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You hurriedly pack your things, only grabbing the things that you will probably need.
You already called John to let him know you were going, and even asked if you could leave early, like a few days early.
He was happy to oblige, saying he had cleared his calender for this week and the next.
You thanked him, said you would be over in an hour and told him to be ready to leave.
He was confused for a moment, but you told him it was important that you leave as soon as possible, and he hesitantly complied.
With a duffle-bag full of cloths, and ten minutes to get to Johns house, you lock the door to your apartment and rush out.
You are an angry ball of nerves when you climb up the stairs of the public bus.
Ignoring the sounds of people chatting, you take a seat in the back and wait trying to get to a stop that is as close to Johns place as possible.
The bus has a stop that is a little over a block from John's, and you get off there.
It's the closest you are going to get at this point, so you start walking, already late by a few minutes.
He's sitting on the porch when you get there, waving you over and smiling.
It is going to be a long ride there, but you feel it's worth it, all things considered. Mostly you think that just because well...Dave.
You can't wait to see Dave.
You look over to Johns car, admiring the shinny blue paint of the truck. He smiles and pats the hood.
"Isn't she beautiful?" John asks lovingly. You shrug and toss your bag in the bed of the truck, walking over to the passenger side and getting in.
You faintly hear him grumble a 'whatever' as he gets in the drivers seat and turns the engine.
You need a car.
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You start to get bored the moment you leave town, having been watching buildings go by. Now you take to watching the trees as the all blur together in dull colors.
John tries to pass the time by playing I-spy, but he finds out quickly that you give no shits about the game.
So the drive is mostly silent until he turns the radio on.
And one of your all time favorite songs starts to play.
Singing along to the lyrics of 'Makeshift Chemistry' by Crown the Empire, you and John arrive in Dave's town in what feels like no time.
You suddenly doubt your decision in coming here.
The doubt creeping through your stomach fades as you remember the voice-mail Dave left you.
"Kitten, please come see me? I really miss you, dude."
"Listen here Karkat, I'll make you a deal. You come see me, and hear what I have to say, and if you don't recuperate, I'll leave you alone. Deal?"
What if he doesn't mean what you hope he means?
What if this is all just a sick joke?
You shake your head at yourself. This is stupid, you're already here, might as well go through with it, right?
But you are already second guessing yourself, and feel like throwing up. John looks over at you with gleeful eyes.
"He's going to be so excited to see us! And so surprised!" He shouts, fist pumping as he drives down the road.
You have no idea where Dave's apartment, or house, is. So when John pulls up to a small house at the end of a street, you aren't sure what to expect.
He parks the car, turns it off and gets out hurriedly.
You hesitate with the door before opening it.
The drive was long, and you suddenly feel overly tired from it all, knowing that in a few short feet, Dave is living.
You hear the beep from John locking the truck, and it makes you jump slightly, having not been expecting the noise.
Looking to the front door, you see John already standing there, waiting for you.
It feels like eternity before you finally reach John and bring a fist up to knock.
"Wait." John stops you, his hand catching your wrist. "I forgot to tell Dave you were coming." he whispers, his eyes wide in what almost seems like horror.
"Oh well." you take a gulp and bring your fist to the wood, knocking twice.
John looks horrified by the action, and even takes a step back.
You hear the familiar whoosh of air from Dave flash-stepping, and take a deep breath as the door opens.
You are suddenly reminded of the first time you told Gamzee about your crush on Dave.
You stand in the middle of Gamzee's room, staring down at him with fearful eyes.
The words echo in your head, and you aren't even sure you said them.
'I think I like Dave.'
You almost think you didn't until you notice Gamzee's fists clenched at his sides.
"Motherfucker." he mumbles, running a hand through his hair and laughing bitterly.
You take a step towards him, holding your hands out in defense.
"Gamzee?" you ask tentatively. He looks up at you with an expression that you can't read.
"You mean, like like like?" he asks.
You almost laugh at how stupid that sounds, but nod anyways, afraid of his reaction to the news.
You start to sweat when two minutes have gone by in silence.
Then he stands, walking his way over to you and wrapping his arms around your whole body.
"I hate that motherfucker. But if he makes my little motherfucker all up and happy all over, I guess that's alright with me." he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling into the hug slightly.
You let out the breath you weren't aware you were holding and bring your arms around his back as best as you can, but they don't reach all the way because of the way he holds you.
"Thanks Gamzee..." you whisper back.
If Gamzee approves, you almost think nothing can stop you now.
Thinking of that day hardens your resolve to go through with this, and you stand your ground up until the doorknob starts to turn.
Then you abscond the fuck out of there at a blinding speed, not looking back when John shouts your name.
You don't look back until you are several blocks away and panting, unsure of just where the fuck you are.
The shitty phone in your pocket starts to ring, and you ignore it, thinking it must be either Dave or John. But likely the latter.
You walk a few more steps, to a sign that reads bus stop and sit down at the worn down bench.
You pick at the faded green paint and wait for the bus you hope is running today.
To your luck, the bus pulls up almost a full ten minutes later, rolling to a stop right in front of you.
You had turned your phone off during that time, because of its nonstop ringing.
Boarding the bus, you slip the fare into a bucket and shudder at the sight, unsure of why buckets make you so uneasy.
They just do.
So does public transportation, you really fucking hate it.
A baby starts to cry as you slip into one of the only empty seats.
You always end up on a bus with a crying baby, fucking always.
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Twenty minutes, and one lost Karkat later, you pull out your phone and turn it back on.
You wait, trying to drown out the sounds of people around you, and when the sight of Gamzee in a frilly tutu skirt pops up, you smile fondly at the background of your shitty phone.
Then it starts ringing again.
Startled, and having been running your finger over the screen to get to the games on your phone, you accidentally hit the answer call button and bring the phone to your ear.
"Uh...hello?"
"Karkat! Hey! Where are you, dude?" you let out a sigh when you are greeted by Johns voice.
"I have no fucking idea." you mumble to him, closing your eyes and resting back against the seat.
"...are you on a bus...?" he asks with a chuckle. You know full well that he is aware of your hatred for buses, so you have no idea why the fuck the little shit is laughing.
"Fuck off." you grumble, running a hand over your face.
"Get off at the next stop, alright? I'll come get you." he tells you with another chuckle.
You nod even though you know he can't see you and click end call, because you are done talking.
You get off two minutes later and text John the street name.
He says he will be around to get you in a few, and you sit down at the curb, resting your hand in your chin and huffing.
This is stupid, you realize, as you sit there waiting.
You can't believe you fucking ran.
So close to seeing him and you fucking ran, what the fuck is wrong with you?
There was no point, other than the fact you panicked.
The familiar blue paint of Johns truck catches your eye and you look up and smile.
He pulls up in front of you, unlocking the passenger side door and you slide in.
"Hey Kitness, hows it going?" the deep voice of Dave makes you jump and turn around in your seat to stare into the dark lenses of Dave's aviators.
He smiles at your reaction, and your eyes fall to his lips.
What you wouldn't give to just kiss him right this moment.
John clears his throat and you look over to him.
"Put your seat-belt on?" he asks awkwardly, probably having guessed what you were thinking.
You nod to him thankfully and turn around to pull the strap over your shoulder.
The car ride back to Dave's house is silent, aside from the sound of John humming along to the radio.
When you get to Dave's house, John practically kicks you out of the car and drives off again, saying he will back in the morning and that your things are already in Dave's house.
You almost run again, but Dave wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you from the ground.
Screeching, you flush at the way he holds you up, and the way he laughs at your thrashing.
He carries you into the house, still laughing, and sets you down on the floor before shutting the door behind him.
You couldn't leave now even if you wanted to.
So you do the first thing that pops into your head,
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down close to yours before pressing your lips to his.
You don't register that you've kissed him until arms go around your waist and lift you up off the ground again.
Startled, you break from the kiss and stare with wide eyes at him, and he smirks.
"I missed you too, KittyKake." he whispers. He walks you both over to the couch and sits with you in his lap.
Your face brightens with red at the action, but you can't say you don't like it.
He smiles at you and you can't help but bring your lips to his again.
Mmmm, strawberries.
You move your lips against his, and grow more and more frustrated with the iritation of his ever-present glasses.
Growling, you pull his aviators off, not bothering to take the time to look at his eyes before resuming the movement of your lips with a smile.
He freezes, only to relax soon after.
Everything is perfect up until the moment your brain catches up to you, and suddenly you realize just what the fuck is happening right now.
Pulling away you stare at his closed eyes until he slowly blinks them open to stare back at you.
"Hi..." he whispers, bumping his forehead into yours.
You can't muster up the words to reply, and instead press your lips back to his again for a short but sweet kiss.
"Dave your eyes are fucking red." you tell him, as if he didn't know this fact already. He smiles at you and shrugs.
"Oh no shit? Huh so that's why people stare at me funny." he answers.
You smile and hug him tight, almost afraid he might disappear and that you will wake up back home in your little apartment to the sound of country music.
"Please tell me all of that just happened." he whispers to you when you pull away from the hug.
"It happened." you answer back in another whisper.
You snuggle down into the blankets around you, breathing in the scent of Dave.
He gave you his bed.
He's sleeping next to you.
You are sleeping in his bed with him.
Everything smells like Dave and strawberries, and its making your heart warm.
It makes you happy, to think you will wake up next to him.
The bed moves as he slides in next to you, mumbling a sleepy goodnight before rolling himself over to you and wrapping his arms around your middle to bring you to his chest.
Startled, you bring your arms around his neck in a more comfortable place and let out a sigh.
This is lovely, you decide, as you feel the rise and fall of his breathing.
You fall asleep moments later, your thoughts of Dave morphing into dreams of the two of you together.
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AND THERE
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FINISHED
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