So, This story keeps growing and growing. It was originally just going to be a short two chapter thing but it evolved into a whole plan for a longer story. wow... I need to learn to let go, lol. Anyway, enjoy!

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The small teen grumbled.

"Kanaya... Is this really necessary?" He groaned, pulling out his ipod.

The girl walking ahead of him suddenly turned around and grabbed the ipod from him.

"Yes Karkat, It Is. Your Fashion Sense Is... Lacking. You Definitely Need A Woman's Touch." Kanaya sighed and looked him up and down. "Now, What Size Is Your Waist?"

Karkat shrugged. "I dunno, I haven't fucking checked recently."

"Karkat, Do Not Make Me Check For Myself."

Karkat sighed and replied, "28, alright? I'm a skinny fucker."

Kanay merely rolled her eyes at the comment. She walked over to a clothing rack and looked through the skinny jeans there. She picked out a pair, jet black with a detachable black chain. She held them out as if imagining what you would look like in them and nodded.

"Why are we doing this again?" Karkat asked with another heavy sigh.

"Because If You Want Me To Get You Into The Party Tonight, You Will Need Something To Wear."

"I have things to wear."

"Karkat, I Have Seen What Is In Your Closet. No You Do Not."

It is true that Karkat's closet held much of the same style clothing and it all was black or gray, but he liked it simple. Jeans and a hoodie. Who needed anything else.

"Fine..." He grabbed the pants and stormed off for the changing room. He found an empty stall and started changing. The pants fit perfectly and now that he had them on, they did kinda look good on him. Damn Kanaya was good.

"Here." A red long sleeved t-shirt was slung over the door. Karkat narrowed his eyes. It was so simple. Too simple. Kanaya had to have a plan. He took the shirt off the door, noting that it had a wild black design on the front of skulls bursting from an acoustic guitar, and put it on. The design was strikingly sad and he loved it. He stepped out into the store meeting Kanaya instantly.

"Good, Here." She handed him a black leather vest with a black faux fur lining inside. On the back, in red stitching was his Zodiac sign, cancer. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He slid the vest on and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked really good, his shaggy black hair falling just over his eyebrows only partially covering his blue-almost-gray eyes.

"See? You Clean Up Rather Well."

"I can't believe I'm fucking saying this, but this is amazing Kanaya." Karkat turned around and hugged her. "Thanks" This was the first time he was going to be at a party in high school and now with his new attire, he felt a lot less nervous.

"Go Ahead And Change." Karkat let her go and the corner of his mouth raised up on the right, which was usually as close as he ever got to smiling. He went back into the changing room and changed back into his clothes. When he came back out, Kanaya took the clothes from him. "I Am Paying. Happy Early Birthday."

Karkat beamed at her and hugged her tightly. "Thanks sis."

Kanaya smirked. He was a good kid, even if a loudmouth. She headed for the front counter and placed the clothes up there to pay for them. Karkat followed her, allowing himself to get excited for the party for a change. Maybe he might actually meet someone. Someone like in his romcoms. He sighed. Yeah right, that shit doesn't happen in real life. Especially not to someone like him.

When Kanaya had finished paying she and Karkat went out to the car.