Elementary school was sticky juice boxes. Terezi once kissed karkat on the cheek. They laugh about that now. Middle school was trying to find out who the hell you are, then coming to the conclusion that you'll probably never know. Karkat got beat up for the first time. High school is just a fancy name for the next level of hell. During that second year, tenth grade Terezi and Karkat hung out. That's it. Thank god it's not over because this is the best chance for the dream you want.
"Dear god please allow me to position my head in the locker so you can repeatedly slam the door on my neck." Karkat slinked beside Terezi down the hallway. It was already fourth period so only four more to go. That doesn't excuse the remnants of monotone voices, contrasted by the teachers who yelled at anything that blinked.
"Wow karkles way to be morbid. Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or did you forget your homework again? Honestly, with you it could be any number of things." She teased him until they got to her locker where he grabbed the things she needed for the next class.
"It's all this homework I just got. I wanted to hang out this weekend but all this work is basically shitting right on my head chanting fuck you karkat…"
The coolest crew ever rolled up to them mid conversation. By coolest crew it was actually Vriska riding on the back of Tavros' wheelchair. They literally rolled though. "-please, you'll make us crash vriska!"
"I've been having to lug around your sorry ass for two years now, I'll do it how I want. You owe me for making me have to do this." Vriska stopped in front of Karkat and Terezi as she put her elbows on the handles of the wheelchair and looked the two. "Weeeeeeeell, look it's the love duo. Gosh I'm just dying from how incredibly precious this is. No, literally dying, it's disgusting."
Terezi sighed; she did not need two loud assholes at one time. "Well Vris, you're clearly just jealous because nobody would voluntarily come within a five foot radius of you because you're attitude legitimately radiates tiny invisible words. Tell me Karkat, can you see with your perfect working eyes the words "huge bitch" in the air? Ahahhahhaha." With a comeback like that most would feel pretty good, she felt a little shitty though. Just because your friends drift away into the deep depths of assholeville, doesn't mean you forget the sound of their laughter and the feeling of when they made you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe. They still WERE your friend at one point.
"We aren't a couple Vriska, now do me a favor and roll away with your wanabee lover please." He grabbed Terezi's shirtsleeve and pulled her to their next class, just leaving behind Vriska and Tavros to go their own way. The class they had now was science and neither had any particular interest but paid attention anyways. Why is school like that? Please somebody explain why one must know the chambers of the heart.
After class was lunch so as usual, Karkat walked Terezi to the lunchroom. "If I can cram that incredulous amount of work in would you like to hang out?" It really was a hollow gesture at that point. The two bickered like an old couple so people assumed they were going out which was false. They hung out practically every weekend doing boring things.
"Karkat. I practically live at your house. The only way I would object hanging out is if I had other obligations… or if I just got sick of your face." She bumped her shoulder to his, which actually met just below his do to the slight height difference.
"You wish you could see my face." He shook his head at how ridiculous she is. Terezi will openly walk right into blind jokes like it was her goal in life. It never bothered her once.
"I do wish I could sometimes." Surprisingly Terezi replied more truthfully, or at least less teasingly. Sometimes she put a hand over his face to feel the slope of his nose and the cracks in his lips, which caused his face to heat up. She could feel that too. The last time she saw Karkat he was young and had a round kids face that had an innocent way about it. Like he was curious to a fault and always questioned why. Maybe because of all that questioning he found out the hard truths of life. Maybe that's why by 8th grade his face felt harder and his brow was always furrowed like he was concentrating to hard on something. She wished she could feel the softness again, instead of the intense angles that proved his dismay.
Hey. This is my first fic by the way. I really don't mind if you don't like this. I just enjoy writing regardless. Thanks for reading anyways.