A/N: *swiftly posts this chapter up as if she hadn't missed a whole week of updating, ninja rolls out* No, I'm kidding. I made the basketball team, and I forgot how hard it was to juggle basketball practice, with homework, and writing. Please forgive me, for I have sinned. ;w ; ReadReviewEnjoy~


The vibration of Sollux's phone was more turbulent than usual, more likely because he wasn't expecting it. He didn't jump to the extent of Titaia due to her surprise of her phone's vibration, but he merely winced at the rumbling metal, very slightly at that. However, he believed that he reacted more loudly to the vibration of his phone, so he looked either way to see if anyone caught a glimpse of his rather spontaneous flinch. No one did, of course. It was just all in his head, just like a lot of things. With a sigh, he reached his fingers into the pockets of his jeans, while struggling to pull them out because he was sitting down and there were various other items in the compartment as well. After jerking a bit in his seat, Sollux pulled out his phone in order to view the text message that was sent to him.

TT

7: 24 p.m:

I'm sure that you had an opportunity to talk to me to my face, why choose now to text me? Is it because it's more convenient for you?

Titaia's fingers hovered over the tap-sensitive screen of her phone. She devoted many hours of her day thinking of solitarily 28 words. A sigh passed through her lips, and her head landed on the bed. Her hair was a black jungle, one forgets about the well-being of their hairstyle when they're in heavy contemplation about a matter so important to them. With another exhale was another weak attempt to somehow blow away the stress that's building up inside of her. Was this boy the main problem of it? She glanced back down at her phone, and started to hover through her contacts. There were only four; Eridan, Tavros, Gamzee and Sollux. Not even her parents contact details were stored in her phone. She might as well call Tavros, so she swiped her finger over his contact and the phone began to call.

"Uh… I'll try to get back to you later, if I can... Don't forget to leave a message!"

It was his voicemail. She could tell that his phone wasn't dead, simply because it rang more than once. She can tell that he was near his phone, because the phone forwarded to voicemail within the first two rings. Well, he didn't want to speak now, or someone was fucking with his phone.

Tavros (:{

7: 39 p.m. :

hEY TITAIA, i'M AFRAID i'M A BIT CAUGHT UP WITH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW,,

Gamzee was still quite exotic from his usual behavior, because he still hadn't returned a call or even the slightest text message to Titaia. She sat in awe. No one seemed to be ready to talk to her. The biggest surprise to her was her transparency to Tavros. He usually would put all his time aside for her. But he might've been with Vriska, so that could explain everything. As for now, she could just sit on her bed, and become a victim of her own thoughts, no hope of any balm of clarity was even on her mind.

Nepeta was being carried by her larger, stronger companion: Equius. She wasn't ready for the stairs yet, she didn't even know why she attempted it in the first place. But the result in that wasn't as bad as Tavros, so she was quite thankful for that. "Thanks, Equius! If it weren't for me having a wonderful furriend like you, then I don't know where I'd be right now!" It was really obvious that she was thankful to him, she held onto him tightly, so she wouldn't slip and fall onto the ground.

"Let's re-evaluate your actions, shall we?" Equius started. He felt a frown form against his back. "What kind of insipid idea was that to run down the stairs like a brain-dead homosapien?"

"I did not run!" Nepeta rebutted. "I walked… just a bit too quickly for my skill." She sugarcoated her situation, so she may receive some kind of mercy from Equius' lecturing. But that didn't seem to work.

Equius retrieved his face towel from the pocket of his cargo pants, and wiped off his face. That sweating disorder was simply annoying. He opened his mouth to speak, once his towel had be put away into the abyss of pockets he had. "Nepeta. Never again will I allow you to do something so inane. I don't know where you get these type of ideas."

"I'm trying to help myself!" She muttered, looking around for a certain distraction. Luckily (or unluckily), she saw Eridan passing along, dragging his feet on the floor as he did so. He looked depressed. And luckily, she could cheer him up. More luckily for her, she could escape this lecture that Equius was about to deliver. "Hey, Eridan! What purrfect timing to cross paths!"

Eridan looked up from his walk of gloom, and nodded to show that he acknowledged her existence. "Piggy back rides? I was pretty fuckin' sure that we were in highschool now."

Equius scowled at Eridan. "Why are you speaking with such disgusting words?"

"I fuckin' swear all the damn time, I thought this was somethin' that was obvious to everyone?"

"You need to stop; you look like a simpleton when using that type of profanity."

Nepeta took this opportunity to climb off of Equius' back. As she was decending from his hold, she realized that she possibly had a sprained ankle, and that would lead to a peep coming from her mouth. And it did.

"Nepeta! Who allowed you to detach yourself from my body?"

"Leave her alone, you fuckin' authority obsessed sweat bag. She's obviously tired a your bullshit." Eridan attacked.

Nepeta was on all fours again, her natural stance. She made her awy over to Eridan. "Well, I'm going to talk to Eridan for a bit, bye bye!" She grabbed Eridan's hand, and started towards her room, limping on her right ankle.

Eridan looked down at her. "Are you usin' me for a fuckin' distraction?"

She gleamed, with a giggle. "I could purrvide you some information about your love life, or something!"

Eridan sighed, and yanked his arm from her grip. "No thanks." He muttered, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Nepeta stood there, puzzled.

"I think I probably pithed her off." Sollux admitted, sighing at the text message that he has yet to reply to.

"Why not? Emos are pissed off every second of the day, like fucking forget it. She'll come through and apologize like every girl does." Karkat advised. He wasn't so deep into the problem that Sollux was going through, because the homework that he procrastinated on was much more heavy on his mind than his friend's love affair with a girl he doesn't even approve of.

Sollux sighed. "You don't remember when she wath nithe to you? Can't you keep that in your head when trying to help me with problemth with her? Damn." Sollux sighed.

"What do you think pissed her off, shit for brains?" Karkat asked, his gaze lowering unto his laptop.

"I don't fucking know, she thaid thomething about opportunity and talking." Sollux tapped his chin, and thought. "Did I mith thome kind of opportunity to talk to her? After all, I thought she wath mad at me, why the hell would she want me to all of the thudden pay her mind, after thith ignoring each other thing we've been doing?"

"Attention whore." Karkat cooed monotonously. "She wants you to make her your number one priority, so she knows that she's not forgotten or some shit."

If it weren't for Karkat being a total asshole, Sollux would totally accept this statement and move on. But since he is an asshole, he's still a bit iffy on the matter. "Hm.." Sollux nodded.

"What's this nodding shit you're doing? It's it bobble head Thursday today, or something? God damn, your body language can piss me off, I just preached the seven sacred secrets of women, and you're just going to sit there and nod your snot-infested head? Well, fine! Take that pencil, and shove it up your ass! You can nod about that, too!"

"Calm down, eheheh." Sollux returned, to his very much angry friend. "…You mad, bro?"

"Shut the fuck up, you nerdy asshole. You know you were fighting the urge to spit out some lame shit like 'Do you happen to be irritated, brethren?', with some motherfucking TI-84 plus calculator in your chest pocket and a number two pencil with a big pearl eraser." Karkat attacked.

Sollux laughed, ignoring him and continuing with his coding.

Karkat, however, was red in the face. This shit needed to die, it was annoying. So, why not kill it, right?

– carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering delightfulSorrow [DS] –

CG: YOU.

CG: YOU'RE FUCKING UP A LOT OF SHIT, HERE.

CG: DID YOU KNOW THAT?

DS: What are you ranting about now, you angry insomniac?

DS: I swear, these days, you go trouble hunting.

DS: Like you're the male form of Vriska or something.

CG: VRISKA ISN'T THE TOPIC OF OUR DISCUSSION, SO I'D LIKE IF YOU KEPT HER NAME OUT OF THIS.

DS: Okay…

CG: GOOD. LISTEN TO ME, FOR I WILL ONLY SAY THIS ONCE:

DS: Oh, God…

CG: STOP TEXTING SOLLUX. HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY TIME FOR YOU; HE'S BUSY WITH OTHER SHIT. AND HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE WORRYING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL HIM THROUGH YOUR ABSTRUSE TEXT MESSAGING. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT HE NEEDS TO MOVE ON? YOU CAN'T KEEP HIM IN A TRAP. YOU CAN'T FORCE YOURSELF INTO HIS TRAILS OF THOUGHT, SO FUCK OFF.

DS: What the fuck?

CG: SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M NOT DONE.

DS: Then why did you push enter on your keyboard?

CG: …

DS: Exactly.

CG: WHEN I PUT THAT ELIPSES UP THERE, IT MEANT THAT I HAD MORE TO FUCKING SAY, YOU INCORRIGBLE FUCKASS.

DS: Okay.

CG: WAIT, OKAY?

CG: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO ARGUE?

DS: Nope.

CG: GOOD. NOW, LET ME FINISH.

DS: Go on.

CG: LOOK, OKAY? I JUST KINDA REALLY THINK THAT YOU'RE A PARASITE, NOT LIKE YOU MEAN TO BE ONE OR SOMETHING. I MEAN, I GUESS YOU DID FUCKING TRY TO HELP ME OUT WHEN I WAS DOWN, OR SOME SHIT. SO, MAYBE YOU'RE A PARASITE WITHOUT TOTALLY MEANING TO BE ONE. I'M NOT SAYING THAT'S TOTALLY OKAY WITH ME, BECAUSE YOU'RE TAKING SOLLUX'S BLOOD, AND IT'S MAKING HIM THINK TOO MUCH. HIS FUCKING MIGRAINES ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE DAY BECAUSE OF THIS PRESSURE YOU'RE PUTTING HIM THROUGH. IT NEEDS TO STOP.

DS: Migraines? I didn't know he had those.

CG: HE'S A PRETTY FUCKED UP GUY.

CG: BUT THEN AGAIN, WE ALL ARE.

– carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering delightfulSorrow [DS] –

Once again, Titaia had no clue what the insomniac was trying to want her about, and she didn't really want to know at all, either. She's just rather stay in her own trouble, content with the satisfactory of the fact that the only trouble that can be caused is the trouble that she puts upon herself. But of course things didn't go her way, for she was doomed to a life of stress. She walked to the door that was being knocked on, just to hear it being knocked on once again. "Calm down, I'm coming." She warned, opening the door with her gloved hand. On the other side of the portal, Eridan stood; his hands were in his pockets and his scarf was the highlight of his outfit. She had almost forgotten that she still had his rings and his favorite scarf in her keep, which was given to her so he'd win over her trust.

Eridan nodded at her slightly. "Hey, Ti." He greeted. "I don't know, do you think I'm bein' a bit desperate?"

"Couldn't we have this conversation via cellular device?" Titaia asked, her arms crossing.

"Geez, that'd be fuckin' excellent, if someone knew how to start answerin' the phone." Eridan muttered under his breath. He was clearly in a bad mood; he's avoided possible conversation with people who actually attempted to talk to him first. This was never something that occurred in the life of this hipster, not at all. But now, he just seems that he's terrible depressed. He removed the thick rimmed glasses off of his face and blew into the lenses, which caused a fog to appear on them. She then rubbed the spectacles against his shirt, and re-placed the glasses back on his face.

Titaia backtracked to her phone, and saw that Eridan did in fact call her. "I take that back." She uttered pathetically.

"Fuckin' thought so." Eridan mumbled, stretching as he walked in. "And, have you seen Gam lately?

Titaia shrugged to express that she hadn't. "Not that I think of…"

Eridan shrugged as well. It wasn't like he cared very much, at this moment. He honestly wanted to move on with this conversation, and talk about what was important to him. He looked either side of him, debating on whether or whether not to speak up, since there was a silence between the two. "So, are Fef and Sol together or…?"

"I have no idea, and I don't care." Titaia lied, sitting on her bed.

Eridan looked at her suspiciously, and sat down next to her. "Well, if you want we could—"

And suddenly, an enormous explosion was heard, and then the lights were out. The emergency lights flickered on, and then flickered off. Everything was pitch dark, and screaming was heard in the hallways. There were some people in the building who had an immense fear of the dark. Titaia used her flashlight application on her phone to light up the room. "What the fuck?" She shone the light towards Eridan, who was shrugging in response.

"Black out." Eridan muttered. "Somethin' bad will probably come out a this, Ti. So watch your fuckin' back."

Titaia nodded, as she heard teachers in the hallway telling students to stay in their rooms, so that they may evacuate them in an orderly fashion. She crossed her arms, and kicked back.


A/N: No promises, lol. But, hey. Hopefully, some miracle could happen and I like, totally update soon. Highly unlikely though. ;w ; I pray, I pray. Thanks, loves!