i dont know what im doing anymore

Chapter Thirteen

Be Karkat
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If there was anyone who you didn't want to see all of your scars, it was definitely Dave.

What if he stopped talking to me?
Would he try to "fix" me like everyone else?
Could I tell him how I felt about him after this?

I got changed hurriedly in worry of anyone else seeing me. I hesitantly walked to the living room dreading the "talk" that we were about to have. Instead I walk in the living room and see Dave watching cartoons on my couch.

"Oh hey, you got changed fast." He said jumping over the back of the couch and leading me outside to his car.

"So what movie do you wanna go watch?" He asked when we were both in the car. I was surprised he wasn't going to talk about my self harm. I realized I was staring off into blank space when Dave put a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, I'm not going to talk about it if you don't want me to." He said raising his jacket sleeve for me to see his own scars. Instead of random marks, he had a word carved there. Stronger. I couldn't help but stare at it.

Why would the cool kid do self harm?
Why "Stronger"?

"Alright so what movie is it?" He said putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway.

"Umm, how about 'The Fault in Our Stars'?" I replied staring at him. Shit I'm so stupid he wouldn't want to watch a stupid romcom.

"I don't usually watch stuff like that, but sure, it might be fun with you." He said driving to the movie theater.

When we got to the theater, Dave paid for the tickets and bought us some popcorn while I went to find some good seats.

All of the best seats were taken so we had to sit on the top right side of the theater with two seats per row. Dave after about two minutes into the commercials sat down next to me and with popcorn and a large coke for us to share.