"It Just Isn't Fair" ~Barkat Fanfiction~

Chapter 2

~Bonnies POV~

      And just like that, I started seeing Karkat everyday. I started taking the earliest shifts even when I didn't have to just so I could see him. While he kept the cold attitude toward me, I still longed to actually know him- and be friends or maybe more...

𝘚𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵
𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳
𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘳
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢s 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦
𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦

     The third day he showed up, I was shocked. Did he really like me? That had to be it, right? Why else would he constantly be coming to my store specifically? He could go to one of the very many cafes in Greeley, Colorado, but he chose mine. I figured that it had to mean something. He approached the counter and I stood straight, trying to look my best.
     "Good morning again!! Same thing, same name?" I gave him my best, biggest smile.
     He started back with the same sour look he always wore, "yeah... Uh, by the way you have some huge ass buck teeth."
     I immediately closed my mouth. Fuck, I'm embarrassed. Stupid me forgot that I'm a stupid rabbit with nasty teeth. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought anyone would want to be friends with me. I guess it was a needed reminder that my hopes were just hopes and that Karkat, in actuality, is kind of an asshole. It's not that I mind him being an asshole, no I love it, but it's more like... He's an asshole who would never, ever want to be with me.
    
𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺
𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘺

     Another day, same order. I started actually putting effort into my appearance in the morning. I never did before, but something just changed. I... cared about what people thought now I guess. I didn't like to think about it much. I had a few customers before Karkat, eagerly awaiting his arrival. I'd grown fond of his attitude and the funny things he'd say. Just knowing that he came everyday specially for me... I got butterflies.
       "I'm assuming the regular?" I smiled but not with my teeth. I noticed that I leaned a little too much forward towards him, and that I seemed just a little bit too happy to see him... But whatever.
       "Yeah, the regular," he looked down at his phone. I felt a big stupid smile creeping onto my face and excitement running through my veins- why?? Why?? Because he didn't say something assholey. I mean, I thought it was funny and adorable when he did say those things but- I think he might be starting to warm up to me. I think this may be it- the sign I've been looking for.
       He looked up from his phone, reasonably confused that I was sort of standing there frozenly with a stupid smile, "what?"
       "O-o-oh um I just spaced out haha, but there is something I have to ask you..." I tried to act normal, but I was actually very fucking nervous.
       "Ugh what? Do you want me to join your rewards program or something? You want me to add a special SYRUP to my beverage? Don't fucking want them."
       "Uh- no I was just gonna ask um... Why you come to my store everyday. I mean you don't seem to happy with my service sometimes but you always come back-"
       I was expecting a look of... I don't know, excitement maybe? That I was bringing it up finally? Or nervousness I had called him out on his crush, but no. He just looked at me like I was an idiot.
       "Because this is only Starbucks in town that takes ebt. Don't flatter yourself cyborg-cock your coffee is subpar at best"
       That insult wasn't meant to be serious, but I didn't laugh... I've always been insecure of my mechanical penis... Not being soft enough or warm enough... It tasting like rusty spoons... It really just fucking hurt to hear that come out of his mouth... And I realized that...
       I was totally in love with this guy... I didn't even know him but I found him so intriguing... It was weird- and I all of a sudden just wanted to throw up. I rant to make his order quickly and not saying another word to him. Today, though, instead of just leaving me alone to panic with my thoughts he sat down at a table and pulled out a laptop. My heart sunk knowing I'd be pining for him from this counter all day... Thinking about how my mechanical dong could never be enough

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~Karkat's POV~

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦´𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

     Okay, I know I'm an asshole to Bonnie. That's kind of just how I am. When I first walked into that Dollar General, I wanted some fucking coffee because me and Sollux stayed up all night exploiting on Roblox and hacking little kids accounts. I was ready for 12 more hours, but then I saw Bonnie. He was so bright- purple fluffy shirt that looked like it would feel so soft, and these shiny metal purple ears, and guess what this fucking faggot was wearing a bowtie. He was the weirdest, stupidest looking guy I ever met and I kind of wanted to take pictures of him to post and make fun of him, and then follow him home to take pictures of him sleeeee.... I just was intrigued by him, that's all.
     As days passed, I slightly grew fond of our daily routine. It was pleasant to see him everyday. It was cute - I mean, funny the way he reacted to what I said... I started sitting at the cafe everyday just so I could sneak glances at him and make fun of him.
     I guess I realized that I wished that I knew him better. But that's fucking weird. That's fucking gay I'm not a fucking stupid faggot. And who even thinks like that? He doesn't care about me. He just cares about making his shitty fucking dollar general Starbucks coffees. He never even fucking looks at me. Fuck him. He's a weird purple nurple FREAK.
   
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮
𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦
𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦

    ~Karkat's POV~

    As much as I hate him, I couldn't stop going back up to counter. What the fuck is wrong with me. My EBT was maxed out so I can really splurge. Just to go up to the counter and talk to him, I spent $50 on various drinks, croissants, and cake pops. I was going to shit myself after this for sure.
    Each time, I just stared at him.... I took in all of his features. His ears weren't in the bets shape. He was kind of ugly. In a good way.