House Guests

Chapter 8

Afterwards, we all decided we really need to shower. Dirk, Dave and Jake showered, then I did. While I was showering, the others got me clothing. They picked through boxes, grabbing Dave's old clothing. It took about 20 minutes total. I climbed out of the shower and heard yelling.
"IM NOT GOING IN THERE TO GIVE HER THE FUCKING CLOTHING!"
"FINE DAVE YOU GO!"
"NO! KARKAT YOU GO!"
"NO! JAKE  CAN GO!"
After about a solid minute, I heard screeching. Karkat screaming. It was getting closer. I wrapped my towel around my body and turned toward the door, kind of scared of what was happening. Suddenly, the door flew open, and Karkat, gripping a bundle of clothing, was lobbed into the bathroom. The door slammed shut. Karkat was on the floor, clothing in one hand. He looked up, seeing me mostly naked, closed his eyes and slammed a hand over them for good measure. He jumped up, ran into a wall, then hit the door, yelling at the boys to let him out.
"LET KARKAT OUT OF THE FUCKING BATHROOM!" I yelled at them.
"NOPE! SORRY MASON, THIS IS A PUNISHMENT FOR BEING A DICK ALL THE TIME!" Dave called back.
We spared a glance.
"Turn the fuck around." I instructed.
"Right, like I would want to look at your pathetic human body!" He snapped back.
Ow. I sneered. "Your not the first one to say that to me." I hissed. Karkat did as instructed. I had pulled on my Dave's really old jeans- black of course- and put on my boob-sack, I mean bra- back on. I turned slightly, glancing at Karkat, I slid on my shirt and stared at him, popping out my hip and raising an eyebrow. "See anything you like?" I sassed.
"YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR BODY!!" He yelled, panicked.
"What?" I asked, completely confused.
"That!" He yelled at my gut.
I pulled up my shirt slightly and laughed. "That's my belly button Karkat." I informed him.
"What's it do?" He asked.
"Well, nothing anymore. I'll see if Dave has a science textbook." I told him.
He poked me. I laughed. His eyes widened.
"Karkat, don't you fucking dare." I warned. He attacked, poking and prodding me. I fell to the floor in a fit of laughter. Ok what happens next I can't be blamed for. When I'm tickled, I go into survival mode. Not my fault! I reached up in defense and tried to push him away. I decided to use my last resort. I thrashed, an kicked him in the gut. He fell off me with an OOF. We stood up, he was still rubbing his aching gut.
The door flew open.
Karkat shot out of the room, screaming his head off at the boys, at me, at life in general.
I limped out of the bathroom, somehow staying upright.
Jake was the first to notice. He realized I couldn't really walk that well, and came to my rescue.
"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry Mason!" He said as he pulled me into his arms.
"Put me down!" I exclaimed in surprise, "I can walk on my own!"
"NO YOU CANT!" Karkat yelled in the other room.
"FUCK OFF DICK WEED" I yelled back
I folded my arms over my chest, grumbling. Jake carried me around the apartment the rest of day. Or he would have if he hadn't had the idea to switch off people carrying me; and to go to the pool the next day.