== Emotional wreck number one, Karkat, go home now.
You do just that, and quite quickly too.
As you dash home you think about what just happened. If you only you hadn't run. If only you hadn't said those words of hatred to John. If only. If only you could live your life listing if onlys.
You crash on the floor in your room and immediately regret it. Hopefully that stunt you just did wont wake crabdad. He is a pretty light sleeper for how ridiculously long it takes him to fall asleep. Great. He's probably awake now and you are going to have to strife with him to get him to go away.
The door squeaks quietly open and you hear a whirr of clicks and growls behind you. Damn. And you were so close to getting out of it.
"Yes, crabdad, I know that I came home way too fucking late." You grumble, repeating the usual phrases said when you come home late and wake him up. "No, crabdad, I was not filling pails. That's fucking disgusting." You yawn, trying to hint that you want to go to bed. "Look, I was with John, kay? Yeah, yeah, I know.. No, Dave wasn't there, no I didn't kill anyone!" You tap your foot, trying desperately to signal that you want to end this conversation.
"Daaadd..! Go to bed already." You whine, starting to shuffle clothes off so you can get into your recupracoon.
You wake up, clean up, and walk outside. Normally you would log on to pesterchum now, but you really aren't in the mood to talk.
Walking down the street, you don't even realize it, but when you look at the houses, you realize that you have walked to Dave's apartment.
"I am so going to regret this.." You mutter, walking into the complex and ringing the buzzer for his room. 123.. It's almost funny how he has the same room number as his birthdate. Oh well.. You hate this guy so you don't know but it was probably on purpose.
"Yo. Strider here. Who's this?" You roll your eyes. "Karkat." "Oh." A pause. "Sure. I'll buzz you in." You sigh, a loud buzz quickly filling the small entry and then fading just as fast. You climb slowly up the stairs. About halfway up you wish you'd taken the elevator.
You tap gently on the door. He peeks out. "Sorry. My bro says no prostitutes when he's not home." You scowl, pushing open the door and collapsed on the couch, head in hands.
"Dave.. I- I just.. I don't know what to do Dave." You shudder, feeling a tear prick the edge of your eye. No. Not in front of him. Fighting the tears, you manage to force out a cry, "I pushed him away.. I shouldn't have but I did and now he probably doesn't want me any more. I'm a failure."
Dave stands behind you, totally unaffected by your display.
"Look, Karkat, dude, chill." You look up, sniffling gently. "I'm sure you've got your panties way too far knotted up your alien butt to see it but.. Go try actually talkin' to John. Maybe instead of running like you always do.." "I don't run!" You mutter, cutting him off.
"Instead of running you can maybe listen for a change. Try that for once, Karkl..Kat.." He says, Obviously he's been hanging around Terezi far too much..
Now you're at John's house. Oh god, what if he hates you.
Too late, you've already rang the doorbell and can hear someone running to the door.
It's John. As he opens the door you flinch, and he stares at you for a moment.
"Karkat? I thought you hated me or something! Come on in!" He says hesitantly, but none the less cheerfully.
You walk in, tempted to run, just like Dave said. Damn you hate him. "No." You say firmly, straightening your back. He turns around from the door, confused. "No, what?" "I said that out loud?" He laughs uneasily. "Yeah, you kinda did." And then the silence. "Ooops."
"Soo.. " He persists, trying to break some of the tension. "What did you come here for?"
"John. I think I was wrong." You start. "I l-" "Hold on!" He says, restraining a tricky chuckle.
You just watch as he dashes around the room, turning various lights off. "Hey! what'd you do that for?!" You squint, trying to see in the dark, which, even as a troll, is difficult.
"Here" the fuckass says, lighting some candles. "What the hell?" You mutter, looking around.
Flower petals litter the ground and.. Oh god. He's reaching for the stereo. He hits a button and music softly fades in. Harps.
"John, I swear to whatever god you think exists that probably doesn't that if you don't cut this out right fucking now, I'll walk out the door."
He frowns, hitting the button again to turn the music off.
"I was trying to set the mood." He mutters, obviously embarrassed that his plan failed.
"What did you want to tell me?" "Nothing." "Karkat, really.. What was it?" You could tell this would go on for a while if it didn't stop now.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry if this chapter is bad.. And 3 weeks late. I've been out-of-town alot lately and haven't had a lot of writing inspiration. Plus Karkat's point of view is a bit hard for me.
I may just continue the rest of this in John's POV, just FYI. And I won't be able to post next friday either unless I type quickly. I might post it saturday if I can't get it in on time.
Also, I don't think I'll be able to continue at a rate of a chapter per week, that seems like too much considering school will be starting soon so I will most likely be just posting when I can. I'll aim for at least once a month!
Thanks to all the people who followed/favorited this and a special thanks to those who reviewed!
-Polar