Be Karkat Vantas
I was a very pissed off Karkat Vantas that had not seen his boyfriend in almost two weeks, and I was planning on fixing that.
It'd snowed all throughout the night and into the morning, the first snow of December. There were seven or eight inches of the stuff on the ground, which made me want to throw up. I hated the snow. I hated cold, wet things, and didn't understand how anyone could like winter. Much to my chagrin, my boyfriend was one of the dumbasses who liked the season and the snow and skiing and all that "fun" shit.
Today, I was going to put myself through hell just to make him happy.
After swearing about my lack of a car, even a shitty one, I began to trudge across the neighborhood to Strider's house. I'd never really been to the Striders' before, but I knew which one it was since Dave would always have to stop back there for something.
About halfway through my trek, I came across John Egbert shoveling his driveway. "Hi, Karkat!" he greeted excitedly, toothy grin spread across his face as he waved.
I gave some half-assed, grumpy greeting back before he asked where I was going.
"Strider's," I grumbled back.
"Oh, are you two still dating?" he asked as he tried to clean his glasses on his parka.
I nodded a bit, still walking.
"Guess I owe Jade ten bucks."
That made me stop in my tracks. I turned my head all the way to look at Egbert, and growled out, "You and Jade made a bet on how long our relationship would last?"
He nodded, expression telling me he had no idea why that was upsetting.
Luckily for him, I was freezing and didn't have time to put up with his shit. Instead, I settled for mumbling, "Asshole."
John called as I moved onto the next house, "Bye Karkat!"
I shoved my gloved hand out behind me and flipped him off.
About ten more minutes passed before I was facing the Striders' door. After a deep breath (or sixteen), I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell. And of fucking course his doorbell was rigged to play presumably "ironic" opera music.
The last man I wanted to answer the door answered the door, which only makes sense, because life just hates me that fucking much. Dirk "Bro" Strider stared down at me, strange scalene triangle sunglasses blocking his eyes from view.
"Hi," I finally managed, squeaking a bit.
He stayed still for about another thirty seconds before turning and yelling into the house, "Dave! You forgot to mention your boyfriend's the size of a third grader and just as cute!"
"BRO!" rang through the house. It was Dave, and he sounded fucking panicked. I was fucking panicked too; I didn't know how to properly respond to the third grader comment because I really didn't want to scream at a man with a sword hanging from his belt.
Bro chuckled, moving out of sight only a moment before Dave appeared. I'd never seen him look so flustered, and to be honest, it was kind of adorable in a strange, Strider way.
He was wearing a different pair of shades today; they were those shitty hipster/nerd kind, and I thought they looked out of place on him. Still, from behind the thick scarf I was wearing, I could feel myself smiling, though I wasn't sure exactly why.
Dave's poker face returned as he noted, "You hate the snow."
"Really?" I responded. "I must've forgotten. Thank you for reminding me, Your Thoughtfulness."
"What are you doing here?"
For a second I panicked, thinking he must not have want to see me, and maybe that was why we hadn't been out in so long. "I can go," I squeaked, turning around.
His hand caught my shoulder and pulled me back as he said, "Don't leave."
For some reason I'll never understand, my stupid heart fluttered.
I hated when it did that. That shit hurts, and it's embarrassing. Still, I muttered back, "Okay."
He asked awkwardly, "Do you want to come inside?"
I shook my head ferociously. I never wanted to see Bro Strider again, for as long as I lived, because Jesus Christ that man is intimidating. I told Dave, a little nervously, "I was thinking we could... go play in the snow...?"
Be Dave Strider
I had the best boyfriend ever.
I nodded excitedly, rushing to the spot on the floor where I knew my snow stuff was. Some people thought my messy house was unorganized, but Bro and I knew where everything was. Still, I wanted the place to be a bit cleaner if Karkat came in.
As soon as I stepped out the door in my fluorescent, purely ironic snowsuit from the 90's, Karkat, who'd moved off the porch, hit me in the stomach with a snowball. I eyed him up from under my shades, my expression saying "game on." I quickly reached down and created my own snowball before hurling it at him. For a kid who hated the snow, he was pretty good at this game, and had managed to make another ball while dodging mine.
I dropped to the the ground as Karkat sent a projectile my way, cupping my hands around the snow by my knees.
Karkat and I each sent a snowball flying.
Mine missed.
His didn't.
I had a feeling he meant to hit the shitty hipsters shades I got at Claire's on purpose. The cheap plastic broke in half immediately, falling off my face.
Shit.
Be Karkat Vantas
I tilted my head in confusion as Strider's lame glasses fell off to reveal his closed eyes. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
Instead of answering, Strider turned around and headed inside. Worried that he'd actually liked those things, I did the only rational thing I could in this situation: I jumped on his back.
Arms around his shoulders, and legs around his midsection, I growled, "Where the hell are you going?"
"Back off, Vantas," he responded before ripping me off of him and slamming me into the thankfully thick snow at his feet.
He'd gotten all of two more steps before I'd gathered my senses. I quickly shot forward, tackling his knees. Unprepared, he fell sideways into the snow, and I took the opportunity to clamber on top of him, holding down his wrists and straddling his hips.
Shut up, you perverts.
His eyes were still closed, which pissed me off. "Why the hell won't you look at me?" I growled. "I'm sorry about your glasses, but-"
"Shut up, Vantas."
I scowled, "You baby-eating assmunch. You can't possibly be so pissed about a broken pair of dumb glasses."
Karkat: Open his eyes for him, dickweed
I resent that.
Either way, I still brought my hands to his eyelids, attempting to gently force one open. With his now free hand, he quickly snatched mine away.
"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled, beyond frustrated. "Why won't you look at me?"
Be Dave
Dave: Give up because he won't
Someone's gotta be the bigger man.
I slowly opened my eyes, and -
Shit.
Be Karkat
Karkat: Don't freak out.
It was only then that I remembered I'd never seen Dave without his glasses.
Karkat: And now you know why. Do something!
"Your eyes," I mumbled.
He groaned, closing them again and turning his head.
I wasn't really thinking clearly when I lowered myself onto him and reached to turn his head back. "I like them."
He groaned again. "You hate red."
My heart was beating fast as I shook my head, not exactly caring that he couldn't see me. "I hate obnoxious red, like my brother's stuff. You're still fucking obnoxious, but your eyes aren't."
Karkat: Be interrupted.
WHY.
Bro Strider opened the front door and just started chuckling like a creep, hugging a bulbous stuffed animal to his chest. "No glasses, Dave?" he called.
"BRO!" Dave shrieked (he did, don't listen to what he says). I quickly leaped off of him as he got to his feet. "What the hell?!"
"Doesn't look good, man," Bro responded, smirking the same aggravating smirk his brother sometimes wore. "Practically pedophilia."
Dave frantically pointed at me. "He's in my grade!"
Bro looked impressed and turned his gaze down towards me. "Did you get moved up a few grades?"
I groaned and buried my face into my knees.
Dave ran at his brother and pushed him back inside, slamming the door.
"I'm sorry," the younger Strider quietly apologized once he was sure Bro was gone.
I looked up at him, ten feet away guarding the door, red eyes so alien to me, as I said, "You shouldn't wear your glasses so much."
It was strange knowing for sure that he was looking at me, but like normal, he waited for me to continue instead of replying.
"For Kankri's sake, if anything," I continued, blushing a bit. "You might be able to convince me that red isn't so bad."
AN: Thanks for reading :)