When Karkat got home he went straight into his room, heaving down his stuff and laying out on the floor. He sighed and stretched, reflecting on the conversation he had with Dave earlier. He found it hard to believe that someone like him could be the same person who he'd been speaking to over the phone. But then again, considering what they had talked about it really wasn't surprising at all, and thinking back Karkat could actually identify similarities in their, er his, speech patterns.
Karkat actually felt pretty shitty about what he had said to him. He knew in his heart that Dave had just been insecure about his feelings, but even so, Karkat knew if they were going to make this work Dave needed to be serious about it. Karkat felt if he was willing to try a second time it would be all the confirmation he needed.
Still, Karkat was pretty regretful that they didn't makeout. He wasn't going to lie to himself, Dave was pretty attractive. Dave wasn't the only person who looked at others in the locker room.
Karkat dozed off easily, dreaming of sloppy makeouts.
)0o0(
Pink. Pink. Thunk.
Karkat jolted awake as a large stone hit his window loudly. Wiping the sleep from his eyes and wondering who had the audacity to wake him from his nap, he stood and looked out the window. He was surprised to see it was already dusk, and also that Dave was standing on his lawn with a boombox playing some shitty romance song and a one pound bag of twizzlers. Karkat opened the window, flabbergasted.
"What are you doing here?!" he whisper shouted down to him, "If Kankri catches you out there we're both dead!"
"'Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night'," Dave quoted flawlessly, "I'm here to show you how I feel in a non-douchebaggy way."
"Why are you doing it from the lawn? And did you just quote shakespeare?" Karkat asked, feeling he was catching on to the theme.
Dave turned off the music, "You always wanted life to be like a rom com right? So, just for tonight, I'm gonna make it one."
Karkat wasn't sure whether to facepalm or jump for joy. This was the cheesiest, stupidest and most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for him. His inner romance critic was screaming about all the stupid cliches, but at the same time the rest of him was screaming to just run with it and have some fun for once. This was the voice he listened to.
"Now, will you join me for dinner?" Dave called up, making Karkat feel a rush of excitement. He hadn't even realized there was more to this then what he had already been presented. Karkat held up a finger and peeked out into the hallway. The coast seemed clear. He returned to the window and called down, "Wait there."
"As you wish," Dave quoted, mock bowing.
Karkat crept down the stairs and out onto the lawn. He was greeted by Dave, who held out the bag of twizzlers for Karkat to take, "An apology gift."
"If I remember clearly you said it was creepy to remember little details," Karkat teased, taking it.
"Did I? I don't remember tiny things like that."
"Point taken."
Dave grabbed his hand, pushing up his shades so they were on top of his head and Karkat could see the sincerity in his eyes when he said, "I'm really glad to have met you. And that you gave me another shot."
"Yeah," Karkat agreed, giving him a shy smile, "I guess I'm pretty glad of it too."
Dave brought his other hand up to cup Karkat's cheek, leaning in and kissing him gently. A tingle ran up Karkat's spine as he responded, the tender kiss quickly deepening as-
The sound of a whistle blowing broke through the otherwise quiet lawn, startled the pants off of both of them. Karkat looked up frantically to see Kankri standing in the front doorway, hand on his hip and looking pissed. He swore loudly as Dave tugged on his arm.
"Run," he said, pulling Karkat along to his car, currently parked on the curb. Karkat threw one more hasty glance at Kankri before getting in the passenger's side.
"I'll be home in an hour or two," he said, closing the door as Dave started up the car. Kakrat said to him, "Hurry, before he goes and gets any ideas."
And off they went
)0o0(
"You're not doing it right."
"What? I am so. You're the one sucking too hard."
"I'm doing it fine! You gotta move your head differently."
"I'm trying to- oh my god we're making such a mess."
Dave and Karkat were sitting in an italian restaurant trying (with much difficulty) to do the lady and the tramp spaghetti thing. They both had sauce all over their faces and hands, and they were getting more than a few dirty looks from the people around them.
Karkat picked up his napkin and wiped off his face, "You know this might not even be possible. It is from an animated movie."
"Nah man we just gotta keep trying," Dave said, searching for another noodle long enough. Finding one, he put one end in his mouth, looking expectantly for Karkat to do the same. Karkat sighed and put the other end in his mouth, and they both tried eating the noodle. Like the many times before it, the noodle snapped well before they were even close to kissing, but this time Karkat leaned forward and kissed Dave anyways, who was surprised but happily obliged.
As they broke apart Karkat asked, "Okay can we go now? I'm starting to think we might have a riot on our hands."
"Yeah," Dave agreed, grabbing Karkat's hand as they exited the restaurant. They stepped out into the dusk, and Karkat went to get into the car. Dave stopped him by gently pulling on his arm and saying, "Oh no, we're not leaving yet."
"Hm?" Karkat hummed, turning around. He made a noise of surprise as Dave put his hands on his hips and hoisted him onto the hood of the car.
"One sec," Dave said, opening the car door and leaning in for a second before emerging with the bag of twizzlers he had given him earlier. He boosted himself onto the hood and handed them to Karkat, "For your snacking pleasure."
"Oh? So what now?" Karkat asked curiously.
"Stargazing," Dave answered with a grin.
"And just when I thought this couldn't get any more cliche."
Dave laughed at this, leaning over and putting an arm around Karkat as the looked up at the stars. Karkat rested his head on Dave's shoulder, smiling contentedly.
"Thank you for this," Karkat said quietly.
"It's no problem," Dave said, "This kind of stuff is pretty cool actually. I'm glad I could do it all with you."
Karkat was glad it was dark to hide his blush. He couldn't think of anything to say that adequately expressed how he felt, so he responded by leaning up and kissing him instead.
He got the message.
A.N. And there it is folks! I'm not quite sure where to go from here, so if this ends up being the last chapter don't be surprised. Don't worry though! I have a whole other fic I've already started writing. I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you all for reading!