Two chapters in one day! I'm on a roll!

Anyways, this is more fluff. From now on this is basically going to be drama, fluff, and sadstuck. Sorry, I don't do lemon if that's what you're looking for.

Quick notice, the next chapter is gonna take longer than these past few have unless I post tomorrow; I'm taking a job for the weekdays for this week, then it's back to summer boredom... so yeah.

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Have a nice morning/day/evening/night you guys, and enjoy!

~Dave POV~

His laugh. His smile. His name, his complexion, his eyes, his hair, his everything. You couldn't stop thinking about Karkat Vantas, and it was amazing.

Even when you first bumped into him, you couldn't stop staring. He was breathtaking, his eyes were the purest shade of chocolate brown and the artificial light of the hallway gleamed in just the right way. You had realized he had been giving you a weird look and stopped staring, but wow, you were basically sold to that man the second you saw him.

And later, in the snow, after you had gotten over the initial shock of the weather, you looked to him and felt like you couldn't even function. The snow was littered over his turtleneck in delicate patterns and his eyes looked even lighter in the white light. He had his long sleeves pulled up over his fingers due to the cold, and he was smiling. It had lit up his whole face, his cheekbones prominent, and his hair had framed his face. The white snow had looked like it was dancing in his hair as he moved his head, and it'd shown up well against his raven black mane. His lashes were covered in white, sugary snow, and you'd noticed that when he laughed his eyes scrunched up in this cute way that made you smile.

Now, in your car, he's still slightly shivering, but not as much as he had been outside. His hands are positioned in his sleeves, and his eyelashes still have a thin coating of white on them. He is curled up, knees to his chest, and his arms are pressed up with them. His hands are clenched near rosy cheeks and feet are sitting on the seat. My coat is wrapped around him, and he pulls it tighter around him, snuggling into it.

You may be a cool kid, but it still takes all of your strength not to fangirl SO hard in this moment.

"So where are we going?" He looks at you and you blink.

"I don't know babe, where do you want to go?" You can see him blush even if it blends in quite a bit with his already red cheeks.

"Why don't we go somewhere warm. Possibly with hot chocolate. That stuff is always the best after snow." You inwardly smile. Cute. The drive doesn't seem to take long at all, and after an amount of time that doesn't seem long enough, you pull up in front of your apartment complex. He blinks at you.

"Strider," He pauses.

"What the fuck are we doing at what I assume is your house?" You hold up your hands.

"Just thought we could make hot chocolate like you said and watch some movies. I have some DVD's and Netflix. You can choose the first film if I get second pick."

He looks at you for a second before making a decision with a sigh.

"Fine." You smile, and pull open your door, swinging your body out. Karkat follows suit. The two of you walk up the stairs and into your small apartment. It's a two bedroom, two bath apartment with a kitchen and living room kind of squished into the same place. Your bedroom is down the hall along with your bro's, but he won't be home for quite a bit due to work, so you don't have to worry about him scaring Karkat for life with puppets or some shit.

Karkat sits on the couch as you walk over and grab the remote, turning the TV on. He rifles through the movie collection for a minute, but after apparently not finding anything worthwhile. "Netflix." You throw him the remote and sit next to him. The couch isn't all that large, just enough for two people, so you and him are almost touching, but not quite. You're glad your round aviators are large enough to hide the slight blush that you can feel heating your cheeks.

Before you know it, you hear music and look up at the TV. You didn't see what he picked, but you suppose you'll find out. The beginning of the movie rolls, and you kind of laugh as you realize what he has picked.

"What?" He looks at you with an almost pouty face, hinted with annoyance.

"Mean girls? Seriously?" He scoffs in offense that you can't categorize as sarcastic or serious with certainty and he punches you lightly in the arm. You double over your arm in pain dramatically, groaning in fake pain. He just punches you playfully again, and you laugh. When you look back up his eyes are trained on the television, but you can see a blush falling over his cheeks. With that, hot chocolate is forgotten and interest shoots upon Karkat's face.

The rest of the movie is rather uneventful for you, but not for Karkat. He gets totally into it, and his facial expressions are priceless. Instead of watching the movie, you find that you're more watching him. Before you know it the movie is over, and he's crying happy tears. You smile and reach around his shoulder pulling his head towards you and kissing his hair. Before he has time to react, you get up and pull a certain DVD from the stack, pushing it into the player. Pressing play, you sit back down on the couch and grab his hand.

Surprisingly, he doesn't protest. Instead, he interlocks his fingers with yours, and you can't help but smile.

The movie starts playing, and his eyes widen at the screen.

"YOU DID NOT JUST PUT IN THE EXORCIST." You smirk, giving his hand a little squeeze. Not half an hour into the movie, he's wrapped in your arms, eyes wide and shaking slightly. He's clutching your shirt, fingers digging into the fabric, and you have your chin rested on the top of his head. He squeaks, and you chuckle.

"You wanna change it?" He nods, eyes still glued to the screen, and you use the remote to change it to just regular old TV. He breathes a visible sigh of relief and although the movie is shut down, burrows farther into your lap.

"Hey Karkles?"

"Hmm?"

"Look at me." He turns around in your embrace, head tilted slightly up facing you. Before you can psych yourself out, you go for it. You push your face forward and your pale lips collide with soft ones. It feels so good to finally connect with him like this, and after getting over the initial shock, he kisses you back. In this moment, it's just you and him, connected and feeling and alive. You pull back, both of you taking a breath before you look back into his eyes.

"I know we met recently, but I really like you, and I was wondering if mayb-"

"Hell fucking yes I'll be your boyfriend."You smile and kiss him again, and you feel him smile back into the kiss. He wraps his arms around your neck and you slide yours up and down his back, eventually settling on his hips. The two of you make out for a while, only stopping to breath, before you finally break apart and smile at each other.

He settles back into your lap facing the TV and you set your head in the crook of his covered neck. You take in his scent, which is a subtle smell that you can't place. Maybe pomegranate? He's warm, and you find yourself dozing, eventually feeling the world fade away. Your last thought is simple, but comes with a great deal of meaning to you;

Thank gog I skipped gym class.