I think I like you. (A Davekat Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

I Can't Believe It...

You couldn't believe it.

Terezi. The love of your life. In hate with Gamzee. Your moirail.

Multiple liquor bottles stolen from Rose littered the floor as you sobbed, the images of what you had seen, flashing through your mind. You had bought Terezi a new box of chalk because Gamzee used it all up. You heard her voice behind a door way. You walked in and saw Gamzee and Terezi scratching each other, biting each others lips and kissing. Terezi noticed you and tried to hide Gamzee, but you had seen enough. You slammed the chalk down, breaking most of them. Terezi tried to apologize, but you had stormed out, upset. You broke down in the next hall, crying. You ran to your room after everyone bombarded you with questions. Here you sat, alone, contemplating the easiest way to escape. It was either death or sneaking away and hiding for eternity. Someone interrupted your thoughts with Dave opening the door, looking for you. "Karkat, where are you..." He looked down and saw you crying. You hiccuped and he picked you up, holding you close. "Karkat, are you OK? Answer me!" he demanded. You were much too drunk to hear him clearly, so you responded with a grunt, not knowing what he had said. Your vision was blurred by alcohol and tears, but you could tell he was crying. You dug your face into his shoulder, your red tears staining his white pajama shirt. His hand rubbed your back. He took you out of your room and took you someplace else. You couldn't see where, due to your blurred vision, but he laid you down on what felt like a bed. He pulled the blanket on you and tucked you in. He sang for a bit too. He had a beautiful voice. You soon fell asleep, warm and cozy, the alcohol working somewhat like sopor slime. You arrived on Prospit, Terezi eating some candy. Terezi looked over at you and waves, but you ignored her and went the other direction. You saw John and Jade flying overhead. They seemed happy. You wished Dave was in Prospit, or that you were on Derse. Derse seemed fun. Dave said it was a bit more rugged, Prospit being more of a complete never-ending palace. 143 rooms and counting. You wandered a bit, then it became morning in reality-world. Fun. You woke up, Dave asleep on the floor. He had no blanket or pillow, so you slipped a blanket on him and put a pillow under his head. He smiled in his sleep, his shades still on. You roll your eyes, your head pounding. You hold your head and walk to one of the many bathrooms in the place. You splash water on your face and brush your hair and teeth. Your hair still ends up a fluffy mess, as always. You went back to the room you were in, now noticing it is, in fact, Dave's room. Dave was sitting up, rubbing his eyes, his shades lifted a bit.

You couldn't help but smile.