever you say, brother. Now let's order some motherfucking pizza and watch one of your romcoms. Sounds fucking good, yeah?"

Karkat sighed. Well, at least it didn't involve talking about his feelings. Even though he had a feeling that Gamzee would make him talk later.

"Don't you have school tomorrow or-,"

"Go get a fuckin' romcom and sit down while I order food, Karkles."

Karkat rolled his eyes but stood up and headed out to the living room as Gamzee picked up his phone to order food, most likely from the pizza place down the street. It was the only place that was open all night long.

He guessed a bit of food wouldn't be too bad, perhaps it would take away the dizziness. He wasn't sure that the romcom would make him feel any better though.

With a sigh he sat down in front of a pile of movies and started to look through them. There was no point in trying to argue more with Gamzee.

He'd just have to watch a movie and hope that Gamzee would prod him about his feelings later.

AN: And that's it for chapter 2!
I don't really know when chapter 3 will come out, sometime this week I'd say but I can't specify since I start uni, and the days are quite long, plus I'll have to go there by train. Which takes up even more of my time :|
(But then again I'll have a laptop with me so I guess I can write on the train :D)

If you'd like to, please tell me what you think of this chapter! And thanks for reading :)