All in Time

Chapter 2

I walked home after that. I still hadn't finished my sketch, but I planned to once I got home.

My sense of direction is terrible, but I have a phone that's capable of navigation. Random thought of the hour.

My house is an old apartment, just like the one I grew up in, except better. Much better.

I threw my backpack onto my bed and came plummeting right after it. It bounced up a little. I sighed, taking off my shades. My eyes were extremely sore.

'I want to fall asleep, but I need to finish that sketch. Which is more important? Health or Education? Health, for sure.' I thought. I flopped my head onto my pillow and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep in a few minutes. I kind of wish I hadn't fallen asleep, though. He keeps lurking in that small, godforsaken corner of my brain, waiting to crawl out.

I woke up with a jolt. I was sleek with cold sweat. I realized I had been asleep for hours. It was two in the morning and I felt wide awake. No going back to sleep for me.

This is the first time I've had that nightmare in weeks. About two and half weeks, actually; and just as I thought my medicine was working.

I yank myself out of bed and grab my sketchbook. This is the time. I don't have any time to do it later today, so I might as well do it now when I'm awake.

I drew without stopping. My brain was actually working for once.

I drew scribbles on trunks for trees, two moons, overgrown grass, and other extra-terrestrial planet things.

I finally finished at 3:17 exactly. Everything looked perfect to me.

I went and lay on my bed. After unsuccessfully trying to go to sleep, I pulled out my phone. I went to this dumb webcomic called Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. I laughed at the simplicity of them and sometimes they were actually funny.

I read all the newest ones and finished by 4:02. Of course, I stumble onto my brother's website. I didn't stay for long, and left not long after I got there. He was extremely. . .troubled.

That story is not for now, Dave. You're going to turn into a dumped bride on her wedding day which, for the record, is not a pretty sight.

My phone vibrated in my hand. John had sent me a text. Why is he even up? He was normal, he should not be up at this ungodly hour.

4:22 aM
Egderp : Hey, Dave. You up?
You: Yeah. What do you want?
Egderp: Nothing really. You're always up this early, though. I was wondering why that is.
You: Why are you acting like Rose?
Egderp: haha. Very funny Dave.
You: I know.
Egderp: But I'm serious. Why are you always up like this?
You: I need to get up and get my cool-kid attitude on.
Egderp: uuuuuuugggh. Dave. Give me a real answer.
You: I don't want to talk about it at 430 in the morning.
Egderp: Fine. I'll see you later. At 12.
You: Noooooooo. John, Jane or Jade are probably going to want something. Possibly even Jake. Go talk to that huge family of yours.
Egderp: Dave you have a big family just like me.
You: ok. See ya at 12. 
Egderp: :B

Well, now you have plans for today. John was a good guy, though, so maybe he could help out. Doubt it, but might as well try.

To be honest, I'm a little scared. I've only talked to Rose and Roxy about this, but we're family, and that's different. I'd rather talk to Roxy about it. At least she grew up with him. Rose didn't.

Sometimes, Roxy would text me at these ungodly hours, knowing I was awake. It was funny to watch her drunken texts roll in. I don't mean it in a bad way, they truly made me feel better. If they didn't help, then something was seriously wrong.

I looked back at one of my old conversations with her, just to help with my anxiety.

09•5•15 2:43 AM

Roxy Bish: Hey daev.
Roxy Bish: *Dave. Lol.
You: Hey Rox.
Roxy Bish: What's up my brother.
You: I don't even know at this point.
Roxy Bish: no I mean it literally.
Roxy Bish: Like what are you doing right now.
You: laying in my bed
Roxy Bish: wht are u wearing ' ,:o
You: Wow. Gross lol.
Roxy Bish: I am wearing Jane's shirt. And some pink sweatpants.
You: Fine. A shirt and basketball shorts.
Roxy Bish: Loose and riskty
Roxy Bish: *risqué
Roxy Bish: wow.
You: omg no.
You: no
Roxy Bish: yes.
Roxy Bish: very yes. Yop
Roxy Bish: *yep.
You: Ok. Gotta try and get some sleep. Got class tomorrow.
Roxy Bish: Nighty Night.
You: Night.

I still laugh a bit at that. That was the norm for the two of us: to talk to each other to make each other feel better.

Before I knew it, it was 5, so I  got up and got dressed. T-shirt and jeans. The standard guy getup.

I ran a hand across my face and into my eternally straight hair. Honestly, my hair was always straight. Not saying I mind, though.

I slipped my shades and sweater on. I walked down 4 sets of stairs until I reached the first floor.

I set off in a sprint down the sidewalk and to the bus stop. Today was going to be a good day, I just knew it. Something fucking fabulous and miraculous was bound to happen.

I stood in the the freezing weather. Sometimes I miss Texas weather, but New York was snazz-tactic, too.

I waited for 13 minutes exactly until a bus came screeching loudly to a stop. I opened my wallet and pulled out my green bus card. The driver swiped it and handed it back to me. I walked to the very back of the bus where no one sat because the heaters didn't work well in the back.

'I need to get a hold of Karkat' I thought. I decided to think bout what everyone was doing right now. It sounds weeks but you can't admit you haven't done it. Rose was probably up. Roxy was probably passed out on her couch and John was getting sleep to come over later and to Hell with everyone else.

'Why do we say God bless you or bless you? What if that person is an atheist?' I thought. What, I had to keep myself occupied somehow.

The bus stopped again, this time in front of a small store. I walked in and was greeted with a slightly warmer atmosphere. Fuck Fall.

I grabbed the greenest of all the Mountain Dew's (even though it was just as green as the rest I don't care) and a bag of Doritos. It was mandatory. I also grabbed a bottle of apple juice because who doesn't love apple juice.

The lady at the register scanned the items with a bored expression and didn't even look up at me. "Debit or credit" she asked as I pulled my card out.

"Debit" I answered. Credit cards were for losers. And John but that's besides the point. I paid and left like any normal person.

I headed back to my apartment with my bag of deliciousness. The bus. Big, white, and loud. Like an under-tanned douche.

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Hiiiii

I hate school so much ugh. I'm so busy with German it's ridiculous.

Chapter is shit but stuff needed to be introduced and I'm not stealthy enough to sneak it in there. So I threw it in your face.

Oooh. Dave has nightmares.

Stuff will go down next chap tho

But don't expect it in like the next hour it took me a week to write the last half of this story.

I'm such a procrastinator. I need to stop.

Bye babs

~Ghostie