A/N: Hey! So I would have written this earlier, considering I had Fall Break last week, but my parents basically wanted to spend every minute with me. And in my free time I decided to draw a little, because my tablet and Photoshop is at home, so I can only draw on the computer at home. But it's written now, so here it is.

Also my birthday was Sunday, so you guys could give me reviews as a gift, considering they make me all warm and fuzzy inside!

As always, I own nothing


My hands started shaking by the time I pulled into a parking spot outside the restaurant at precisely 7:30. Vriska, on the other hand, had one foot propped up, and had her hands behind her head, which was bobbing to some crappy pop song. She must have felt the car stop, because she opened her eyes and glanced over at me, a lazy smirk on her face.

"Is someone nervous her friends won't like me?" The taunt slipped from her as she undid her seatbelt. She straightened out and faced me fully.

"No. It's not that. Usually you can get along with at least one person. You just have a way of… making situations embarrassing for me."

"What can I say, you're fun to embarrass. You blush so easily. It's cute." Against my will I felt my face warm up. "See?" She poked my cheek.

"Just, please, try to behave." I groaned, undoing my own seatbelt.

"Who, me?" She asked, trying to sound innocent, a hand on her chest and everything.

"I swear Vriska." I glared at her, which caused her to simply laugh. Time to pull out the secret weapon then. "Fine. You intentionally embarrass me tonight, and I'll bring up Him." I threatened, the last word a growl. Color drained from her face, and her face contorted into one of terror.

"You wouldn't dare!" She freaked out a bit.

"Call my bluff then. See what happens." I flashed her a smirk of my own and got out of the car.

"Kan!" I heard her yell as she scrambled out of the car after me. "You promised you'd never bring that up again." She whined as she ran to catch up with me.

"And I won't, as long as you behave." I smiled and patted her head.

"I hate you…" She muttered as I pulled the door open.

"Of course you do." I said in a singsong voice, knowing I had won. I walked up to the hostess, and asked where the rest of the group was. She pointed me back towards the bar and I lead Vriska over towards the table once I spotted my coworkers.

"Kanaya!" John called as he waved over-animatedly in our direction.

"Hey." Dave, a tall boy with shaggy blonde hair and a strange affinity for sunglasses, nodded towards us. Thankfully he had forgone the glasses tonight, and I could see his bright hazel eyes.

"Hey guys, this is my friend, Vriska. Vriska this is John and Dave, the two guys I usually work with." I introduced them all as I sat down. Vriska sat down between John and I, nodding in greeting. "Where's Rose?" I asked when I noticed the final member of our party missing.

"Right behind you." Her voice caused me to jump a little, which of course caused Vriska to snicker, but to her credit she did try and cut it short. Rose sat down on the other side of me, between Dave and I.

"Hello Rose. This is Vriska," I motioned to Vriska, "the friend I told you about earlier.

"Nice to meet you." Rose extended a hand to Vriska, right across my chest. Vriska raised an eyebrow at the offered hand, but took it anyway.

"Likewise." Vriska responded, grasping Rose's hand firmly. Suddenly I felt trapped in the middle of something I didn't quite understand, but, thankfully, was saved by the server coming for drink orders.

Once the drinks were on the table, Vriska shed the gray jacket she was wearing, hanging it on the back of her chair.

"Wow! That's awesome!" John exclaimed, staring right at Vriska's metal arm. "You're like the T-X!"

"I have no idea what that means." Vriska admitted with a laugh before taking a sip from her drink.

"He's a movie junkie. Safe to bet it's from a movie." Dave told Vriska.

"Like you haven't seen the 'Terminator' movies." John huffed at Dave.

"Oh, I have. I was just informing her for future reference, considering the drunker you get, the more obscure your references get." Dave informed him with a smirk, motioning to the beer in front of John.

"Whatever." John turned back to Vriska to explain. "The bad guy from the third Terminator movie was a shape-shifting robot woman. Ooh! Can you make your arm into any weapons?" He was literally bouncing up and down at this point.

"Calm down bro. Soon your going to ask her if she can make her chest bigger too." Dave mocked, taking a sip of his drink.

Of course, his statement came in the middle of me taking a sip of my water, causing me to choke on the liquid. Rose patted my back as I coughed to clear my throat. Vriska, on the other hand, simply stared at her chest, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Nope." She looked up at John. "I guess they're stuck this size." She joked.

"I wasn't going to- I would never! I swear- That's not- God damn it Dave!" John's face fell into his hands, but not before we all saw the blush covering his cheeks.

"Hey, it's cool. I get the reference so don't sweat it. And, no, it's not a shape-shifting arm." She assured him, extending the arm to let him take a look at it.

"Well, it's still awesome. Can I ask why you have it?" He asked her tentatively as he touched the metal.

"Small explosion. Lost the arm and sight in my left eye." She stated very matter-of-factly, but I could still see the tension in her face. Unconsciously I placed a hand on her knee and squeezed. A hand covered mine, and a smile flashed across her face as she continued to watch John study the appendage. I wasn't quite sure why, but her smile cause one to make its way onto my own face.

"So who built the arm?" Rose inquired, admiring it from afar.

"You remember Nepeta?" I asked, leaning back a bit to give her a better view.

"The one I got my kitten from? Your neighbor?" Rose asked, clearly puzzled.

"Yeah, that one. Her friend is a robotics genius. He built the arm." I told her as the waiter came to ask if we were ready to order. We asked for another minute, and all turned to our menus to figure out what we wanted.

So far so good. I thought to myself, suddenly feeling better about the whole night.


"You should have seen her in elementary school. She grew so much faster than the rest of us, but she went through such an awkward uncoordinated phase in the fourth grade. I swear, she could barely walk without tripping." Vriska had just finished telling yet another wonderful story from our youth, of course centered on me, causing the table to laugh. I swear, you give the girl some alcohol, and she turns into a chatterbox.

"Vriska, remember our conversation from the car?" I hissed under my breath at her.

"Oh loosen up Fussyfangs! It's not that bad." She patted me on the shoulder. "Now, what else do you guys wanna know?" She asked the table.

"Any embarrassing love stories?" Rose asked with a smirk.

"I've got one." I declared, cutting off Vriska before she could speak.

"Kan. Come on, you wouldn't!" Vriska grabbed my arm in protest.

"Oh, I would. You guys want to hear about Vriska's first crush?" I looked around the table, and got three adamant head nods, and one shake, coming from the girl in question. "Well, in the sixth grade we got a foreign exchange student in our middle school. His name was Eridan. He was tall, dark, handsome, with an accent and everything."

"I'm not seeing how this is embarrassing." Dave commented.

"Just wait. So Vriska sees him the first day of school and decides that they're going to be together forever. But instead of talking to him like a normal person she decides to borderline stalk him from afar. Didn't you actually follow him home one day?" I asked her with a grin.

"Maybe…" She reluctantly admitted.

"Right. I believe she even put a note in his locker one day. This goes on for about a month before he finally figures it all out, and he confronts her. He told her that he was flattered and all, but she wasn't his type. Vriska, being so stubborn, asked him why, and he informed her that he was gay. The best part though, was that the boy was flamboyant, and about seven different people had already told Vriska that very same thing."

"You had a crush on a gay guy?" John asked, holding back a laugh.

"So I have lousy gay-dar, sue me!" She threw her hands up in defeat, groaning.

"Vriska, he took me shopping one day, and gave me fashion tips. He loved shoes and scarves more than anything. I mean, I don't mean to play on stereotypes, but come on." I laughed and bumped her shoulder. "I will never understand why you liked him anyway. The boy couldn't even say your name."

"How so?" Rose asked.

"He had issues with his 'w's and 'v's. He added them together a lot. I was Vwriska." She told them, putting a hand over her eyes.

"That's hilarious." Dave chuckled.

"I hate you all. Especially you." She glared at me.

"Hey, I warned you." I laughed.

Our conversation continued for a while longer, each of us exchanging embarrassing stories from the past, before we finally admitted it was time to go home. Waving goodbye, I lead a tipsy Vriska back to the car and headed home. She was oddly quiet in the car, and walking up to the apartment.

"Your boss has a crush on you." She stated once we were in my living room.

"Excuse me?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Rose. She likes you. It's obvious by the way she watches you, and the way she glared whenever you touched me." Vriska informed me, shedding her jacket and throwing it on the couch.

"Really? But she's never said anything." I wrinkled my brows, trying to think back over our interactions.

"Why so deep in thought. You considering it?" She walked over and punched me lightly on the arm.

"Why, you jealous?" Sarcasm laced my words, but it was lost in the drunken haze surrounding her brain.

"Do I have a reason to be?" She shot back with a smirk, her arms crossed, mirroring my posture.

"Funny. No, I'm not into her like that. And she knows that, which is why she hasn't tried anything I guess." I reasoned.

"Well, let's hope she keeps it that way. I wouldn't want to have to kick her ass." She told me, a twinkle in her eye. She walked up to me, and out of the blue, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for a wonderful night." Laughter shone in her eyes as she spun around and headed to the bedroom, leaving me there, holding a hand on my cheek. The skin tingled where her lips had touched, and I found myself unable to move as a foreign, but definitely not unpleasant, sensation engulfed me.

I must have been standing there like a moron for a while, because Vriska poked her head out of the bedroom to look for me.

"Coming Fussyfangs?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." I told her, forcing my body to move again. I got ready for bed quickly, still in a haze, and crawled into bed next to the softly snoring blonde. Even with the lights out I was hyperaware of her right next to me, and how right it felt. A calm and warm feeling washed over me, and without really thinking, I decided I wanted to fall asleep next to her for a long time to come.

That revelation chased all calm from me, and I shot up. Realization cleared any haze in my head, and caused a small panic to settle in my stomach. I had a crush on my best friend. I had a crush on a straight girl. I had a crush on Vriska. Vriska of all people!

"Shit."


A/N: Finally, right? Anyway, I promise some VrisKan in the next chapter. I actually know what I'm going to write, so it's just the process of writing it, not the whole brainstorming process as well. Hopefully that means it will be up soon (this weekend maybe?). No promises though.