Karkat: Get up…Again
I of course was having another nightmare. It was pretty common at this point, because there was a lot on my mind after all. Either way, it wasn't exactly an enjoyable experience, as obvious as that would be, so I tried to escape my "dream" as fast as possible. Around the end of it I started being able to move my body in the real world, at least I was pretty sure. Then,I eventually woke myself up and when I looked over the side of my bed I saw that my computer was on a messaging screen and Dave was looking out the window.
As soon as I started looking around, my head started to hurt and throb again and I grabbed the throbbing spot. I grunted out as I held my probably concussed skull, which caused myself to gather the attention of Dave. He turned around to me and looked surprised to see I was up "Oh, you're finally up again huh?"
"What do you think…ugh, what time is it?" I said, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. I just wanted to get out of the bed and…do something, I guess. "It's almost 6, are you feeling alright man?" "Strider. I just got the shit kicked out of me not more than a day ago, to say I'm feeling alright would be such an overstatement tha-OW!" I smacked my head against my temple in an attempt to dull the still present pressure, So yelling was a no go too? Perfect.
"Alright alright, it was just a question. And is your head really hurting that bad?" He said with a small inescapable smirk on his face. I could tell he was enjoying, even if it was an abysmal amount, the whole "I can't do anything" situation I was in. "Yes, it really does hurt that fucking bad. Can you just make yourself useful and, get me some ice or something?" He turned to look at my desk briefly, and then nodded "No problem, just stay in bed alright?" And with that, he was gone.
The moment I couldn't see him anymore, I swung my legs over the mattress and breathed in heavily. The last time I did this, it didn't go too well, but that look made me too curious to just sit there like an inebriated fool. I started standing up, and it felt fine except for the mild pain in my head. I put my weight on my one foot, and that was fine too, so why not start walking? I was finally able to will myself to begin walking towards my computer. There were a few stumbles, which I assume were because my balance was off, but I made it none the less. I plopped down into my chair and brought myself closer to the screen, reading the messages.
"AG, huh…" I thought out loud, not recognizing the name at first. But everything about what was being said, made me think that whoever it was had to have it out for me. And they'd have to be batshit insane for typing like that. But how did they find out my account? Not to mention the fact she knew that a cover band paid me a visit. Someone in the band was leaking out shit to another person, and considering the effects of it I'd have to find out who it was soon. I exited out of the messaging screen, and wondered what else that douche looked at while I was passed out. I started checking the drawers, and before I got to them all, I heard Dave coming back.
I mumbled out a curse and ran back into my bed, hating myself instantly for moving that much. "Dude, your fridge is awesome" he started saying, walking into my room "it has this little thing that dispenses ice how you want it to." "It is my fridge, dumb ass." He scowled at me, throwing the bag of ice at me. It hit me rather hard, causing me to grunt out and flip him off. He shook his head and fell back into the chair. I put the bag up to my temple, watching Dave spin around on the chair with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He looked like he had a question to ask, but obviously I could barely tell because this jerk-off's big dumb shades were hiding everything but his mouth and nose almost. But apparently I was right, because he quickly said "Karkat, I have something to ask you." I groaned and sat up more, looking over at him and raising my eyebrows. "Well, I was just wondering if you…" he stopped out almost at random and my stomach did a flip "If you know someone with a user name of AG?"
For some reason I was disappointed.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" I said with bitterness, because I was expecting something more from the ass hole. I didn't really know what, but just something bigger. "I was just curious...what's with the attitude?" "Are you fucking kidding me. Let me strap you down to a chair, beat the fuck out of you, then search through all of your things without a care in the god damn world, then we'll see how happy you are." I instantly felt kind of bad, because I did over exaggerate what he probably did in all reality.
"…you found out already?" "Duh. You left my computer on the messaging screen, idiot." I went to glare at him, but he honestly had guilt all over his face. "It's not a big deal, Strider. It was just a few messag" "I'm sorry alright, I don't know what got over me but I just searched through all your shit and it wasn't cool of me to do and I swear I didn't look at it!" "Didn't look at what? What the hell is wrong with you?"
He didn't respond at first, realizing what he was doing I assumed. He let his now tense shoulders relax, and he just coughed and said "Nothing, never mind." I've never seen him lose his cool like that before, and honestly it made me more curious than before. I kept myself elevated and glared at him. He didn't seem to respond, and he just pushed his hair over. I wanted to press him on it, but he didn't exactly seem like he would just say it, and I wasn't in any condition to threaten him. I just huffed and got out of my bed, walking towards my door.
"Come on, we've been over this. You can't walk yet." "Fuck off, I already know I can. It wasn't like they broke my legs" I grumbled, shuffling out the door. I heard the chair in my room squeak and then footsteps coming towards me. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a fucking 5 year old that needs supervision every single second" I called out, knowing he was almost behind me. "Well you sure don't show it" he said with a chuckle. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" "Well it could mean two things, pending on whether you mean it physically or mentally." I stopped and turned towards him "I didn't think you even knew what those words meant." "Well I do, and this shit's more complex than a 12x12 Rubik cube." I started to speak, but I quickly realized how useless that was and turned back around.
There was a lot more bickering between us during the short walk to my TV, which managed to make me almost kill him about 5 times. I sat on my relatively small couch that was surprisingly comfortable if it was your first time sitting on it. But for me, it was just a familiar sense to sit on that thing with my legs under me. It had three cushions, one for each member of my family when we were all together. But now I just took my cushion and turned on the flat screen. Dave stepped in and stayed standing up, looking at the screen with me. The fucker was so distracting, he would just stand there and never make a noise…so maybe he wasn't distracting in the conventional sense, but he was distracting me.
After a few minutes of this, I just groaned and said "Just sit down already, you're going to make me have a god damn aneurism." "Nah, I'm fine." "I don't remember asking you. Sit down."
"As opposed to sitting up?"
I slowly turned my head towards him, my Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me level reaching new heights. I pointed towards the cushion two down from me "Put your ass there before I literally hit you with every-fucking-thing I own." He chuckled, satisfied that he made me angry yet again, and sat down in the cushion I pointed out. Once again, I was weirdly disappointed that he did that, even though I had no idea what I wanted him to do. This was getting irritating to say the least.
But that was how we spent the night, sitting a cushion away from each other and yelling at each other when one of us wanted to watch something the other didn't. We ended up settling on some dumb movie marathon on this horror channel. Even though everything sucked on the screen, and he made me infuriated every time he pointed something out, it was actually enjoyable. I don't remember exactly how that night ended, but all I know is that that one cushion space became something I hated.