AN: Hi guys! Seraph here, just wanted to say that I'm changing the way I upload my stories. Instead of waiting for me to finish the next chapter in the sequence before I release my finished chapters, I'm going to go ahead and post them on a one and done basis. That way I can keep the updates regular, and have some sort of balance with my fic for Kuroshitsuji. I'm trying to keep the word count and things even on them, but right now the Kuro one is 1,000 words ahead so chapter four will be extra long for you guys :D
Disclaimer: As much as I would love it, I don't own Homestuck. That is the creative brain baby of Andrew Hussie.
When Karkat awoke, Gamzee wasn't in bed with him. It wasn't unusual, Gamzee generally had to leave from their weekly hangouts early for appointments and things that couldn't be done over the course of the week. His parents home-schooled him, but they kept Gamzee on a strict schedule.
Karkat shivered in the morning light. It couldn't have been more than eight in the morning. The screams from his nightmare still reverberated in his head. He wished more than anything that Gamzee wasn't gone. His eyes closed for a moment, then he felt arms slipping around his waist.
"Hey bro." Gamzee's voice was in his ear, and Karkat relaxed against him.
"H-hey. You're still here. I thought your parents had picked you up."
"Nah, I don't have anything scheduled today." The unspoken for once rang through the air. Gamzee pulled Karkat closer, enjoying the closeness. Gamzee thought Karkat smelled particularly good, whether it was from some body wash, or just his natural smell it was unknown.
Karkat turned in Gamzee's arms and gently kissed Gamzee. The juggalo kissed him back softly; Karkat's hands slid up to tangle in his hair.
"Kar." Gamzee whispered and pulled him closer.
Karkat shivered softly. God how he wished his parents weren't home. He wanted to be even closer. "Y-yeah?"
Gamzee laughed softly, stroking his hair. "We should be...careful." Karkat was blushing heavily. He didn't trust his voice so he nodded in acceptance. He had no clue how his parents would react. Gamzee brushed a dark lock out of Karkat's face. "You've been growing your hair out?"
Once again Karkat nodded. "Yeah," the boy laughed, "I've been growing it out for awhile."
"Oh, guess I never really noticed. Of course you never know something till you touch it bro." Gamzee laughed. His comments never made sense somtimes.
Karkat laughed along with him and kissed his cheek. "You're cute." Gamzee blushed and nuzzled Karkat softly.
The two were a perfect match. Their bodies were the perfect moulds, one fitting where the other lacked. "Bro, have you ever wondered about what the stars were?" Gamzee looked up at the ceiling; as if the popcorn texture were stars.
"Hot balls of gas?"Karkat chuckled and threaded his fingers with Gamzee's. "I mean, that's what they're made of."
"Yeah but, that's just what they tell us. What if they're angels man? What if that's where we go? How fucking cool would that be? To be staring at angels all the time."
Karkat sighed softly. "It...it'd be great. Knowing that everyone you've ever loved are right there and they're alright."
Gamzee nodded and kissed Karkat's cheek. "It's gonna be alright Karbro, just you wait. It's gonna be alright." The two continued to lay in bed. They were comforted by their sheer proximity alone. The quiet of the atmosphere and the comfort brought on by Gamzee relaxed Karkat enough that he soon fell into a peaceful slumber.
When Karkat awoke, Gamzee was gone again. After checking his watch, he decided that the older boy had in fact gone home. It was nearing three in the afternoon and he had yet to eat anything. The disabled boy sighed as he hauled himself out of bed and strapped on the infernal contraption that was supposed to heal his leg and grabbed his crutches. He then hobbled out to the kitchen.
"Glad that you joined the land of the living Karkat." His mother's voice floated from over by the sink. She was washing the dishes from breakfast and lunch. He wasn't sure if Gamzee had fixed himself anything or not. 'You're such a shitty friend Vantas.'
"Karkat, you're still in your pajamas?" The older woman sighed as she caught sight of her son.
The teen nodded and sat down at the island; setting his crutches beside him. "Yeah, didn't feel like getting dressed today."
His mother laughed softly. "You haven't eaten at all have you?" It wasn't unlike Karkat to miss a meal. Karkat's stomach grumbled in response, making his mother laugh harder. "Alright, I'll fix you something to snack on since dinner is soon." She gently ruffled his hair and moved over to the refrigerator. "Karkat. Why do we have so many bottles of Faygo?"
"I thought Gamzee would drink them all." Karkat mumbled softly.
"Karkat, Gamzee...Gamzee couldn't possibly drink this much." Her voice was softer now. "Your appointment with Dr. Lalonde is tomorrow. Maybe...Maybe you should talk with her about Gamzee?"
Karkat made a face, but nodded. "Yeah, I guess I have new stuff to tell her anyways." He heaved a sigh and fiddled with a pin in his crutch.
"Here sweetie...Your favorite." She gave a small smile. His mother had been acting so strange around him since the accident, like she was afraid to break him.
Karkat thanked her and began to nibble on his food. Suddenly he wasn't so hungry anymore. The air was filled with tension, and Karkat couldn't tell what he had done wrong. He waited for his mother to leave and slipped the remainder of the food into a small plastic container for later.
'What was that all about?' He thought as he grabbed is phone from his desk. He smiled a little to himself when he saw that he had a message from Gamzee.
'HeY bRo, YoU'rE SlEePiN' NoW, bUt I hAd To Go, TaLK tO YoU LaTEr'
Karkat began typing out a reply. 'IT'S OK, HAVE A FUN TIME WITH WHATEVER CREEPY CLOWN SHIT YOU'RE UP TO TONIGHT.' He frowned as he pressed the shift key, testing to see if the key would come unstuck. It was no such luck, he was stuck typing like this for the time being.
While he fiddled with his key, the device rang. An eerie melody floated from the speakers. "Karkat. What's up?"
"Karkat, your mother called me and said you might want to talk to me? Is everything alright."
Of course Lalonde would call him on the advice of his mother. "Yeah, I'm fine. " His tone was less than conversatonal.
"Alright Karkat, remember. Your session is first thing tomorrow morning."