Okay I can never fucking end fanfics well enough to satisfy my readers. So I think this will be the lassssssstt chapterrrrrrrrrrrrrr becaussssssssse I can't think of anything elsssssssssssssssssssseee for the plottttttt.

Thanks cannibalisticReaper for the epilogue advice.

BLUH.

Oh yeah and I make a cameo in this one btw ahhaahhhahahahahahhh gahhhd dangit. Just to let you know it's not usually how I act with other artists, I can draw and i'm pretty confident in myself so just yeah

I don't know. I hope you enjoy this.

Come to Senior Prom on Friday at 9:30! Food, fun and music! Tickets on sale Friday! $5.00 each!

This was what Karkat read on the poster-paper sign that had been plastered to the hall with scotch tape. Student Council put them up all over the school the week before, and nobody could avoid seeing them. They were painted with neon colors in all caps with the school mascot, a playing card with all four signs and a bowling hat. His name was Deuce and they were the MC Secondary Mobsters.

"Classy," Karkat thought, walking through the crowd of students. He was trying to ignore the actual subject of prom, since Gamzee hadn't asked him to go yet and it was the day of Prom. It was making him nervous. The year before, every time the school was holding a dance, the second he saw the posters, Gamzee would ask Karkat if he'd go with him and Karkat always replied with "Of course, fuckass, I'm your boyfriend".

But the fact that he hadn't asked him yet, what with the cheap signs up for as long as they had been, was bothering the short kid. It was weird. He was starting to worry about how Gamzee felt about them. They had been together for more than a year and they lived in the same house- shared a bed even. Gamzee was always hugging him and kissing him and embarrassing him and making his heart go all funky and his face get hot and-

"Vantas, stop thinking about it, people are going to fucking notice," Karkat thought again, shaking his head. He noticed that his hair was a lot shaggier than it had been a few months ago. It had gotten longer, too. Not as much as Gamzee's, though. His was down to his shoulderblades, still soft and wavy and nearly pitch-black. The juggalo had also grown a whopping four inches during the three-month long summer break, and now he was a full thirteen inches taller than Karkat. Karkat hadn't grown much at all, and he was convinced he'd reached the end of his process of growing. Gamzee just thought it was cute, though, and found it easier to wrap himself around the short redhead or tackle him.

Karkat strode into the doorway of his current class, Art. He had this one with Gamzee. He had almost made it to his seat next to Nepeta when an arm wrapped around his stomach from behind. He was lifted up and his attacker nuzzled his neck, managing to keep him in the air while he kicked about.

"Gamzee, you cod-packing piece of shit mime! Put me the fuck down!" Karkat yelled, smacking Gamzee's arm repeatedly. God damnit, they were in the middle of everyone in class!

"Honk honk."

He was kissed on the head and set down carefully, and once he had his footing he turned around and flipped his lanky friend off with both hands. He hated it when he did this. It was embarrassing and and annoying and he secretly loved it and fuck, now he was all blushy and Nepeta looked happier than a cat being rubbed with both hands simultaneously. She smushed her cheeks with both gloved hands and made a sound that Karkat was sure only dogs could hear. They sat down next to her at the circular table, where they always ended up.

"You two are impurrsibly cute, you know that?" the cat-lover cooed, resting her chin on her hand. Karkat blushed and galred while Gamzee smiled.

"Aw, thanks kittysis,' he said happily. patting her head. Nepeta was like a little sister to him. "So, you draw anything for your shippin' wall lately-"

"Um, hi, is it okay if I sit here?" a girl interrupted, smiling awkwardly. She wore a purple v-neck with plain denim long-shorts and was covered in freckles, the most being on her face and shoulders. She had a gray and magenta backpack with Sharpie doodles all over it. She had short, bright red hair, green eyes, and black braces. "I'm kinda new, so…"

"Sure, sis," Gamzee said, pulling out a chair for the new kid. "So what's your name?"

The girl smiled. "I'm Abi. I just moved here yesterday."

"Well don't fucking get acquainted with clownfuck over here. He'll kill you softly with his stupidity," Karkat said, rolling his eyes and taking out his sketchbook.

The girl laughed. "Note taken."

Gamzee got his sketchbook out and turned to a drawing he had been working on while the teacher called roll. The new girl looked over and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my fuck, you are amazing!" she whisper-yelled, staring at Gamzee. "Dude, I can't draw for shit."

Gamzee smiled lightly. "Oh nah, we all think that way. Lemme see some 'a your stuff, i'm always up for exercising my jeeper-creeper-peepers," he said, crossing his eyes. The girl laughed nervously and flipped to a page in her notebook covered in doodles. She shoved it over to Gamzee quickly and bit her bottom lip, fearing the worst.

"Woah," Gamzee sighed out, turning the page to find more doodles that replaced the notes she probably should have been taking. "You're pretty damn good, motherfucker. What are all these horned things from?"

The girl stuttered. 'U-uh, it's just a thing I like to read. It's a webcomic."

"Wicked," Gamzee replied, shutting the sketchbook and pushing it back over to her. The teacher called his name. Then Karkat's. Then Nepeta's. Then mine(HAHA TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA BE IN THIS THING).

About halfway into class, Gamzee was done with his practice sketch. The lesson was boring and he already knew how to do it,plus he was usually pretty quick with his drawings. The teacher wasn't looking, so he head-butted Karkat in the shoulder. Karkat shoved him off but he came right back again, that time nuzzling him and leaning up to kiss him on the neck.

Nepeta leaned over to the new girl. "Arent they just adorable?" she cooed, smiling. The new girl's eyes widened.

"Wait, they're together? I thought he was just a really affectionate friend," she said, pointing to Gamzee. Karkat glared and Gamzee smiled crookedly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uhh, yeah, we're-"

"Shut up. Nope. You aren't doing this right now," Karkat barked, smacking his hand over Gamzee's mouth. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he swiped his hand back, scowling.

"Fucking hell, you jugga-trash shitfuck! You didn't have to fucking lick my hand!" he raised his voice, violently wiping his hand on Gamzee's jacket. Gamzee pouted.

"Oh come on Karbrother, I had to get it off somehow."

"Well you could have just fucking taken my hand down!"

"I didn't think of that."

"No shit, sherlock! God, now I have disgusting faygo-tainted saliva on my ha-"

Gamzee leaned over and kissed Karkat, cutting him off. Karkat's face faded to red and he shoved Gamzee away, wiping a bit of greasepaint off of his lips.

"Karbro, you talk too much sometimes."

"Oh come the fuck here."

Gamzee smirked and leaned his head towards Karkat, gladly accepting the smaller teen grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. Karkat released him and went back to his task of drawing, completely forgetting that the new girl had just witnessed that.

"Sweet baby jesus, you two act just like-" the redhead stopped short when Gamzee and Karkat both looked up at her. She shook her head lightly. "You guys are like, exactly the same as my OTP for that webcomic thing."

"They are? Tell me what it is so I can add it to my shipping wall!" Nepeta squealed, grabbing onto the girl's arm and bouncing up and down.

"Woah man, calm your tits," the new kid laughed, "It's called Homestuck and the ship is called GamKar."

Art class went by. The new girl had her PE class with Nepeta next and would surely tell her about Homestuck. Karkat had English and Gamzee had math, so they had to separate. This left Gamzee to think about how exactly he was going to ask Karkat to the dance.

It was senior prom, for crying out loud; he absolutely had to make it special. It was the last year they'd be definitely attending the same school together. He had been planning on taking him out and asking him all dramatic-like, but he started to think that maybe Karkat wouldn't like it. But then again, Karkat liked very few things. Or if he did actually like the idea of something romantic like that he probably wouldn't tell Gamzee out of embarrassment.

Luckily, he had his best friend Terezi and his nearly-best-but-not-quite-Terezi-best- friend, Tavros to help him out during math. He sat down in between them like always, slinging his backpack off of his shoulder and into his lap, sliding down in his chair. He placed his arms around his backpack and hugged it to his chest out of habit- he was thinking about something that had to do with Karkat, so if he couldn't hang on to said friend, he had to find something else. His friends immediately noticed this.

"What, uh, is it this time, Gamzee?" Tavros asked, leaning onto one arm. Terezi followed him, crossing her arms and pushing forward on them with a grin that showed her curiosity. Interrogation was her strong point.

"Yes, just what is bothering my clowny stoner bestestestest friend since kindergarten?" she purred in her raspy voice.

Gamzee sighed. "I'm havin' some trouble thinkin' of-"

"Gamzee, be quiet! You came here to learn, not to socialize!" the math teacher yelled. She hadn't even started class. Gamzee just rolled his eyes and took a piece of binder paper from his backpack along with his favorite purple pen. He was going to pass around notes.

i CaNt ThInK oF hOw To AsK kArBrO tO tHe DaNcE :o(

W3LL 1S TH4T R34LLY 4 PROBL3M? 1T'S NOT L1K3 YOUR3 PROPOS1NG TO H1M G4MZ.

uHH, YEAH,, YOU SHOULD,, JUST ASK HIM NORMALLY,,, I MEAN, kARKAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND,,,, i'M SURE HE WON'T MIND,,,

yEaH bUt I wAnT tO mAkE iT aLl Up AnD sPeCiAl.

wELL THEN,,, WHY NOT,,, UH,,, TAKE HIM TO DINNER,,,, OR SOMETHING?

Y3S TH4T 1S A T4STY 1D34 1ND33D! ):]

K4RK4T DO3S L1K3 ROM4NC3Y TH1NGS, R1GHT?

YeAh He LiKe CrIeS aNd ShIt WhEn OnE oF tHeM dIeS

YoU dOnT eVeN wAnT tO kNoW wHaT i HaD tO wItNeSs Go DoWn dUrInG fAuLt In OuR sTaRs

H3H3H3!

uHH, YEAH,, BUT REALLY GAMZ,,, JUST TAKE HIM OUT OR SOMETHING,,, KNOWING HIM HE WOULD REALLY LIKE IT,,

OkAy WeLl ThAnKs YoU gU

The paper was snatched away from under Gamzee's hands and his pen fell to the floor.

"Mr. Makara, I suggest you rid of your intolerable behavior before I am forced to send you to Slick's office. We are in the classroom."

Gamzee looked up at her from his seat and gave her a slow blink. He lazily looked from side to side, surveying his area.

"Well ain't that just real bitchin' true, motherfucker."

The teacher scowled. "Leave this classroom! I will be out to speak with you after I finish instructing students who actually want to learn something."

"Whatever you say, teach."

He got up and strode out the door, knowing he'd leave the campus. This teacher took a long time to explain the lessons. Plus, it was a law that if your teacher didn't come meet a student outside of the classroom but still on campus within 15 minutes, the student(s) is legally allowed to leave campus.

So the minutes passed.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

Fifteen. Gamzee was home-free. So he started walking back, knowing Tavros would give his backpack to Karkat so he could drop it off later on. Once he got home has surprised to hear someone upstairs. Nobody was home this time except for Kurloz, and he was in the kitchen with Meulin. He raised an eyebrow as he looked towards his brother, who signed him the name Karkat.

What was he doing up there? He usually never missed his classes.

Gamzee began signing with his brother.

Kurloz, when did he get here?

Just a few minutes ago.

Do you know why, bro?

No. He didn't say a motherfucking thing. Well, he waved but didn't explain, as far as I'm concerned.

Huh.

Gamzee looked up at the stairs and shrugged. Might as well just go up and see what he was doing. And it may be a good chance to ask him to prom, too.

Karkat fiddled around in the walk-in closet and art studio, which honestly was more of a closet now that he was living there. He searched aimlessly through his clothes for something decent. All he had were band tees, oversized sweaters, skinny jeans, sweats, and work/pajama tees. He was going to be the one to ask Gamzee to the prom anyway. Gamzee wasn't going to. So he had to find something nice to wear. Just then he heard familiar footsteps coming up the stairs. Fuck, that was Gamzee!

"Karbro, Kurloz told me you were in he-"

"NO! NOBODY IS IN HERE! JUST YOUR FATHER!" Karkat yelled, trying his best to imitate Gamzee's dad's voice. He regretted it.

Gamzee laughed. "Okay dad, then I don't think you'll mind me up and comin' into my own room."

Karkat panicked, still in the closet."Uhhh no no no, Gamzee you chickenshit motherfucker if you don't leave I swear-"

"Ya swear what, bro?" Gamzee cut him off, smirking. He grabbed hold of the doorknob and shook it, hearing the closet door slam shut. He turned the doorknob and pushed the movable wall open, putting his arms behind his back.

karkat heard the door creak open and he frantically scrambled up on to one of the shelves. Luckily he was small so he could crouch down enough to hide.

"Come on bro, I know you're in there… I don't even know why you're hidin' in the first place," Gamzee teased, walking slowly towards the large white closet door. He purposely made his footsteps loud enough for Karkat to hear. Karkat didn't say a single word.

Gamzee made it to the door and opened it. He smirked as he didn't immediately see his short bro. He was hiding somewhere…

Karkat watched behind jackets or some article of clothing as Gamzee slowly made his way closer to him. Soon he was almost in front of him. If he was just quiet, maybe he could pull this off until he went out aga-

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone'll bleed! So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not m-

Karkat swiftly pressed "decline" on his smartphone. It had gone off. Of course it was Kankri who had called him at the absolute worst of times. Gamzee was now staring straight at him through the shirts or jackets or what the fuck, who cares?! He was caught!

"Gotcha."

Gamzee strode towards him, quite happy with himself. Winner!

Karkat jumped, hitting his head on the top of his head against the next shelf. Fucking hell! His hands shot up to his cranium and he lost his balance, falling off of his perch-fuck, how even high was this goddamned thing?!- and right into Gamzee's chest.

The wind was knocked right out of the juggalo as his boyfriend fell right on top of him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him, trying to gain his breath back as well as stop his little one from falling. He stumbled backwards into his art supplies, knocking the three easels over and several tubs of paint. The clink of wooden brushed filled his ears, and he blinked, quite dizzy.

Karkat opened his previously clenched-shut eyes and loosened his grip on Gamzee. He leaned up from his chest and brought his hand up to wipe away a wet substance from his forehead.

Paint?

He looked down to see purple and red splattered all over himself and Gamzee. He then realized that they had fallen right on all of his art shit. All the paint was stained on his clothes, most importantly his favorite sweater, a crab one that Gamzee had given him for valentine's that year. He looked down to see Gamzee smiling at him and he glared right back down. Before he could start yelling, he was pulled downward and kissed.

"Hey, uh, sorry I didn't up and ask earlier Karbro, but.." Gamzee said, pulling away from Karkat. "Would you wanna-"

"Yes, you finally fucking ask! god damnit Gamz, what on earth were you planning on doing? Waiting until after the dance to tell me?" Karkat steamed, rolling his eyes. Fucking finally!

"Motherfucking awesome."

"Wait, Gamzee."

"What?"

"Prom is tonight," Karkat sighed. He'd never be able to get cleaned up in time.

"Yeah?" Gamzee replied, leaning up to peck Karkat on the cheek again. It was at 9:30. They'd make it. "And?"

Karkat pouted and stood up. "Ugh. This is your fucking fault. Now I'm going to get cleaned up. You scrub the goddamned paint out of the carpets." He walked to the bathroom, still staring at his ruined clothes.

Fuck, this was going to turn into a disaster.

A/N: haha imma make you wait for the next one. sorry i just needed to finish this part. i'll have the whole thing one this weekend, i promise.