AN: If it's been a long wait for you, I apologize for that, and I apologize if this is a bad chapter. But I'm glad if you do enjoy and want to see more. Thanks.

Update: I know it's been late, I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and other things in my mind, so, sorry chapter three isn't here yet . . . I promise, it'll be out. This story isn't done.

-Porcy

All that Karkat Vantas could hear was his consistent typing along on his laptop. It seemed to be almost an eternity for him to receive his Internet back as he couldn't pay the bill on time, of work being dirt-cheap with pay and no options he could venture to. He had kicked back onto his bed with his back against the wall surfing the net and seeing if he missed anything, and now he was practicing his amateur hacking with nothing else to do on his day off in his small apartment.

He had always struggled with money ever since he was on his own. He was in college going through courses of being a security guard, and he realized of the seemingly heavy stress he was putting upon him for this job. He was interested of surveillance and enforcement upon the law of society and humanity; even though of how much he hated humanity. He was never a people-person in the years of his bitter life, he never connected to anybody personally outside of his school, where that was the only outside environment he was pulled with his hands tied tight. He had an average IQ, but a vocabulary worth foaming in the mouth over.

Despite his dream of becoming a security guard, he was shorter than other men and was scrawny for his tough-pounded ambition. To combat this disadvantage, he would take trips to the gym at a regular persistence with some amount of luck, but never enough. He still could never defend himself.

There were before some times of when he nearly got picked on for a fight of some overall thugs around the apartment complex, but to no avail. He had been in one fight before, to which Karkat was in critical condition over, and an incident where he would last ever think about. He was battered, bruised, and left confused. After the fight and the trip to the hospital, Karkat never spoke of the ambush ever again.

Karkat also lived in a cruddy apartment, filled with economically depressed rags and a couple thieves here and there.

Enough for Karkat Vantas to survive, at least.

It was a lazy day for him, and all he had on was his ratty grey jacket and his black jeans, the knees ripped and the threads hanging desperately loose. His eyes studied and focused upon his blackened screen with green codes, typing into his keyboard to another oblivion. His ambition was rising and his temples beating and scorching.

He was attempting to expand his hacking skills up to a T for about several months now. Yet, he had never gotten a knack of technology. He would try and keep trying until he fell down to failure like a pile of decomposing bones. His anger issues rising and his level of coolness slipping down. This time he feels the time had came where he finally may succeed in a hacking session. This was true joyous rarities to dig over, and now he may have a chance of achieving it! This was how Vantas should be able to be.

Rows and rows of numbers and letters he read as he kept typing. He could feel his anticipated success course through his mind and heart, and he started smiling.

His eyes didn't leave the screen until his phone started to ring.

Gamzee's smile gleamed upon his face and he pressed his phone close to his right ear, awaiting for a special bestie's missed response. It had seemed forever since him and Karkat had communicated, about years actually. Their relationship as best friends toppled over itself whenever Karkat had gotten into a huge broad fight at the age of eighteen, and ever since then they stopped talking altogether. Now Gamzee was gone out of Karkat's life, and Gamzee was now going to talk to him.

It had took a couple rings for Gamzee to hear his voice again.

"Hello? Who the hell is this?"

"Hey Karbro! I'm - glad to hear from my bro again!"

There was a long pause coming from Karkat's line, and Gamzee's heart drooped, thinking that Karkat may have already given up of the call.

Along with the pause there was a discomforted sigh. "Gamzee? How do you still have my phone number? Why the fuck are you calling?"

"I . . . " Gamzee stumbled upon his words after that response.

So, he guessed that Karkat hadn't forgiven him after the years.

"I wanted to all up and hear from my long-lost best bro, you know?"

"Well I don't want to hear from you ever again! Not now, not ever!"

Gamzee's voice softened. "Karbro, please . . . " Gamzee's mellow happiness didn't suffice over Karkat's smoldering voice.

"Why? Why do you want to talk to me? It's clear to me that you're doing astonishing on your own with the fucking tubs of money you get every single moment you live in that mansion." Karkat took a breath and continued. "You beaten me to a tarnished pulp over your fucking miraculous miracles you call your fucking drugs, and after three years of everything being okay without each other you're back?" He stopped and took another breath. "I have every right to despise you! I fucking hate you!"

Gamzee's mouth gaped open, being revised by what happened three years ago. It made him feel so horrible that Karkat still carried so much hatred in his heart, but, he still had beaten his best friend and left him at the streets bleeding and bruised.

But yet no charges were pressed for him. Nothing was brought up towards him for karma.

"Then, why didn't you change your phone number or some shit?" Gamzee mustered out. His upper lip sucking in its bottom counterpart.

Karkat again didn't reply at immediate thought. The other line was quiet and all Gamzee could hear was his breathing.

"Well I didn't expect to hear from your sorry ass again. I thought we were over and done with. Sure, we might of been the best of friends then but but we are sure as hell not anymore." Karkat sighed in its angry chime. "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye Gamzee."

Gamzee didn't rebuttal anything and the call ended.

Karkat's eyes didn't leave his phone after he hung up from Gamzee. His eyes now studying nothing. It was almost like he had forgotten him after three years. He shoved Gamzee into the void of his mind and couldn't feel to hate or forgive him anymore. It was over, it was done with, he was gone out of his life forever with just a lingering memory and Karkat's psychology more extraordinary.

Was it okay to let go? At this moment Karkat had forgotten the answer to that question. He hated Gamzee, but now in the present it didn't seem to have mattered anymore.

He looked back at his computer screen and decided to finish what he started. Until he heard a knock at the door.

The now enraged and bubbling Karkat looked up from where he was and scoffed. He put his laptop on his bed and walked to his front door, peering through the peephole.

To his dead-on anticipation, he saw Gamzee Makara smiling with his lazy mouth grinning ear to ear.

Without even opening the door to greet Gamzee, he scowled: "You need to get the hell out now, Makara."

"Aw c'mon Karbro," Gamzee answered, and upon Karkat's second glance at the peephole his smile never changed. "you're still my best friend to me."

Karkat opened the door and his glare and frown met into Gamzee's smile and elated stare. "If you weren't, and if I really did all up and meant that all that long ago, why did I even motherfucking came back?"

"Does that even fucking matter Gamzee?" Karkat shot back, his temples feeling lit with fire over Gamzee's presence. "You still did what you fucking did, asshole. And despite you coming back you're probably still phased out from all the drugs you take. The only fucking reason why you're so uppity fucking bright is because of them!"

Gamzee's face lost all the liveliness of it. His eyes were still gleaming but to a now dimmer tone. "I stopped taking all of that after the, uh, night."

Karkat took a deep breath and stared into Gamzee's serious face. "Is that so now?"

"I, all up and felt horrible about what I motherfuckin' did. Really, I felt like shit when we stopped talkin' and immediately took a step back from the drugs and got some motherfucking help . . . I really didn't mean to bruise you up and shit, Karbro. It was the motherfuckin' false miracles . . . "

"You stopped? Your eyes are bloodshot."

"I just took one joint. I freakin' swear, I'm fine n-"

"Just please," Karkat looked him dead in the eye and his eyes escaped to his feet's point of view. "get some help, and stay away from me for now on."

"But I'm fine now Karbro!" Gamzee clutched the door from closing and stared into Karkat. "No hardcore drugs or anythin'."

Karkat's eyes narrowed. "I'm busy at the moment, so if you supposedly feel the need to talk to me, I'll call you. Will that satisfy you?"

"Sure thing," Gamzee said, his smile spreading to his cheeks again. "At your house, bro?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Awesome bro, see ya later."

Gamzee let go of the door and Karkat slammed it closed. He turned around to revisit his mellow stroll around town.

And as the days and nights pass on more, he was still waiting for Karkat's call.