It was finally Friday.
It was fucking FINALLY Friday.
Today was finally the day that Dave said he'd drive me up to Sacramento to finally meet Gamzee. I woke up extra early (as if I don't wake up early enough as is) and quickly snapped open my laptop, hoping for Gamzee to be online so I could video chat with him and tell him how excited I was. But, once again, he was offline, which was very fucking disappointing. But whatever, I'd see him in person today anyways, so it wasn't a big deal. The idiot was probably just sleeping or something. It was like, five am right now, after all.
I shook my head and made my way into the bathroom, brushing my teeth before going into the shower to get ready. After my shower I wrapped a towel around my waist (which wasn't exactly necessary since I was literally the only one home at the moment) and went over to my closet. I had no clue what I wanted to wear today. It needed to be something decent since I was going to meet my boyfriend but... Fuck. What would Gamzee like?
Wait.
No.
I was not doing this.
I practically slapped myself on the forehead for even thinking about giving a fuck about what I was going to wear. I sounded like some fourteen year-old girl going out on her first date! There was no way I was going to allow myself to sink down to that level. No goddamn way.
Groaning, I grabbed a grey sweater off of a hanger and threw it on. It was a very basic, plain sweater except for the fact that is had the word 'NO.' across it in all caps in a bright red font. I didn't even remember buying this sweater but fuck, it was in my closet and I was going to wear it.
I moved over to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer. Once again I found myself fretting over what I should wear... God fucking damnit! Why did I even care?! It wasn't like the guy was gonna take my pants off and see my underwear anyways! I was not that easy and there was no way I would let myself sleep with him after just meeting him. It wasn't going to happen!
I rolled my eyes then pulled on some purple boxers, throwing on my plain denim skinny jeans over them. This would have to fucking do and if Gamzee didn't like it then oh fucking well. He'd just have to deal.
I heard my phone vibrate from across the room and I was sort of hoping that it'd be Gamzee. But when I picked up the phone and checked it was just Dave. Jeez.
NO I HATE THIS ASSHOLE at 5:39 AM - im gonna take you right after school so like pack your shit for the weekend and bring it with you yeah
You at 5:40 AM - YEAH OK WHATEVER. YOU WANT ME TO MEET YOU IN THE PARKING LOT AFTER SCHOOL AT YOUR CAR?
NO I HATE THIS ASSHOLE at 5:40 AM - obviously
You at 5:41 AM - FUCK YOU. I WAS JUST MAKING SURE, ASSWIPE.
And that guy wondered why I set his name on my phone to 'NO I HATE THIS ASSHOLE'...
Going back over to my closet I just threw two other random shirts, some more pairs of underwear and jeans, and some socks into my bag. I also grabbed my toothbrush and shoved it in there because there was no way I was going to let myself forget my own toothbrush and then be forced to share Gamzee's. That would be... disgusting, to say the least.
Now I needed something with his address on it. I should have made sure I had something with it on there before I even asked for Dave to take me all the way up to Sacramento but I was being stupid and not thinking. Really stupid. How were we supposed to get there without the address?!
I frantically searched around my room before seeing a box in my closet. It was the box that Gamzee had used to send me my birthday present in! I smiled and quickly grabbed it, glad to have finally found something with his address on it. I remembered when I had first got this package, he had sent me a little stuffed animal crab because he said I was 'crabby and motherfucking small and cute like a crab' and I always lied and told him I hated this present but the truth was that I loved it dearly. That little crab plush always remained on my bed, safe and sound there for me to cuddle with at night. Wow that came out sounding alot gayer than I meant for it to sound.
I placed the empty box down on my desk and scribbled the address down on a sheet of paper, stuffing that in my bag as well. Now we could actually know where exactly we were going.
Once I was sure that I had everything I would need for the weekend at Gamzee's I walked outside and to the bus stop. I was early today, obviously, so John and Dave weren't by my side waiting with me this time. Actually, I didn't think they would be riding the bus at all today since Dave had to drive me to Gamzee's later. They were probably just going to go to school in Dave's car today which was fucking fantastic news. No flaming PDA this morning, thank god.
I basically followed and stalked Dave all day during school. Even in math, the class we don't have together, I kept an eye on him through the window that conveniently panned out to his Language Arts class. I had to make sure nothing happened to mess up our plans. Like, what if he suddenly got sick and had to go home? Or if he fell asleep in class and ended up in detention? No. I was not going to let any of that bullshit happen and if it did I would stop it. Because nothing was going to get in the way of me getting with Gamzee.
Once the bell rung and we were dismissed, I rushed out of the school to find Dave outside in front of his car with John. ...Making out with him. I swear those two could not go five seconds without sucking face, it was so fucking annoying.
"HEY DIPSHITS!"
Dave glanced at me somewhat, shrugged, then went back to frenching with John.
He annoyed me so fucking much.
"Don't just ignore me, stop fucking John's mouth for one goddamn second and get in the fucking car so we can go!" I fumed, glaring at him.
He groaned then let go of John, waving to him as John went off to go catch the bus home.
"Man, don't act like you won't be doing the same thing with Gamezee when you see him tonight, Karkat."
"...Gamzee. It's pronounced Gamzee."
"That's what I said."
"No. You said Gamezee. Fucking say it right!"
Dave laughed before opening the car door and getting in. I just stood outside of the car still, glaring at him even more.
"Are you gonna get in the car or what?"
"Not until you say Gamzee's name right, Evad!"
"...Did you just call me Evad?"
"Yes. Evad."
"What is that even...?"
"IT'S FUCKING DAVE SPELLED BACKWARDS, IDIOT. YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID, I SWEAR TO GOD. I HATE YOU SO MUCH."
Dave raised a brow at me before breaking out into laughter again, making me scowl.
"What the fuck is funny?!"
"You. Oh my god, you're comedic gold, Karkat."
I wasn't trying to be funny and if Dave laughed one more time I would probably end up shoving my fist down his throat.
"NOTHING IS FU-"
"You know if you keep yelling like that I might not want to take you anymore."
...Shit, I wasn't going to risk it. Reluctantly, I got into the car, growling in annoyance. Dave started the car and backed out of the school's parking lot, speeding out of the place so he could get in front of the school buses. The guy drove like a mad man but I really didn't mind the speeding if it meant I could get to Gamzee sooner.
"Do you have the address?" He asked, glancing over to me as he drove. He should really keep his eyes on the road...
"Yeah," I rummaged through my overstuffed bag and finally found the crumpled sheet of paper I had wrote down the address on, passing it over to Dave so he could get us there.
He stared at the paper for a bit and then set it aside, taking out his phone to put the address into his navigation app. "It says we'll be there in like an hour and a half."
That was a whole half hour shorter than I was expecting, which made me smile ever so slightly. "Good. I'm just going to fucking sleep the whole ride though."
Dave shrugged then turned on the radio. He went through a few stations and apparently none of them were good enough for him so instead he connected his iPod and started playing some of his own music.
And by some of his own music, I do mean some of his own music.
I thought I was going to sleep during the whole ride but his music was so awful that doing so seemed impossible now. How the fuck did Dave listen to this shit?! It sounded horrendous and almost as glitchy as that god awful webcomic the guy ran.
"Dave your music is horrible, turn it off!"
"Oh okay."
I thought he was going to be a pal and turn it off but no. He just turned it up louder and started driving slower. This asshole was torturing me.
"Fuck you, Dave! Ughhhh!" I groaned as I covered my ears and tried to fall asleep again. It took a while but eventually I found myself blacked out in slumber, thank the heavens.
"Yo man, we're here." I felt a nudge on my shoulder as I woke up, turning groggily to Dave. We were parked in front of a really nice house in the middle of some really nice neighborhood full of other really nice houses. Everything was... really nice. Too nice.
"Where are we...?" I asked, yawning and stretching a bit in my seat.
"At your boyfriend's house, apparently."
My eyes widened and I looked outside the window again, fully awake this time. This fucking magnum opus neighborhood was the one that Gamzee lived in?! I couldn't believe it, I was expecting some really lame small house in the middle of a trailer park or some shit. Not this!
"A-Are you sure we're in the right neighborhood?!"
Dave glanced down at the sheet of paper with the address sprawled across it and nodded. "Yeah, here look."
He passed me the paper and I compared the two addresses. He was right, this was it. This was the house that Gamzee lived in. The fucker never told me he was rich!
I picked my bag up and looked back over to Dave nervously. "Well then, I guess I'm gonna fucking go..."
He smirked a little and gave me a thumbs up. "I'll pick you up on Sunday night probably. Just give me a call if you need anything."
I slapped his stupid thumb down before getting out of the car. Hesitantly, I waved goodbye to Dave and he did the same back to me before driving off and away.
Turning back to the house, I sighed. This was all really happening. I was just a few feet away from my boyfriend and this was probably the most nerve wracking moment of my life.
I slowly made my way up to his front door and gulped. Okay, I was going to do this. I was going to just fucking ring the doorbell and lunge myself into Gamzee's arms or something lame like that.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
My had shook nervously as it ghosted over the doorbell.
Here goes nothing.
Ding dong.
