"Karkat... Karkat, c-come ovr he-HIC. Hehe." I say, my voice slurring.
"What the fuc- are you fucking drunk, y/n? Fucking Christ. You are, aren't you?" Karkat replies in his grouchy tone. I take a swig of the wine bottle, giggling into the phone.
"M..maybe. Possibl- hIC." I put a hand up to my mouth, smiling like a child. "Just,,, come over... I havle sometng I --HIC-- neid to tell you..."
I hear him sigh. "Godammit, y/n, I'll be over in ten. Just don't get more trashed than you already are." He replies, hanging up abruptly.
"No promises~~" I utter to the dead line, chugging down the rest of the bottle. Refreshing.
Standing up from the couch, I stumble to the kitchen and open the cabinet to look for more liquor. There's barely anything, but at least I see a wine cooler. I open it and chug about half, pausing mid-sip in order to run and puke in the bathroom. I'm beginning to regret my decisions from the last two hours. But it was my only option, since I don't have the sober balls to confess to my long-time flushcrush: Karkat Vantas.
When I finish rinsing the puke off of my face, a bang sounds at the door.
"Y/N? GET YOUR WASTED ASS OVER HERE AND OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. IT'S FREEZING OUT HERE."
However, I don't think any amount of vomit could cure the alcohols affects. I open the door with a cocky smile, then let my body collapse into his sweater clad chest.
"Karkat... carry me... hIC" I say into his shirt, seeing stars in my line of vision.
"I knew I shouldn't have came over here. Jegus, how much did you drink?!" He asks, sounding legitimately concerned.
"Thrie... four.. umpteen." I say, looking up at him goofily.
"Shit. I should bet you to a bed before you hurt yourself." He says, dragging me across the living room. I push myself off of him, staggering a few steps backwards.
"N- no. You don't understhpand, Mr.Groochygrouchpants. Do you even knoew y I'm so... so tipsy?" I ask, poking a finger at his chest. He sighs, brushing it away. I push out my lower lip, and he presses his own together in frustration.
"I don't fucking care. All I want is for you to get to your own bed." He says, grabbing my hand. I hold the free one up to my mouth in mock-surprise.
"Holding hanmds already? I mean, you shhould at leAST take me on a dapte firhst, busther." He rolls his pigmented eyes and begins to guide me to my bedroom. I pout in protest, refusing to move any further.
"No! I want to stay hre." My tone sounds juvenile. He furrows his brow.
"Stop being a pest and let me get you to bed so you can stop acting like a nookwhiffing drunkard."
"No! I'm... I'm going to sayy what I haeve to say firsht." I say, waddling onto the couch. He follows half-heartedly, plopping down next to me.
"Fine. Please just spit it out so I can get some fucking rest. Did I tell you that you woke me up at three a.m.?"
I ignore his nagging. He sounds just like my mom.
"Shhhh. Shh. Sh. Shhhhhhhhh. Okahy. Are ypu shooshing?" I ask, putting my index finger up to his mouth. He gives me an are you fucking kidding me? look, but complies and stays silent.
"Good. So what I wanted too tell youh is tat...
ireallylikeyouandhavenoballstotellyouwhilesobersoigotsmashedtotellyouandiguessitwasareallygoodplan, don't ya think Karkles?" He stares at me blankly.
"I don't think I caught that."
I sigh, hiccuping again.
"I
Loike
You,
Karkat.
Is thatmore sompl? " I wait for his response, my face eager.
"You're tired, y/n, and clearly not in the right mind at the moment. Seriously. You need to get to bed. You can talk to me in the morning."
I stand up. "Nom. Not until you tekl me your feloings too." I reply, sounding more stubborn than I really am.
"That can wait."
"Noh."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"no plEAPSE." I burst, desperate. He puts hip hands on his hips, biting his tongue in thought.
"Fine. Since you probably won't remember shit in the morning." he steps closer to me.
"Wha-" I am met with his lips smashing against mine, cutting me off. My eyes widen as my heart quickens to the speed of light, tasting the cherry flavored lips of the one troll I can't ever get my mind off of.
It ends as quick as it came.
"Are you fucking happy?" I nod, and he picks me up, carrying to my bedroom. He gently me onto the mattress and crawl under the blankets with me.
"Roulnd two tomorrow?" I ask, fading out of consciousness.
"Round two tomorrow." He confirms, wrapping his arms around me as I drift into blackness.
