A few days passed, and I was invited back to the Cafe for another guitar night. Karkat went with me, and he sat right in the center of the front row. We had to wait a while, as things were still being set up, but I was one of the first acts this time around, so I had to be there early. We had just ordered our drinks, and Karkat and I were talking, when none other than David Strider came strolling up to our table, guitar strapped to his back.

"Yo. You been considering a jam sesh with me? I think it'd be pretty cool, bro. You're good. You can even bring Shouty over here if you want." He said, looking at me through his sunglasses.

"Uh yeah. Sure, that'd be cool. Wanna walk home with Karkat and I after school tomorrow?" I offered.

"That's cool. You got a skype?"

"Uh, yeah, here, mine is arsenicCatnip."

"TurntechGodhead. I'll add you when I get home."

"And I just added you!" I said, hitting the contact request button on my phone. I looked up at him and smiled, and he just gave me the slightest nod, and walked off. I looked over at Karkat and he did not look pleased.

"Oh, come on, Grumpy, don't worry about it! You can even listen in, be in the room! It'll be fun!"

"I don't like strider. Something about him.. the way he wears those stupid sunglasses inside all the time, what kind of douche even does that?!"

"Hey, uh, Shouty, I can hear you. I have a condition man. It's for medical reasons I wear these." He said from a few tables over. Karkat blushed and looked down, crossing his arms. I put my hand on his back and kissed his cheek softly.

"Karkat, we're just gonna play a few songs together! Don't worry so much, okay? I love you.."

"I love you too..." He mumbled, still looking down.

"What'd ya say? I couldn't quite hear yoouuu!" I said, giggling.

"I said I love you too.." He said a little louder, smiling a bit this time.

"One more time?" I said, putting my hand to my ear jokingly.

"I said I love you too, my adorable kitty!" He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I squealed a little and giggled, hugging him tight. He kissed my cheek as they began Guitar Night.

I scooted into his lap, and they announced the first act, That just so happened to be one David Strider. He played a song he wrote, a really strange but sweet love song, and then he played Wonderwall again. That kid has a weird obsession with that song.

Next was a girl named Jade. She looked sweet and cutesy, but then she pulled out this giant ass electric guitar and shredded out a Metallica song. It was really strange in this setting, but earned her a round of applause nonetheless.

Next was me. I got up on stage, and played a song I wrote, a newer one. I watched at Karkat as I sang, which made me feel more confident on the stage. Then I played an acoustic cover of Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz, and the crowd loved it. It was dialed down a bit, the tempo slower, but I made it work, and it sounded really good. I took a little bow, and went off the stage. I sat back down with Karkat, and he gave me a little kiss, smiling at me.

"You did really good out there, Nepeta. I'm so proud!"

"Heh, thanks... keeping my eyes on you helps me a lot, you know?"

"That's really sweet... Thanks.."

"Of course!"

The next day, Dave just walked over and sat with us at lunch. People were talking about it, as he was pretty popular, but he just sat there. He apparently didn't even say anything or move until I got there and sat down. I sat next to him, and my whole group of friends seemed to be in a staring contest with him. He looked over at me and nodded.

"Sup. Figured we could talk about the sweet jams we are gonna bust out after school today. What kind of music do you like?" He asked. It was a simple question, but I probably sat there for about ten minutes trying to figure out what the hell kind of music I liked. Eventually, he just told me it was fine, I didn't have to answer.

"So what can I expect at your house?" We had agreed we would jam at my house today, and Karkat would sit in and listen.

"Well.. My mom is pissed at my sister, because she found out that, while she was on the High School Band Trip, Meulin had been smoking weed in her bedroom with her boyfriend, and she apparently had forgotten about it before she left, and now she is being watched like a hawk. My mom is only being strict with her right now though, she'll get over it in about a month or so. She just is all nervous, what with me going into highschool next year."

"I see."

"And, uh, my sister is deaf, so.. yeah, dont try to talk to her, or get offended when she shouts."

"Damn."

"Yeah. Things will get pretty interesting at my house if you're not used to it, I guess."

"Sounds like it. Well, I gotta run, see you after school, Nep. You too, Shouty." He said, getting up.

Even after he left, my friends stared, and then, when he was gone, they stared at me. I explained the night before, and how we agreed to have a jam session at my house. They all seemed baffled still, but they at least stopped staring. Karkat, thankfully, changed the subject, and we went on to talk about other things.

A/N Well, I was almost asleep, when my brain decided to suddenly know what the fuck I was gonna write. Knowing me, I honestly probably would have forgotten it in the morning, so now i'm posting this at nearly four in the morning. The things I do for my readers. I remembered someone asking for a jam session of Dave and Nepeta, so that's what I am writing. It's gonna be in two parts, though, and here's part one. This, hopefully, will be the last part until I FINALLY get the story flowing in the way that I want it to. Though, I must say, That does mean that the story will be ending soon.

I would also like to thank everyone who's been reading. I have been tracking the readers per day, and am trying to get more readers every day, and it was going well, but i lost a bunch of readers yesterday for some reason. I will hopefully try to build back up to a rising pace of readers, and for this month, we already have over 2,000 Views! I am SO Proud of you all who have been reading, an i do hope that you will all continue to read and enjoy my story! I need to think of something i could do to thank you all for this. Maybe I could record myself singing Kristy, Are You Doing Okay? while playing on my Ukulele! Tell me what you think in the reviews, or you can suggest something if you like :o

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