Resentment

Chapter Five

Who cared if it was a Friday night? That boy probably wasn't busy anyway, and it wasn't late either.

Dave almost never deleted numbers on his phone, always kept them just in case he got extremely bored or if it became an emergency. Like this one.

He called up his old friend, knowing his friend was too lame to have a phone with texting installed. Flip phone, it was dumb.

The boy answered after three rings, damn what was he doing that made him not answer for three rings? "Who is this?" Was the first thing he said when he answered, three years and he hadn't saved Dave's number. Neither had his voice gotten any less rough and just naturally loud.

"Dave," Dave told him. "I need your help."

Karkat was silent on the other end for a couple seconds. "Why do you need my help, Strider? I thought I wasn't cool enough to be in your presence."

"Oh fuck you, you're the one who got into cards and shit. It's dumb, just come over. Please?" Dave asked, trying to keep desperation out of his voice.

There was a sigh heard from the other end. "You still live in that shitty apartment?" Karkat asked. Dave said yes. "And what you need help with isn't something like jerking off, right?"

Dave groaned and took the phone from his ear for a moment, then spoke again. "No, Karkat. I don't need help jerking off."

"Well that noise you just made says otherwise," Karkat said. Dave was about to start yelling into the phone, he didn't have the patience for Karkat's dumb jokes and stupid attitude. But then the other boy chuckled on the other end, his little giggle actually quite adorable.

"Ok ok, I'll be right over Strider. Don't break down or anything until I get there," Karkat told him, and hung up without saying bye.

Dave hung up as well and sighed, leaning back on his couch. He couldn't believe he had just asked Karkat for advice. Karkat was like the biggest loser, always shouting. Well it always sounded like he was shouting, but his shouting was far worse than his just naturally loud voice.

Dave stood and went to the fridge, he chewed on the inside of his lips while looking through the lack of good they had. Considering the entire fridge was full of swords.

He finally settled on just a cup of apple juice. Or maybe just drinking out of the container, Dirk didn't really like it anyway. And he hadn't been eating or drinking anything as far as Dave knew, so it wouldn't hurt to drink from the container he decided.

Dave ended up sitting on the couch, chugging the apple juice straight from the container. Some of it was slipping past lips and down his chin, but he really couldn't care less.

When he heard a knock at the door he grunted a bit, hoping that was loud enough for Karkat to hear. But apparently not, because he knocked again. Dave sighed and put down the juice, wiping his mouth and going to the door.

When he opened it, Karkat was wearing a tshirt and shorts and.. Socks with sandals. Now was not the time to discuss his wardrobe, dear god. But Dave couldn't help but cringe. "Come in.." he said, and closed the door once Karkat was putting taking off his sandals and setting them by the door.

"So what's your problem?" Karkat questioned as they walked over to the couch. Dave fell backward onto the couch, taking up the entire thing laying back. Only then was it the thought that Karkat might not help him with his problem.

It was incest, anyway. Karkat and him had stopped hanging out before that happened, but he was sure the nerd had heard about it somehow. Everyone knew about it. But he still didn't know whether Karkat would help, or even listen after he heard it was about Dirk.