Chapter One
You're in the bathroom awaiting your currently sober boyfriends arrival, he's only sober because he needed to see his dad today. Why are you in the bathroom, you ask? Oh yes, you're covering your face with layer upon layer of concealer and foundation. You manage to cover the bruises and scratches littering your face. You also cover your hands, wrists, and the unwanted hickeys and bruise. They flutter and flush the skin at the nape of your neck. You don your shades and take a deep breath as you hear the door fly open. You rush downstairs to the, much to your surprise, sober boy standing in front of you. He stares at you and grumbles, "what?" You hug him, crushing and contorting your body into immense pain, but it doesn't matter. Karkat's here, he's sober, everything is good. He pushes you off lightly and you hold back the frown trying to tug at your lips. "…are you hungry?" You smile at him as he shakes his head, already looking for his liquor , "nah, thanks though…" He finds a bottle and you jump in front of him, " c-can we watch a movie!?" He sets the bottle down with shaky hand, "okay…" He walks over to the couch and lays on it, "romcom romcom romcom." You put one in, a smile tugging at your lips as you curl up to him. He sighs, " Dave I know it's makeup." You just hold him, "it doesn't matter… I'm okay. I just… I just want to lay here with you. Please" Karkat just wraps his arms around your waist. Everything is peaceful.