Everything once again blurs into motion. You're kind of getting used to being locked in several rooms, getting beat up and knocking out, and even Nepeta being the only one calling you out for your conscious.
You're still on the living room floor, and you still feel like crap after taking a hit from whatever John threw. You see midnight blue kitty sneakers at your face. They're Nepeta's, obviously. The heels of her sneakers are facing you, indicating she is facing away from you and looking at something or someone else.
Your ears feel clogged with some liquid, so everything sounds groggy and distant. It almost reminds you of your first time swimming…
You remember John, Dave, and your few trolling buddies that you actually got along with were there. John was at the diving board, screeching about some sort of canon ball while Dave casually sat in the Jacuzzi nose deep in rapidly multiplying steam bubbles. Kanaya was in the Jacuzzi also with some duo horned guy, having a debate. Eridan, the last of them all, was of course alone in the large pool underwater meandering around.
You, of all people, were not in the pool. You didn't even have your feet in the water. You were sitting in the grass out skirting the concrete by the pool, far away from the fun. You hated that water. You still hate it looking back on this memory.
Suddenly, you vividly remember John catapulting himself in causing a large burst of water to spray you like a waterfall. You screamed, backing away and trying to dry yourself. John and Dave as well as everyone else laughed at you.
You stormed up to the pool, yelling about how upset you were for being wet and how much you hate the water, when Dave simply snatched your leg and tugged you into the Jacuzzi.
As you sunk underwater you remember the laughter blurring together, everything stinging your skin because of the hot bubbles rushing past you. You looked up, seeing the unfamiliar boy's face grinning down at you and glaring in disbelief through his multicolored glasses.
You stand, breaking the surface of the already rippling water to scream at Dave. Why would you even yell at him, he was being fun?
Fun.
That's all he was having.
Maybe that's what you should be having.
You come back into reality to a door slamming shut. You groggily shift your eyes up, seeing Dirk glaring at the scene. You can hear him talking, but the liquid in your ears are blocking it from being audible. You touch your ear and feel the wetness. You look at your fingers. They're stained red. Your ear must've been a little pool for your blood streaming from your head that got hit with John's weapon.
You sit up, letting the blood spill out of your ear. You can actually hear now.
"What are you doing here?" Dirk asks, probably for the tenth time.
"We wanted to visit Karkitty and Jawn-" Nepeta began.
"No, here in my house I meant." Dirk rephrases, still trying to keep his cool.
"Listen, we thought he was still with John so we went there and found out that John and Karkat were gone. So we asked Mister Egbert where he was and he sent us here," Kanaya explains.
"Either way, you didn't get an invite." Dirk snaps. "Look what happened to Dave, he's crying man!"
"Dave?" Kanaya raises her brow.
"Okay, he wouldn't be, but he lost his memory thanks to that douche bag and now he is premature." Dirk points you out strictly.
You avoid eye contact as everyone glances back at you. "I didn't mean to-"
"We're avoiding that subject for now," Kanaya says tiredly. "Let us help you if you are so worn down,"
"Yeah, purrhaps we can be of worth!" Nepeta chimes.
"Honestly, I think you need it." Kanaya smiles slightly.
"Yeah, you need some extra hands." A new voice replies.
You glance in the direction of the voice's owner. It's that 3d glasses kid. You have no idea what his name is…..you better ask.
"Who're you?" You ask, sounding a bit too defensive.
He glances back at you. He looks slightly disappointed but understanding. "Sollux."
"Thollux?" You repeat, just to make sure.
"No, Sollux." He corrects irritably.
"That's what I said," You shake your head slowly.
Sollux face palms frustrated and Nepeta giggles to herself a little. Kanaya whispers a few words in your ear about the boy's pronunciation complications and you understand.
"Fine, but you're paying for whatever you break." Dirk says, helping Dave up from the floor.
Dave! What happened to Dave?
"What happened?" You ask, staring at Dave.
"You hit him when you were trying to hit me, remember?" John says defensively with an ice pack at his right cheek.
"Oh," You echo, feeling stupid once again.
John rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. You sigh, not wanting to correct his rude behavior anymore. John's just a different guy now, you guess.
Dirk begins to slowly walk Dave out of the room, and you want to just stand and be neat. But your friendliness gets the better of you. You walk over quickly and put Dave's arm around your neck to support him.
"I'll get him," You invite.
Dirk eyes you unsurely before giving in. He is about to drop Dave's free arm when John runs up and takes it around his neck. You glare.
"You're so freaking unbelievable, you know that?" You say bewildered.
John half frowns while looking down. "He's my friend too, don't be a thief."
You don't respond. That's true, you're kind of stealing Dave. Wow….you're the jerk. YOU! You're a jerk! You totally freeloaded off of John and ran away after smacking his best bro out of his senses, and then stole him yourself! You're not innocent, you're a huge thief.
"Let's share then," You say, making John look up.
John nods, and you both carry a half awake Dave to his bedroom. You and John plop the poor guy onto his bed and you sit on either side of him.
"Look, I'm not exactly into the whole fighting thing," John says, still not looking at you in the eye.
"You think I am?" You say back.
"You were," John says with a small smile. "You were a mess back then."
"But I'm kind of new at this stuff now." You excuse.
"You were new at friends back then, too." John admits, finally giving a smile.
"Wow," You can't help but grin. "I was a real idiot…"
"You were, but you aren't now." John nods to himself.
"You…you think that?" You barely raise your voice above a whisper.
"Yeah, you're way more considerate. You actually apologize now. You apologize like every hour." John scoffs.
"I thought those words were meaningless," You remind him of the previous bickering exchanged.
"Yeah, they kind of are. But it's good to hear sometimes when it's all you can do." John says sadly.
You pause. Maybe John's done some horrible things in the past. He probably has, not including the event where it was mostly his fault you lost your memory. You sigh to fill in the awkward silence that has set in.
"Dave might get better, you know." John says a little hopefully.
"Really, will he remember any of this?" You ask.
"He might not really remember some fragments like being smacked with the door…" John suggests. "Hopefully, right?"
"Yeah, that's the last thing I want him to remember." You laugh a little.
John thinks for a moment before responding. "So it's cool if I'm hanging around?"
"It's not bad," You say passively. "It was nice to have a guide of some sort, and I kind of get how you felt and feel now about all of this."
"Same," John replies tiredly before flopping onto his back on the soft mattress.
Your head's been throbbing this entire time; you know it's from that hit. The bleeding has stopped but you have no idea what your head is doing. You feel your head hesitantly and feel a huge bump the size of a golf ball- wait what's a golf ball? What's a ball and what's golf? Whatever, all you know is that your head hurts and has a huge bump thing on it.
"What did you hit the side of my head with?" You look back at John, who's watching Dave rest peacefully.
John looks up and gives a nervous smile. "Uh…Roxy's old glass bottle she left behind?"
You glare. "You hit me aside the head with glass?"
"Sorry, I was angry." John apologizes half heartedly.
"Dude that hurt…I was out for who knows how long." You complain.
"Three hours," John answers. "But seriously I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you."
"Like a favor, you mean?" You ask.
"Yeah, what do you want to do in the morning?" John asks with a shrug, hands behind his head.
You lay down, hands knitted and on your chest. You watch the ceiling fan with interest as the panels spin swiftly. You grin at the idea that popped into your head.
"Giant pancakes," You reply. "Dave and I's specialty,"