Hey, look who decided to pick up the computer and actually WRITE for a change!

Me, that's who.

So guess what happens when two out of three of your best friends are suicidal?

Yeah, sorry about the late update :/

Soldier of Darkness: Thanks! It's really awesome when people actually give reasons why they like my story :D

Romanji: I agree, I was noticing I'm trying to make the readers laugh by throwing in that style of narration instead of focusing on the actual keeping-in-character-and-other-aspects-of-the-story part of it. Am working on that though!

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-z/S

((I'm going to try and switch narration styles a little bit, so I'm switching out of the 2nd person for now. Tell me how you like the change in reviews.))

She hadn't really smiled for a while, obviously pretty unusual for her. Usual meant teeth glinting like stars, and a personality to match. In fact, she hadn't really felt like her in a long time either.

When he came up behind her, she was surprised. Not only at the smell in general, because she hadn't caught a strong whiff in ages, but because she wasn't expecting to not have a smile immediately covering her face and giggle like a maniac.

"Can we talk, Tez?" He managed to get out through his still-covered-in-metal mouth. He had learned to pronounce things correctly without trying to move his teeth, and although it sounded a bit strange, it wasn't too hard to understand what he was saying.

She sat still for a moment. Should she say yes? She didn't see the harm in it, although she didn't see the harm in saying no either...

"Sure." she replied, before she could ponder it too much. Thinking was getting in the way of now, and now could be the fixing or breaking point of... whatever it was that Karkat and Terezi were at this point.

She stood up. He watched her, noticing that her expression seemed blank. Her expression was never blank. Was this a facade? Some sick, twisted version of real life she contorted so she could treat it like one of her trials? No... even then she had a spark in her monotone eyes, but now they just seemed... cold. Cold red. Like industrial metal that was painted so the factory workers wouldn't feel like convicts in a jailhouse. Even her glasses seemed more human than she did right now. As she stood there, almost motionless, waiting for you to lead, she took on the aura of a painting, a woman dancing to a sad song on a rainy night. This wasn't natural for her.

This wasn't Terezi. Something was terribly... horribly wrong here, he thought.

Was it me?

He started to move, leading the way to the roof. She followed suit, and quickly realized where he was taking her. He glanced back. She was walking quietly, not talking, eyelids drooped slightly, which gave the effect that she was looking at the floor. He looked ahead, and stopped at the stairs. She always went up the stairs first so he could catch her if she fell. But did that apply here? Would she even want him to catch her? Would she be upset if he went first? What should he do? What would happen if he gave the motion for her to go first? What if...

She stepped forward, and started climbing the stairs, almost mocking him unknowingly. He almost smiled.

Maybe she'll be alright.

Or maybe it was just habit.

He followed her up the stairs. She was silent, for once. It was almost unnerving, having her here, but not talking. It was... different.

They stepped out onto the roof, and the girl sits down. He remains standing. They wait in silence, until one of them begins to speak.

"Look, Tez... I... I'm so sorry. I didn't... I... fuck. Look, I didn't want to hurt you like that, or make you uncomfortable, or... whatever the fuck happened with you... with me. I... just don't want to avoid you anymore. I have to have you in my life, but not like this. Please... I just... fucking... don't want this to be the way it is. I get it if you don't fucking want it to be like it was, but I can't handle this being... nothing. If you want to stay with that prick I won't stop you, but I... just... need to have you at least talking to me! Please...?" He chokes out. His eyes are closed, dreading her answer. His breathing is heavy and loud, as if he had just run a marathon. So many thoughts are swirling, tumbling, swarming around in his head creating a cloud of chaotic thoughts all connected to one point just three feet away from him. All connected to one girl. Just one person. The girl that would most likely save his ass again when it was time to face Jack. The girl that could either crush his soul or make his heart sing with just one word. The girl that he knew... would probably still lick his face no matter how much he told her to stop. He opens his eyes, watching her as he listens for her response. But... she still hasn't answered. She's still sitting there, with her legs pulled to her chest and her head on her knees and her eyes closed behind her glasses that glinted ever so slightly in the light of the stars around them. It was cold out, and she shivered as she opened her eyes. She sniffed, and tilted her head just so, gazing up at this boy that was just slightly younger than her. Said boy, he watches her as she does this, noting the fact that she actually looked rather cute when she was thinking.

But of course, when didn't she look cute?

She opens her mouth to say something, and he falters, his breath catching for a moment.

"Where in hell did you come up with the idea that I'm with Dave?"

He almost laughs.

Almost.

"Well... I... the day after the... thing... I tried to look for you to apologize, and... well... I looked in Dave's room... and... you were there... and... he was half naked, and, well, what in gogfucking name was I supposed to think? That you had just had... what... a feeling jam? On a pile of... puppets?"

She looked taken aback, and then burst out laughing.

"You really thought that something had happened? Dave sleeps with his shirt off, stupid! Jegus fuck, you really thought that I would jump into a bucket with Dave RIGHT AFTER we had had a fight? You must be so jealous to even CONSIDER that notion!" She stood up, still giggling, with that award-winning grin of hers. You crack a small smile, showing your still-wired teeth.

"Yeah, I guess that was a little farfetched..." You mutter.

"A little? Oh Karkles, you have no idea how stupid that sounded when it came tumbling out of your silly little metal mouth~!" she cackles, stepping closer to wrap her arms around your neck. Instinctively, his arms wrap around her slim-yet-curvy figure. She buries her head in his chest, being ever careful not to stab him. Her giggling subsides, and all that is left is the silence and the warm atmosphere of matesprit's affection. "You know I really did miss you, nubby."

"Yeah, I missed you too. You have no fucking idea."