You sat on the bed and pulled out your phone while Karkat sort of stood there awkwardly.
"Remind me why I'm here again?" he half-shouted and glared at you. Too adorable.
"I got bored," you blatantly stated without looking up from your phone.
"You got bored?" he asked, furrowing his brow and his voice slightly irritated.
"Pretty much," you said and plugged your phone into the speaker which began playing your "shitty" rap music. "Wanna play Mad Snacks?"
"What the ever-loving fuck is that?"
"Dude!" You stare in shock at him and pull him into the most ironic bro-hug that has ever existed-despite his flailing.
"Strider! Get off me you sick and twisted bulgemunch!"
"Shushshshuuushsh you poor, poor thing. Let me hug you, you little shit."
"No! What the hell is even going on! I swear to gog I will end you!" The more he struggled, the tighter you held and papped him. Eventually he accepted his demise and just sat there with his dumb little scowl.
"Can you let me go now?" he asked, annoyed.
"Fine dude." You let go of him and turned on your Xbox. The familiar Mad Snacks skateboarder filled the screen and the background music, which was more shitty rap, played.
"Wait I think we had this on Alternia. It was called Grumble Grubs or something," he stared at the screen in concentration.
"Grumble Grubs?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah it was a game for wrigglers which I guess explains why you play it." He tried to find your eyes behind the shades upon seeing your "100% done" face and tried to choke back laughter at your lack of expression.
"Karkat," you started, still with blank expression.
"Yeah?" he asked, laughter subdued.
"You're an idiot," you smirked. This rewarded you with a prompt smack in the back of the head. "Ow!" You rubbed your head, smiling, and saw Karkat's face was not a friendly one. Hilariously adorable.
"Seriously? I'm the idiot here? You're the one who invited me over just because you "were bored." Really? It's not my fault that you're bored. It's not my fault that you're playing a wrigglers game. You're still gonna play it then have the audacity to call me the idiot? I can't fucking deal with you, Dave." After his little rant your heart stopped. Not because he was mad, he always was like this and frankly you didn't care about that.
"You called me Dave."
"huh?" He inexplicably became flustered and your look of concern and confusion was mistaken for a pokerface. You realized this and took of your shades, heart pounding in your chest.
"You called me Dave," you repeated, looking directly into his eyes. "You never call me Dave." You were both so close and you could feel his staggered breathing on your neck. It was impossible to get this close to him without him complaining about your height. The two of you never breaking eye contact. When you leaned in slightly, lips barely centimeters apart, he franticly pulled away.
"Ihavetogo," he said with his voice cracking and ran out the door.
"Karkat!" you yelled after him but he was already closed the front door behind him. You sauntered back to your room and pounded your fist on the wall with a "Dammit!" A few minutes later, Bro appeared in your doorway humming the one that got away by Katy Perry. You threw a pillow at him and slammed the door in his face before sitting down and pressing start on the xbox controller.
