I was to excited and just couldn't wait to update this. I can't believe you guys accused me of putting JohnKat in this DaveKat story *cough* how did *cough* you know? *cough* *cough*. Any who, here's the next chapter.


"Oh really? Alright then, it's settled. I'll give you my phone number so that we can meet up." "Alright then." John grinned.

...

"Heeeeeeeey Dave!" Vriska walked down the hall stopping Dave on his tracks when he heard her voice. Dave whirled around to face her, "Uh hey Vriska. What's up?" "I got something you might want to see..."


Dave couldn't believe his eyes. He was staring at the screen of a smartphone being held by blue painted nails, on the screen was a picture of two boys with shocked expressions directed at the camera. They were in a rather... indecent position. The shorter of the boys, the one with a fierce fiery glare of stunning wine colored eyes, was sitting on top of the blue eyed boy's crotch- whom was lying on his back on the grass.

Dave's face remained in its usual calm reserved facade. Vriska's twisted in disappointment. "Awe, you aren't even showing any sign of emotion." "But of course my spider lily, I do not care for things that are obvious misunderstandings."

Vriska smirked inwardly, she found a weak point, "You are in denial Dave Strider. How can you be so sure what I took clear evidence of is just some misunderstanding? You weren't there, you didn't see the fierce passion of their sexual feelings towards one another." Dave said nothing for a little bit, "Whatever dude, even if Karkat and John are in that sort of relationship, what does it mean to me? It's none of my business, or yours." Another weak point, Vriska won another round. Dave never calls Karkat by his actual name, he always calls him some sort of stupid made up nick name. Him calling him by his name meant actual serious business. It is a good thing the spider is quite insightful for these type of things.

"Oh pleeeeeeeease, Dave. You stare at him like an unwrapped chocolate bar beginning to melt in the sun, with no one else there to eat it." Vriska tossed her black locks over her shoulder. "Besides, I have a video of what happened. I knew you wouldn't believe just some picture." she looked down at the screen of her phone and slid a finger across the screen then clicked once she found what she was looking for. "Here, look." She held up the phone up to Dave's face once more, up close and personal. The video starts of with John going backwards to lie his back on the grass, while seemingly pulling Karkat down on top of him. John and Karkat become a blushing mess. John says something, "Did you see that, he is whispering sweet nothings," Karkat grinds against him a bit, leaning down towards John's face, the video ends. "they were about to kiss, if it weren't for me they would have done so. Everyone knows you have a thing for him, Dave, so of course, being the considerate girl I am, I interrupted them for your sake. You're welcome." Vriska placed her phone back in her back jean pocket then looked at Dave with a beaming grin. Dave was speechless, Vriska's added narration to the video filled his mind with thoughts he rather not have.

Dave kept a stoic look on his face, "Um, thanks?" Dave walked away, well more like absconded.

He had a lot to think about.


John lied horizontally on his bed on his back, his legs were bent over the edge of the bed so that his feet touched the ground. He had his phone raised about his face, text bubbles were reflected across his sapphire eyes.

He had been texting the cute grump by the name of Karkat for the past two hours. Gog was that boy like a bittersweet addiction.

This is what they are currently texting:

John: Oh come on Karkat, I was just kidding.

John chuckled as he typed. He soon got a reply.

Karkat: Whatever asshat. Not like I give a shit about what pours out of your shit-eating food hole anyways.

John: Ok... Anyways, where could I pick you up this Saturday? And at what time?

Karkat: Just come by at my house (my address is xxxx xxxxxx xx ave.) around... 8pm, does that sound good?

John: I can't hear any of your text messages, but ok :B

Karkat: Hardy har har. Bravo, you are the most fucking hilarious guy I have ever met. Someone, give this guy a fucking oscar.

John: he he he :B. Anyways, can I ask you a favor?

Karkat: No

John: Ok thanks for accepting.

Karkat: ):B

John: :B

Karkat: Fine.

John: Could you not tell Dave about any of this?

Karkat: Why? Oh, wait never mind. I know why.

John: You do?

Karkat: You don't want your clandestine boyfriend knowing about you hanging out with his rival. (a.k.a. Me)

John: Boyfriend? What, no. Dave is my best friend.

Karkat: Whom you have flushed feelings for.

John: Oh my gosh, no. Is that the impression we've been giving you?

Karkat: ...

John: Well this is awkward.

Karkat: Hell yes

John: Um, well, Dave only flirts ironically. But we really are only bros. Besides, did I not mention i was not a homosexual?

Karkat: I call B.S.

John: I'm serious.

Karkat: And I'm Karkat. Hello Serious, it is not a pleasure to meet you.

John: Karkat ):B

Karkat: I'm Karkat, not you, you are Serious.

John: And you call me childish.

Karkat: I called you Serious. God Serious make up your mind, who are you?

John: John

Karkat: Well Johnnny, I have homework to do. Bye asshat, see ya later.

John smiled at the bright screen of his phone and then typed his last message.

John: By Kitty darling~

Karkat: What the fu-

John turned his phone off. He lied there thinking for a moment. His train of thoughts about Karkat reached an abrupt stop when the door leading to the hallway was slammed open by a bleach blonde in shades. "Bro, you, me, videogames, now."

"Well this is unexpected. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" John said sitting up on the edge of his bed with a hunched over position, with his face tilted so that he could look at Dave as he walked to the TV across the room. Dave spoke as he opened up the disc case of Advanced Warfare so that he could pop it into the xBox. "I did, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls." John's eyes lit up in realization. He had been talking to Karkat via text and he know remembered sllding his finger across the screen to dismiss texts and calls, ignoring whomever the caller was without even looking at the contact name.

"Oops, sorry dude. I was texting Karkat." as soon as the name rolled naturally off of John's tongue, Dave had stiffened in his perched position on the floor. Dave stood up and slowly turned to look at John with an unreadable expression. John thought he saw something flash behind the tinted mask of Dave's shades. "Oh. So you chose him over your best bro, that hurts man." Dave's usual playful smirk was plastered across his face once more, however, it was seemed... forced. John didn't smile back, he only gave Dave a concerned look. Dave's smirk vanished. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings Dave." John said. Dave shook his head, "You? Hurt me? Nice one Egderp." John chuckled uneasily.

The rest of their afternoon was awkward and mostly silent. After a whole two hours Dave and John finally crawled out of their awkward shell. They were conversing normally, like a pair of normal bros. But the difficult subject of a certain someone rose up again.

John couldn't help it. These days Karkat was the name always at the tip of his tongue "Yeah, but I think we would have even more fun if Karkat were here." John said. Dave resisted the urge to ask John about the video and picture Vriska had shown him. Patience is the key, after all. "Um, well Kitkat doesn't play videogames so, yeah." "Yeah he does." John said tapping his thumbs on the controller. Dave gave him a side glance before turning his attention back to the game. "Bro, Karkitty told me it himself when I asked him about coming over to my house once." "Well he was lying, I've actually played with Karkat online. He just doesn't like to tell people he actually likes to play videogames for some reason. Guess he trusts me." John said bluntly, Dave felt something sink at the bottom of his stomach. "Then why would he tell you? You've only known him for like two weeks." "And four days." "What?" Dave rose a brow. "I've known Karkles for exactly two weeks and four days." "You kept track?" "It seems so."

There was that same, burning, feeling in his heart again, the one Dave had felt when he had seen the picture and video. "What, are you guys like friends now?" "Yup, have been for a little while now." "Dude, Karbro fucking hates me, and you managed to become his friend in a couple days, when he doesn't even like glancing my way, after knowing him since elementary." Dave said, hiding the best he could -the hurt in his voice. John shrugged. John didn't know why, but he was feeling touchy about Dave questioning his friendship with Karkat. So John couldn't help it when he came of as if he were bragging. Maybe he really intentional was. "Guess Karkat and I are becoming closer as the days go by." Ooh he did not just say that. Dave's lips had become a visible frown. "I highly doubt it. BeepBeep Meow is not the type who makes friends so easily, without second thought, let alone open up to them." "Well I guess people change over time. Or maybe Karkat just really likes me." John this time turned to look at Dave, giving him a wink.

Dave was getting frustrated. I can't believe what Egderp is hinting at! How can it be? I thought Karkat hated John, at least it seemed that way at the beginning. Was that all... just an act so that John wouldn't find out his feelings for him? Does Karkat really like John? Dave bit his lip and continued playing the video game they were playing in front of the TV set up on a movie disk shelf.

"I thought you said you weren't a homosexual." Dave said bittersweetly. John had never heard this tone of voice from Dave before. It was like there was raging sparks of war flying around them. The air was so tense you could slice it with a knife. John was losing his patience, he was getting angry at Dave for a reason he couldn't quite place his finger on.

John freaking Egbert -for the first time in history- was feeling extremely cocky towards his best friend. He actually gave Dave Strider a cocky smirk, saying right after, "Well you see, that's also what I thought. But," John chuckled and placed his fingers hintingly on his lips, a sly smirk right behind them, "-Karkat is starting to change my mind." Dave's eyes widened in rage. He stood up along with John, they both let the controllers drop to the ground. John turned off the TV with the TV remote control then tossed it to his left on his bed. He kept his diamond orbs fixed on the crimson ones hidden behind a pair of shades the whole time.

Dave crossed his arms, "Are you saying you have a thing for Karkat?" Dave whispered leaning slightly towards John's face. John clenched his fists at his sides, "I don't know. What if I am?" Dave gulped and unfolded his arms, letting his hands drop limply to his sides. "Nothing." Dave turned around to face the door, "Forget about everything I just said. I hope you and Karkat are happy together. Goodbye John." Dave sped his way out the door and down the stairs, leaving behind a dumbfounded raven haired male staring at the open doorway.

Then it hit John, all of it, everything he had just said to Dave, the way John had been acting, and the deep guilt. John looked sadly down at his feet, "What did I just do?"


"Karkat, would you mind going to see who's at the door?" a polite voice called from one of the rooms, "Cronus and I are rather...busy. W-with our project." he quickly added. The raven haired boy with bags under his dark wine colored eyes rolled his eyes, Celibate, my ass. Couldn't he come up with a better excuse? Karkat mused to himself. The scowling boy opened the door only to find himself gaping at the person who stood there, panting, and sweating. "Strider? What the fuck are you doing here?" Dave wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "Karkat, I have come to challenge you. Please beat me." Karkat rose an eyebrow, "What? I mean, sure, whatever. But you better not go easy on me."