Dave was bored and balancing a pencil on his lip was not helping.

He had already run through his usual list of things to do. Attempt homework (Haha, no), text his friends (Rose was on a date and John and Jade had some bullshit essay to write), and write some rap lyrics. Failing this he usually played some videogames or wrote some more sweet bro and hella jeff, but he really wasn't feeling it today.

Plus his bro was off of work today, and he was home. That meant one of two things. Hell was freezing over, or he had just gotten dumped by his flavor of the month. Dave didn't care though, it's not like Bro ever brought them home. It did, however, mean he had to stay out of his way. Dave didn't want to be pulled into an unnecessary strife. So that meant other than sneaking around he was pretty much confined to his room.

And that left him here, sitting on his bed, balancing a pencil on his lip, trying to figure out what to do, when his cell rang.

Dave, wondering who the hell would call rather than text, answer with an ironic, "Yo."

"Hello?" he heard a nervous voice ask. It was pretty high pitched, and kind of raspy, completely unfamiliar to Dave. No one he could recognize, at least by voice.

"Who is this?" Dave asked, confused as to who had gotten his number.

"I don't know, who are you?" the person asked accusingly.

"I asked you first," Dave pointed out.

"You're the one who had the audacity to write their number in a public book," they shot back.

Dave blinked, surprised. He had forgotten about his totally ironic note in that book (mostly because no one else had called). He didn't even remember which book he left it in.

"You're the one stupid enough to call it," he replied after a second's pause.

"I'd like to know who's responsible for me having to take precious time out of my schedule to report the book having been vandalized. I should've expected that you'd be such a douche," the guy sassed back.

This guy is a piece of work, Dave though bitterly. He remembered the title.

"Dude, that book was for chicks, I was trying to pick up some ladies," Dave said, snickering at him, and also the ironic fact that he himself read the book, (and liked it, but Dave was not so self aware to know that yet).

"Romance is fine literature, and who the fuck said it's for girls?" the guy huffed angrily, "I find them very interesting, and anyone who says otherwise can shove it up their fucking ass."

"No man, romance novels are like the lamest things in existence. Half of them don't even have any plot other than that kissy-gooey-lovey shit." Dave scoffed, "Action is where it's at."

"That steaming pile of crap? Wanna talk about no plot, there's a perfect example! All of it's just explosion and fight scenes that defy the laws of physics. There's nothing real about them!" the guy on the other end spat.

"And what exactly do you think is realistic about people throwing themselves at each other?" Dave pointed out calmly.

"You know what, why the fuck am I even discussing this with you? Just give me your name so I can get this stupid conversation over with."

"No, I don't think I will." Dave liked messing with this guy.

"Vandalism is a nuisance and should come with consequences!"

"Are we done here?" Dave was kinda bored with listening to him rant.

"No, I'm not done yelling at you!"

"You know what I think?" Dave said, continuing before the guy could say anything, "I think you like talking to me."

"What?! No fucking way! I wouldn't even be having this conversation if it weren't for you and your stupid little note!" came out of the phone so loud Dave had to hold the phone away from his ear.

"I guess I won't be hearing from you again then." Dave said coolly.

"No, you most definitely won't!"

"Good."

"Great!"

"Bye." Dave hung up the phone. It was better he didn't have to deal with that guy anyways. So why did he feel so disappointed?

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Karkat, in a complete rage, had just slammed his cellphone onto his desk and was now sitting in his desk chair with his very pink face in his hands.

He was angry, (Oh yes was he angry), but there was also this weird feeling of curiosity. And a strange small fluttering in his heart. Was that really it? He had called wanting the guy's name but had gotten something much different.

He had gotten a crush.