Chapter Seven

You're walking out of the woods; heart pounding in your chest. Why wouldn't it just leave you alone and quit beating so fast? You try your best to forget about it. Instead you think of what just happened. After he had quit crying he just kind of let you go and fell asleep up against the tree. Your plan doesn't go according to plan and brain commands your heart to speed up again. Stupid brain.

It's only a smidge darker out now than it was when you left your house, so it shouldn't be way too late.

In no time at all you're back at your house. Funny, you don't remember Rose's light being on when you left earlier. Shit. May as well face the music. You know it's pointless, but you quietly open the door and step in. The living room is still dark. Maybe Rose was just up reading or talking to Jade, and didn't actually notice you were gone at all.

You cross your fingers and walk over to the kitchen. Once there you pick up some paper towels and turn on the water. Can't have you waking up in the morning with blood all over you, can we? You dampen a few of the paper towels and bring them to your face. It feels nice and cool; you didn't realize that it was warmer than usual. Wouldn't that mean it was infected, or getting infected? The neosporin you'll take care of in the morning. You wash your hands and throw out the paper towels. Ok, almost all cleaned up. You slip your shirt off and walk back into the living room. There are no spare garments lying around on the floor, so you go upstairs.

Some of the stairs creak on your way up, and each time it happens you freeze up before continuing at an impossibly slow pace. If Dave had seen you right now, even he would've been laughing his ass off. But he isn't, so you take your caution very seriously until you're at the top. Letting out a small breath you didn't know you had been holding, you go into your room. Dave is asleep on his bed and relief floods through you. You sneak across the room to get a new shirt, and put the bloodied one in the drawer.

You know that you'll have to do the laundry to avoid questions from your dad on Sunday. Wait was today already Sunday? After slipping into the clean shirt you decide to check the time on you iPod; it's only 11:45. Close enough to midnight to consider Sunday. Putting your glasses on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed and close your eyes. Damn. You still had to wake up at 7 to go on your routine walks. Otherwise dad will know something's up. It only takes you a few more minutes of thinking about peaches to send you off to sleep.


You stretch out your legs, a little bit sore from walking more than you're used to. When you take in a deep breath it hurts your back from having slept on it wrong. Damnit, that hurt. Your hand rubs your eyes than reflexively reaches for your glasses but they aren't there.

"Looking for these?" You blink the blurriness away to reveal a face with sunglasses on it hovering above you. A quiet mm-hmm is your answer. "I don't know if I should give them to you or not. Santa didn't visit last night." He smirks and dangles the glasses just out of reach.

"Dave. I really don't feel like putting up with you or your shitty shenanigans this morning." You yawn and sit up. Honestly, you were tired, and had places to be. Couldn't he just get over the fact that you did NOT want to kiss him. Jesus, you get into it one time and he acts like you're tied to him with some red string, or whatever they say in sappy romance movies. You grab a fistful of Dave shirt and pull him in close enough to you to snatch your glasses back.

"Watch out, we got a fucking alliteration badass over here." He hmphs and sits on your bed, arms crossed. "You don't have to ruin everything Egbert."

"Dave, how many times do I have to tell you that saying memes out loud, more so even in a conversation, is extremely uncool." You stretch out your legs again and realize that you're still wearing your jeans…and shoes. Damnit, can you even get any more stupid?

"Says the idiot who actually says them." He has a point.

"Well I didn't say I was cool, did I? Nor am I trying to be." You shrug. Fuck him. That comeback was awesome. And definitely un-top-able. You should really stop making your own words.

"I say them for ironic purposes." He poker faces back at you and you really want to hit him. Instead you suppress the urge and settle for shoving him off the bed. Serves the prick right.

While he's distracted with the 'shoving off the bed' ruse (Would that even be a ruse? Well it is now.) You kick your shoes off under the covers. You don't remember whether or not you had been wearing shoes when talking to him last night, but if you hadn't been it wouldn't be wise to let him see that you had put shoes on.

"Egbert, what the fuck?" He stands up and gives you a death glare; you feel shivers run down your spine even with the shades there to block most of the animosity out. Hehehe…hehehe? Wait what's he doing? Why do you even bother asking anymore?

He pushes you back onto your bed so you're lying down and now he's over top of you. "Dave. I really need to be going." You put your hand on his chest and try to shove him off. It doesn't work those and he just puts more weight on you. Why does this have to happen now?

He leans down until your mouths are only centimeters apart. "You haven't done anything with me since yesterday." You look down at his lips right before he touches them to yours to see that they're in a smile. He was really enjoying himself, wasn't he?

Only ten seconds in and his licking at your lips, so you open up. His tongue invades your mouth and you hold back a little moan. You didn't have time for this. Nonchalantly you reach into your pocket and grab your iPod to check the time. It's only 7:15, good. Maybe he'd only want to make out for like 5 minutes. Then you could be on your merry way to go see Karkat.

Your chain of thoughts is wrecked when he separates and looks down at you. "You aren't kissing back." He slides his shades off and looks down at you. "But you were just a minute ago. What's up?"

"Hehehe…" You laugh nervously. Shit, man. What were you going to say? "Well. You do know that I don't have any genuine romantic feelings toward you, right?" He cocks his head to the side. "It's just that, if you like me, I don't want to be leading you on your anything is all. Plus I really should go on my wa-"

He interrupts you with a quick peck. "It's fine, Egbert. I know you don't. I didn't say you needed to like me." He smiles seductively again. "All you need to do is like my body." What the fuck? People don't even TALK like that in real life. Hey look he's kissing you again.

Sighing inwardly, you kiss back, neglecting the thoughts coming to your mind. All your brain is telling you to think of is how wrong this is, but after what happened yesterday you're learning to disregard what your brain tells you to do. You settle for thinking of other things. Like Karkat. Karkat, get the fuck out of your head; you don't belong there right now. Then what does belong in your head? Nothing, you guess.

After a few minutes you get bored, and are ready to tell Dave that it's really time to call it quits. But he stops attacking your mouth for you, and moves to your cheek. "What happened here…?" He breathes against your cheek before licking it. Damnit Dave.

"Yea I really don't kno-!" He licks your cheek and down to your neck. Your breath hitches and you grab his shoulders. "Dave. Stop." You can feel your face heating up and heart beating faster a whole lot more than necessary. His tongue drags along your collar bone, leaving a thin trail of spittle. This is kind of disgusting, but you just want to see how far this will progress. Or maybe you kind of like it. No. You don't.

His hands pull down your covers some and his hands slip under your shirt. This needs to end. He comes up again to kiss you again, sucking slightly on your tongue. You can feel yourself getting slightly hard. This isn't good. "Dave. No. That's enough. I don't want to do anything else." He ignores you again and dips down, licking your chest. His leg goes in between your legs and pushes up against you.

"DAVE." With some adrenalin, you sit up and push him to the other end of the bed. "I said stop…" You slip your shoes back on and, without bothering to bring your phone or even change clothes, exit the room. You stomp down the stairs and see Rose and Jade asleep on the couch. Thank god they were asleep.

You open the front door and leave. You really want to slam the door but don't.


You get over to the woods faster than usual; you had powerwalked through the neighborhood and ran the last little bit. You guess leaving like that might raise some questions, and create an even weirder situation with Dave tonight, but the fucks you could potentially give are nowhere to be found.

When you go to check your iPod again for the time, it's dead. It has to be at least 7:45. If you were actually thinking straight whenever Dave was trying to…well…do Dave stuff with you, then you might actually know a better time estimate. Seriously though, you said no. Shouldn't he have respected that? You run a hand through your hair.

"Karkat?" You call. Shit. You didn't bring him anything to eat this morning.

"It's sunny." He complains. Following the sound of his voice, you find him quickly. At least he was awake this morning. He's lying down next to what is probably the same tree as yesterday morning and last night. Your jacket is covering up most of his curled up form, but the very top of his head is sticking out. "I'm hungry."

You frown. "Sorry. I got kind of pissed off this morning and stormed out of my house without getting anything before I left." He peaks out from under the jacket and throws daggers at you with his eyes.

"You actually get pissed off? Well fuck me silly, didn't think you had it in you." He shifts so he's lying on his back. "Too bad you went and did it when it actually mattered. Just a hungry innocent fucking alien life on the line here."

Your eye twitches a little bit and you smiley a little bit too nicely. "You're one to talk, Mr. Yell at Every Last Thing and Say 'Fuck' Every Other Word." You laugh stupidly for the dramatic affect. "I'll be back later with food."

"Remember the peaches." He says flatly, staring up and the underside of the trees. You follow his gaze and, without finding anything interesting, lay down a few feet away from him. You feel kind of bad for him having nothing to do out here all day besides look around.

When you sigh you see your breath and it finally hits you; you're freezing your ass off. Oh well, you don't want to go back home yet. You let your eyes close; maybe you could fit in a nap.

"What's wrong?" You vaguely hear Karkat say.

"I'll tell you in a little bit..." And with that you fall asleep.


AN: hey guys :D Im really happy with all the people who like this. Thank you soo much again! So lets see here, I really need to pick out days to go back and fix some things in other chapters; grammer, spelling, and a few minor things. Maybe wednesday. Thank you for all the reviews with helpful critisism, pointing out some of the errors I made, or just saying you like the story; they mean a lot to me! Now Im sure we've all heard of whose headed up the east coast, and she's supposed to pass (like almost spot on) where I am. I'll definitely still write, and even upload using a school computer if I have to ^u^ love you dudes! byyeee