Nothing beats the humid air slapping you across the face in the late afternoon. And who could forget the mind blowing feeling of sweat dripping down your spine? Yes sir, this was the life. The fucking, detesful, medeocre, horrible, disgusting, and freaking 60 degrees life.
He'd been on the road for five hours, not nearly his limit, but already, Karkat missed John and Dave. Sure, he hardly knew anything about him, he being the same, yet they still made him feel appreciated. Like he mattered. As though he weren't just a particle of dust in the vast, neverending universe. Karkat shook that thought away. Fuck, stay focused. You're feeling hungry. Rest.
The boy sat down, his legs immidiately feeling relief, and ran a hand through his raven hair. It was moist from sweat, making Karkat feel gross and unsanitized. Plowing through his backpack, comeplete with one stick of deoderant (thoughroughly applied), a toothbush, one tube of toothpaste, three chocolate bars (Probably melted), and finally, a wallet. Which contained around $3000. He had his life savings in that leather pouch, every penny he'd ever been given.
Let's just say Karkat had been planning this trip for a long time.
After he ate that poor chocolate bar, he continued his march. Hitchiking was next on his list of things he'd need to do, and as the cars slipped by, the idea was quite appealing. Hesitantly, he stood at the edge of the highway, the rubble burning at his sneaker tips. Karkart jabbed his thumb to the left, unsure of what to really do.
One car. Two cars. Three cars. Four cars. Five. Six. Seven. All of them ignored him, but Karkat wasn't discouraged. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.
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Thirty-two. It had been thirty two cars that had shunned him. Way to make a guy feel fucking unloved, cars. Way to fucking go.
Karkat preparred to count thirty-three, when, thank the lord, that rust coloured chevrolet pulled over. A girl poked her upper torso out of the passenger seat, she wore a black tank-top, and pink headband restrained her platinum blonde hair, which shaped around her face. She was pretty, but not super-model material.
"Need a lift?" she called, voice surprisingly sharp, despite her soft-looking features.
"Yeah, thanks." Karkat yelled back, throwing his bag over his shoulder. It took him a few jog-steps to reach the pulled over vehicle. A gorgeous woman sat in the drivers seat, making her blomde companion look like a child in make-up. A curvy figure, a fine chest, pixie cut ebony hair, high cheekbones and glowing green eyes.
If Karat weren't as gay as Elton John riding horseback on a flamingo in loafers, he'd probably fall for the driver in an instant.
"Hello. I am Kanaya, this is Rose." 'Kanaya' gestured to the pale girl at her side. "Where are you heading?"
"Left." Karkat shrugged, climbing up into the cab. The blonde, Rose, shifted into the middle seat. Karkat took note of a few pop cans sitting in the coasters, complimented by the wrappings of poptarts.
Kanaya pressed the gas, speaking as they sped forwards, "Well, we can drop you off at the nearest town, is that alright?"
"That'd be fine, thanks." Karkat muttered. He was normally rude with people he didn't know, but that John guy had sort of rubbed off on him. That, and he was too exhausted to put atttitude into his words.
Lucky for him, Rose was busy reading, and Kanaya was driving. Not many words were exchanged, so Karkat relaxed. His moment of peace was betrayed by him noticing Rose's hand slide subconsiously onto Kanaya's thigh, and the latter only biting her lip in response. Oh. Oh. They were like that, too?!
How many gay people was he going to meet on this little journey of his, Karkat knew not.
Caterville, some random ass small town right at the edge of the Texan border, was where they stopped for gas. Karkat thanked them, bid them farewell, and decided to go eat. Mcdonalds may seem uhealthy and horrifying, but as that familiar scent of salt and grease washed over him, the teen felt at ease. Mickey D's was Mickey D's, no matter what state.
Two medium fries and a cheeseburger later, Karkat went on the hunt for the cheapest motel he could find. Though he had money to spare, he was being careful with it. He decided on an old looking Holiday Inn. Only thirty dollars a night! Damn straight he'd stay there.
...
Morning came with a delightful breakfast buffet. Muffins were welcomed. He noticed a few suspicious glances his way, and Karkat lifted his fake ID if anyone questioned him. The raven haired teen could easily pass as a short twenty year old, and with his insomniatic eyes, it was hard to see youth in Karkat's face.
Halfway through his cereal, he heard a voice call out to him. "Karkat? Wow, what a coincidence!"
Rose and Kanaya approached him, smiling. They both looked like they'd had a good fuck, most likely with eachother. Karkat scooted his chair over, and they all shared breakfast.
"So, you're a therapist?" he asked, swallowing some Cheery-O's.
Rose nodded, taking a sip of milk, "Yes, that is the main reason Kanaya and I met."
"So much bad fashion, in Louisiana. So. Much." Kanaya trembled, looking as if she was replaying a scene from a slasher fuc in her mind.
Rose patted her shoulder, "There, there, dear." Rose raised a brow in the boy's direction. Karkat took a spoonful of milk and honey nut, debating on what to say. "Am I fashionable?" he asked, dubiously.
"No." Kanaya scratched her head, "Though, I think you'd look good in red."
Karkat smirked, "No shit? My second favorite colour."
"I have a knack for guessing these things," Kanaya said, smugly. Rose rolled her eyes, then returned her attention to Karkat. "So, will you be needing another ride, today? Kanaya and I were just heading back to Louisiana."
"That's a few hours, though." Karkat grumbled, "I wouldn't want to get in your way."
"It's no issue, really." Kanaya smiled, "We can teach you the wonders of fashion!"
"Please do not push law suits if my girlfriend attacks you." Rose pinched the bride of her nose. Girlfriend. Karkat felt good about his deduction.
"Alright, I guess there's no harm." he decided he could use all the help he could get, and be they lesbians or not, these woman were interesting. Besides, Karkat couldn't judge, he was gay.
"Shall we go for a drive, then?" Kanaya stood, holding out her hand.
"Sure."
A.N: Oh my, I didn't expect all you wonderful people to start following this story. Thank you all, I promise Karkat will have more adventures to come. (This will probably only be eight or nine chapters)