Writers comment: I need to remember to stop saying "Artist comment" on this. Sorry that chapters are short and poorly written. I'm not much of a writer as I have said...Quite a lot... ANYWAY. Updates are slow as my memory is incredibly fuzzy on the whole situation so i'm having to throw in random events to actually MAKE this last past 4 chapters... Really sorry guys - Kodiie/Wolfie.
Your name is Dave Strider. Oh. You again? Huh. Whatever.
As you were saying, for reasons that escape you...I mean, it's not like this was one of your sisters fanfic's right? No. This was real life. And people were DEFIANTLY not reading this.
AS YOU WERE SAYING. Your name is Dave Strider and you're currently clutching your mobile phone so tight in your grasp you're surprised it hasn't shattered yet. You can hear Karkat repeating your name down the other end of the line over and over again, Worry slipping into his voice. You're shaking and its becoming uncomfortably hot. You swallow down your fear and stutter out a simple, "I-i'm here..." In response to the frantic albino. You hear him let out a shaky breath before going into a rant about how he thought you had "dropped fucking dead and he had have to try and find the fuck out where your sorry ass lived so he could revive you then slap you." You didn't like the sound of that.
"I was taking a piss. Did you honestly want to hear me?" You lie through your teeth but he buys it.
"NO! THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING-" And hes off on one again. God how you missed his voice.
"Karkat, Babe, calm the fuck down." You cut his rant short and smile when he does stop. "I was joking with you. Do you know what a joke is? Do you need me to tell you?" He huffs and you could practically HEAR the blush in his voice at the nickname.
"No fuckass...Anyway! Why the fuck did you call me?" He huffs again and you have to resist the urge of fanboying down the phone like Bro does when he watches MLP. You shudder at the simple thought of that show. Oh wait did he ask why you called? Shit you can't think of a good enough excuse. Shit shit shit.
"Bored. Gamzee wasn't picking up and John is with Jade." You bite your lip, it was a pretty weak lie but you couldn't think of something better. You swallow as you wait for what feels like hours for his reply.
"You were bored. You have a fucking laptop Strider! You have the whole fucking internet to keep you entertained, but nooooo! Instead you call me."
"What can I say? Porn gets boring after a while and I missed your voice babe~" You smirk as you hear him stutter then curse at you. At least it wasn't a lie this time...
"Whatever...I need to go. Getting the train back ho-"
"You're in Belfast?" You cut him off once again and you can't stop that little shred of hope that runs through you or the smile that splits across your face. You didn't know why you were so eager to see him again. Like, you HAVE a boyfriend who just HAPPENS to be his best friend. You tap your finger against your mouth and chew your lower lip.
"Yes...I came up to see Gamzee..." He sounds hesitant about his answer but you don't question it.
"Where?"
"Botanic. I can't stay any longer though. Kankri needs me home."
"Oh..." Your smile drops and you feel your heart sink to your stomach. "That's okay...Talk to you online then." Before he can reply, you end the call and fall back in your chair.
Why did it hurt so much?
Karkat, be confused about the guilty feeling that's overtaking your body ==
You stare at your phone for a few seconds the slip it back into your pocket. Weird. Dave sounded a little let down at the fact you couldn't meet up.
You shrug off the thought but the guilty feeling sticks to you like super glue. You sigh and pull up your hood as you walk out of the bandstand and to the small train station down the road. When you get there, you walk down to your train and hope on. It doesn't take long till the train begins to move and you get pulled into a world of music and confusing thoughts.
Why did he sound so happy when he found out you were in town? Was it because you'd become one of his "best bros"? You frown and turn up your music louder as you try to drown out the thoughts and the odd feeling stirring in your chest. Of course, that didn't work.
He sounded really upset that you couldn't meet him though...Which confused you even more. It HAD to be because you's are friends. Right? Right? You sigh and stare at your reflection in the window. The answer just didn't seem to fit in. It was like a jigsaw puzzle and you just couldn't get that one piece to fit no matter how hard you tried. You rub at your temples and go back off into your thoughts, ignoring the guilt and the voices. "I just want to go home..." You whimper to yourself. Why did this have to happen? You didn't want to feel like this. You had washed the blood from your hands when you had grown up. You had done your bit! It wasn't fair. You didn't want to be reminded of all that. You had wanted to grow up, move out, get the life YOU wanted. You wanted to rid yourself of the demons in your past and just move on, to beat the ones you had now and be free of their grasp. You let out a weary sigh as you find yourself back at the station...Back home. You didn't want to be here. But...you knew you couldn't keep running to Gamzee and John everytime you didn't want to go back to them. It wasn't fair on them.
You step off the train and walk into the station, head low, white hair covering your eyes, music blasting in your ears as it blocks out the harsh reality of the real world. You snap your head up as a hand grabs your shoulder and spins you around. You look up to snap at whoever dared touch you, when you fall silent and freeze up as you catch their eyes.
"Hello, Karkat."Fuck.