The Cool Kid

Summer Camp

>>Be Karkat Vantas

For 3 sweeps I had fantasized about everyone noticing me as I walked down the hall, yeah it's stupid whatever but everyone has. Or maybe I'm just a narcissistic asshole but that's beside the point. I wondered if I would be tall and muscular or maybe just a mysterious coolkid with an unknown secret. No. That was not my reality, my moment in the spotlight sucked some serious ass. But like any awful horror movie, my story started at summer camp. It was a lame dance, but magic was in the air. For the first time in my life I didn't feel invisible. I glanced across the room at a pair of shades, it was Dave fucking Strider. As soon as our eyes met he gave me the signal; I double snap and point. I was hoping he'd do something more inspired like nod his head at me as if saying 'sup?' but Dave had a habit of doing that... A lot. Paying attention to every move he made to seem cool was just one of Dave's many stellar attributes. He was perfection, unlike me. I was a hot mess of nerves because Dave Strider, wanted me-- a nobody to meet him in the utility closet.

He gave a nod toward the utility closet and all of my doubts at that moment were brushed away. I nervously stood up and walked to the utility closet. This wasn't some inciting incident of a sappy teen special featuring  how I got banged on the last day of summer camp, this was the real deal. Our passionate love making was a sign that this year would be my year. For once, I wouldn't be overlooked. Not with Dave at my side. Change was in the air, I could smell it. It was change and pine-scented cleanser. Somehow, admitting my virgin status seemed like a buzzkill. He asked if he was hurting me and I told him it was allergies. Afterward he attempted to make small talk which made the whole situation even more painfully weird than it already was. "Are you bummed that summers like over?" I nodded "Yeah, I guess." He slipped on his boxers and pants. "Do you have any plans for the last two weeks of freedom?" I shook my head no then foolishly asked "Are you going to sophomore orientation." He wiped his face with his shirt then tugged it on. "Don't we kind of have to?" I nodded again trying to play it off "Right. Of course. What I meant was-" I couldn't help myself, Dave had cracked my hard candy shell and I was oozing with sticky sweet love "Do you want to go together?" He chuckled and kissed my forhead "Hey, you are the shit Kitkat-" So he wasn't a poet, but he was still Dave strider. "But nobody can know that I like you." My smile faded quickly as he turned and left me abandoned in the stupid musty room. And I was still Karkat Vantas.