John wins most of the races you play after that. You guess he's had more time to practice, since he has this game. You couldn't care less though, since you've already won the only race that mattered to you. Although, you'd be lying if you said that you didn't get frustrated when John or Dave beat you. Okay, so you still get pretty mad. But, hey. You're a pretty competitive person.
Time flies by more quickly than you thought it would, and before you know it, you're waving goodbye to John and walking to Dave's car. He unlocks it and climbs into the car. You follow, plopping down into the passenger seat. He turns the key and pulls out of the driveway, pulling his seatbelt over him. "You should put your seatbelt on." He says.
"Why? Are you a bad driver or something?" You roll your window down, since you like the feeling of the wind. He sighs. "No, but there are a bunch of idiot drivers here. You never know what someone is going to do."
You huff out an irritated breath. "Fine. Whatever you say, Strider." You pull your seatbelt over you and click it into place. "Happy now?" You sneer at him. "Oh yeah. Incredibly happy." He grins.
You roll your eyes and look out of the window. The rest of the drive goes by mostly in silence, and about fifteen minutes go by before Dave pulls into a parking space behind a tall building. "Alright. We're here."
You unbuckle and get out of the car. Dave locks it once you close the door and leads you into the building. You follow him into an elevator and he hits the twelfth floor button. The elevator starts upward and Dave looks over at you, grinning lightly. "Hope you're not afraid of heights, Kitkat." You scowl. "I'm not. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Karkat?"
He shrugs. "How many times do I have to say that nicknames suit you?"
"They do not."
"Yes they do."
Nope. You are not going to answer that. Too many back and forths have been started that way. You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles.
"What are you laughing at?" You demand.
"You have the funniest reactions to things."
"My reactions are no funnier than anyone else's."
"Whatever you say."
You growl, and the elevator doors open. You both exit the elevator and walk to a door. He unlocks it and holds it open for you. "After you, Karkitten."
You roll your eyes and walk into the apartment. It's bigger than your own apartment, that's for sure. You question why there are swords and puppets with large noses and even larger asses lying around the place. "What the fuck?" You mutter. Dave closes the door behind him. "They're Bro's. He has weird hobbies."
You scoff. "I can tell."
He tosses his car keys onto the coffe table in the livingroom. "Want a drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
He pauses. "Uhh...I know we still have some apple juice left. We might have some soda or milk, too, though. Unless Bro didn't get more either."
"Can I just have some soda?"
"If we have some left, then sure." You follow him into the kitchen, which harbors even more of the weird shit lying around. He opens the fridge, dodging an avalanche of shitty swords that come tumbling out. "You're in luck. We still have some cola left." He pulls out a soda bottle and a bottle of apple juice. He sets them on the counter to grab two cups from a cabinet, then pours your drink. You take it and sip from it as he pours his own. "Alright. I'm not really sure when Bro's gonna get home, so wanna head to my room for some privacy?"
You nod. "Sure." He leads you down a hall and into a doorway, closing it behind him. "What are those?" You point at the electronics sitting on a table on the other side of the room. He grins. "I'm glad you asked. Those are my turntables."
"Turntables, huh? What are you, a dj?"
He shrugs. "Not at a club or anything, but being a dj would be really cool. Bro is a dj down at one of the clubs."
"Is that where he is now?"
"Yeah. So he probably won't be home until late, but sometimes he gets off early."
You sip out of your cup again. "Okay. So can I ask you my questions now?"
He sighs and sits on his bed. "Well I lost the bet, so go ahead." He pats the bed next to him, offering you a seat. You sit and scan your head for a good first question. "Okay, so, if you're dating Terezi, then why'd you kiss me? Isn't that technically cheating on her?"
"Yeah, but I was planning on breaking up with her since before that night." He frowns.
You blink up at him in surprise. "Really? Why?"
He frowns harder. "She's really clingy, and I just don't feel any spark with her."
"Oh.."
"And I kissed you, because I wanted to see if I even could feel a spark with someone."
You narrow your eyes at him. "So what? I was just your ginuea pig?"
He huffs out a breath. "Well yeah, a little bit. But also I think you're pretty damn cute."
Your face heats up slightly. "And uh...did you...did you feel any spark?" You ask it somewhat quietly. You want to know if he felt the same spark that you did. If he clicked.
He looks at you. "Yeah. I did feel a spark." You feel relieved that you weren't the only one, but at the same time, your heart won't stop pounding.
"Did you?"
You pause, suddenly feeling very shy. What if he's messing with you again? Then again, he doesn't look like he is. Plus he said he'd tell the truth. You nod lightly. "Yeah...I felt it."
He lets out a breath. "Aw man, that's good. I was a bit worried that you didn't."
You can hardly breathe. He felt the same way? He was worried that you hadn't felt a click, just like you had been worried that he hadn't? "So was I." You can feel your face getting warmer and warmer.
He smiles down at you. You give a small smile back, then ask another question. "But wait...just the other day, you went to hang out with Terezi. Was that..?"
"That was the day that I broke up with her."
You give him a sympathetic look. "You just broke up with her, and you're saying all of this to me? Didn't you really like her?"
He sighs. "Well maybe I did at first, but for quite a while now, I've felt like she just wasn't the right person for me. It felt more like I was hanging out with a good friend."
"So you just kept making her believe that you still wanted to be with her?"
He shakes his head. "It's not like that. I know it was an asshole thing to do, but I just didn't know how to tell her. But I finally got the courage to do it."
You frown. "How badly did she take it?" Terezi may be annoying at times, but she's still a good friend of yours, and you don't like the thought of her being heart broken.
"Not very. Turns out that about halfway through, she started liking that one friend of yours that drinks that soda all of the time."
"Gamzee..." You say. He nods. "Yeah, that one. She's been using our relationship for a while now to make him jealous. That's why she's been so clingy lately."
You just stay quiet. You don't really know what to say. You never guessed that Terezi likes Gamzee. Frankly, you can't really imagine them together. But maybe Gamzee does like her. You don't know, since you never thought to ask.
"Dave...I'm sorry that happened..." Is all you can manage. He gives you a warm smile. "Thanks, Karkat. But don't worry, I'm not all that sad about it. I feel better now, actually. Now that I'm out of that confusing relationship."
You nod, then realize something. "You called me by my name." You nudge him playfully, grinning a bit. He grins back. "Well don't get used to it. I still think nicknames are cuter on you."
You roll your eyes, still grinning. He nudges you back. "You really should smile more."
"Whatever." You smirk up at him.
He pulls you into a hug, and you blink in surprise, slowly hugging him back. "Karkat, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" You ask, your face in his chest.
"I wanted to know if you'd think about going out with me sometime."
You blush and look up at him in surprise. "Really?"
He nods, smiling at you. "Yeah."
You nuzzle against him and he hugs you more tightly. "Yeah, I could definately think about it." You smile.
He smiles too, resting his chin on your head. "Done thinking yet?" He asks playfully.
"Yup." You say.
"And?"
You grin humorously. "Of course I'll go out with you, you impatient asshole."