Everything Is Blue

Blue

This is based off the AU where the world is grey and monotoned, until you see your soulmate, and that's when the world turns to colour.
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Your name is Dave Strider, and you're tired as fuck.

You're happily baring this for the grey world to see as you hop out of the bus and into the school grounds. It's always been grey, and black, and white and just shades. No colour. It's not like you hate it, but you don't love it either. It's just how it's always been. Obviously different from your brother and his boyfriend's- his soulmates- way of looking at the world, a world full of colour. Honestly? You're jealous.

Your shoulders are slumped, and your hair messy and still damp from not drying it after finishing in the shower this morning.

As you make your way through the front doors, you cringe. At what you ask? At everything. The smell, the noise, the people, all of it. God, you did not want to be here after a night like last.

Your bro had his boyfriend over for the night, and if that doesn't speak for itself then you don't know what will. More specifics you ask? Well, if you put it simply....the fucked. All night. Without a fuck to give. Except for each other.

Anyway, back to school and hell and everything else that is related to school. Everything negative.

You lazily drag yourself to your locker, pulling out some books for your first few classes and stuffing some from home in. You had plans to study over the weekend, but you ended up putting it off till last night, of course non of it was done so your probably completely fucked.

After grabbing said books, you begin to zombie your way to your homeroom class, slightly looking forward to seeing a few of your friends.

After a good 3 or so minutes of walking around like a 1980s zombie, you find yourself at the entrance of your class, continuing to drag your oh-so-tiered body to your desk. God you've never been more happy to see that plastic turd if a seat. So close. So close to plopping your irresistible ass on that plastic, once-was-a-dildo.

But of course, your relief is postponed. Of course it is, you're Dave Strider.

Only a few feet away from your destination and you're confronted by a hot-headed red-head with an addiction to loud noises and bursts of rage. Karkat.

"Da-." The said red-head attempts to greet before you oh-so-rudely cut him off.

"Karkaaaaaaat." You whine dramatically, letting yourself fall forward and only just being held up by the other, the lower half of your body spread out on the ground as your upper is being held up by a now, pissed -not that he already wasn't- Karkat.

"Dav-."

"No."

"Get the f-!"

"No."

"STRIDER, YOU ROYAL PA-!"

"Show me the world, Karkles."

"Oh my god."

"Be my Aladdin."

"Dave, pleas-."

"But before you take me away on your magic purple carpet with your oddly intelligent monkey, take me to my chair."

After a loudest, most over-exaggerated groan of the century, Karkat drags you to your desk and you happily flop into the chair, almost instantly falling forward onto the desk with a thud. It hurt. But not enough to make you lift your head back up.

Karkat and two others are the only people you really know and socialise within this class, history. The other two, being a girl named Rose, and another girl named Terezi.