Friday, March 6th
Kankri ==>
"The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls."
"Okay guys! Thank you so much for leaving comments and liking my videos! Comment below suggestions for my next cover! I'm going to be moving across the country this week so it might take a while. Love you guys!" I waved to my camera then stopped recording. I rolled over to my computer, where my newly recorded video was waiting for me.
"And... Post." As the loading bar filled the screen, I got up to get a drink of water. When I came back to my recording studio, aka my bedroom, the video had finished uploading. I checked my recent posts on my YouTube channel and saw my "If I Die Young" cover. Satisfied, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
"DING" The harsh notification of my phone showed I had new messages. I sat up and clicked on it. Two unread texts, both from my younger brother. I sighed and clicked the first, which was sent 25 minutes ago.
"KANKRI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I *TOLD* YOU TO PICK ME UP FROM SCHOOL! AND ON THE LAST DAY TOO."
I winced and looked at the clock. His school got out nearly an hour ago. I opened the second message from him.
"KANKRI, YOU FUCKTARD. YOU'RE LUCKY I COULD CATCH THE BUS. I'M ON MY WAY HOME NOW."
That message was sent a minute ago, so he would be home pretty soon. I began packing my recording tools while singing softly.
Sunday, May 16th
Karkat ==>
"Karkat. Karkat, wake up." I felt someone shaking me. "Karkat!"
"MMPH!" I jumped.
"Karkat get up. We landed."
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes and looked around. "Ugh."
"Karkat, I know you didn't want to move, but there is no reason to be rude to me. That is very triggering, I'll have you know. Now grab your stuff, we are getting off the plane."
I slung my backpack onto my shoulders and followed Kankri as we slowly made our way off the plane.
Kankri looked around. "What number do we get our luggage at?"
"Fourteen."
We made our way to the luggage thing and grabbed our bags, me with my backpack, a duffel bag, and a suitcase, and Kankri with a duffel bag, a huge suitcase, and his two guitars.
"We are going to take a taxi straight to our new apartment, isn't that cool?"
I merely grunted in response.
Wednesday, May 20th
Kankri ==>
"Hey guys! I won't be making another cover for awhile, so I decided to make another Q & A video. Okay, first question. 'Where did you move?' I moved to, drumroll please... Hollywood! Now, I know it seems cliche, but it is my best chance at getting discovered. Next question, 'How old are you?' This year I'll be going into my junior year in highschool, so I'm 16. Practically a fetus, I know." My phone alarm starts ringing and I look at the clock.
"I have to go to work soon, so one last question! 'Are you gay?' Well, that's triggering." I laugh. "Not really. Honestly, I dunno. I've never been in a real relationship before, but I don't exclude possible relationships just because of a person's gender. So... I might be pansexual? Well I gotta go, thanks for watching!"
I stop recording and post my video. Time to go to work, ugh.
