We All Have Secrets: A Davekat Fanfic

Chapter Two

KARKAT'S POV

Karkat huffed at Dave's nickname. He hated it. Absolutely loathed his naming.

CG: STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT
CG: THAT IS NOT MY NAME AND YOU KNOW IT

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He humphed at his response. He hated being teased by that prick. Always looking smug with his stoic expression and dopey specs. It wasn't even bright inside this fucking meteor. He didn't need the shitty sunglasses.

He was fuming just thinking about him. And yet, despite being irritated by the humans attitude he didn't hate him.

He hasn't been considering Dave in any liking of quadrants until as of late. He was, sadly, growing on him. And he just wanted to brush him off into a pile of unnecessary fucks he didn't give. But he just stayed. Annoying as it is, he didn't mind the company at times.

Especially since no one else was willing to watch 27 Dresses, and Fool's Gold with him.

Alright shut up, he getting attached to him. So what? He's just a friend. A close friend at most.

He sat up from his spot on his human bed the Strider somehow convinced him to alchemize. He had to admit, it was more convenient then a sleeping cocoon. He could just lay in it all day without a care in a world.

No wonder humans were so gogdamn lazy.

The bed pulled him back into it's warm and soothing grasp, wanting to keep him longer. No no, he had to get up and look atleast slightly presentable.

He groaned as he stood at the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes then pulling on it in an exaggerated motion of irritation. He wasn't even gonna bother brushing his hair.

That's how he lost a comb. Kanaya's comb. He didn't think she forgave him yet. She was still typical nice Kanaya, but she didnt let him anywhere near her hair products and such anymore. Whatever. Messy was a style he's been rocking his whole life. No matter how annoying it was.

He grabbed a pair of gray pants discarded on the floor. He's probably worn them a day or so before. But fuck it. Who cares? He did. So he checked if they were clean enough.

They were good enough. He heard someone knock at his door.

"Shit..." He mumbled jumping into those pants. You have to appreciate how long it normally took for him to get those on. Now he looked like he was a mentally unstable fucktard hopping around the room mindlessly.

He finally answered the door, not before taking five minutes to consider whether or not he should just lock the Strider out and go back to bed. He supposed the effort of putting on those pants would be for nothing, so he opened the door to the tall blonde human awaiting outside.

DAVE'S POV

He make two knocks at the trolls door and awaited. It took about ten minutes for him to even open the damn door,

"What took you so long?" He asked leaning against the door frame. He growled slightly,

"It doesn't FUCKING matter, so get your incompetent ass in here before I slam this door,"

He stood up straight raising a brow with his teeth slightly clenched at the response.

"Alright, well I would if you would move," he said returning his rude gesture with a smartass reply.

The troll sighed in frustration and pulled Dave inside by his collar, pushing him in rather roughly,

"Do you feel excused enough? Or do I need to escort you and your wriggler self to the fucking couch too?" He inquired gruffly.

Strider put his hands in his pockets rolling his eyes under his shades. There he goes with the whole superiority complex thing. But it was actually quite enjoyable to see him get all frustrated and flustered.

He didn't know why.

He pulled out the movie from his sylladex once again, the troll peered over shutting the door and shuffled over,

"What shittake on cinema have you brought me today?"

"You'll have to find out," he replied.

"Great I fucking LOVE suprises," he grumbled waving him over to a somewhat pile he had made on his bed. It was mostly of discarded pillows and blankets that had suddenly gone missing from the living space.

So that's where they disappeared to.

The troll went over to his husktop then glanced at Dave, holding his hands out for him to hand the movie over.

He pulled out the disc and put it in his hand quickly to oblishè. He didn't want to go anywhere near that thing. Looked like the laptop was sick and tired of Karkat's complaining and grew legs so it could run away.

Insect like thing. Would be coll to put in a jar. He would need a huge jar.

"Dave? Stop standing there like a deranged fuck and get over here so we can get this over with," he commanded, snapping Dave out of his collecting trance.

He slowly made his way onto the bed, sitting close enough to Karkat to not be too awkward. But far enough so that it wasn't rude.

KARKAT'S POV

Karkat layed on his stomach as his attention was immediatly drawn to the screen. Hand cupping his face in boredom already. He was pretty sure this movie was going to blow, just like all the other movie's Strider's showed him.

Especially Sharknado, terrible movie. Terrible terrible. Strider standard was low.

He looked over at the blonde. His hood was pulled out making his hair stick out. But it also gave him more accessibility to his cape. Despite being trapped in that thing once, it was very comfortable, and suitable for a blanket. Nothing could compare to the softness.

He quickly snagged a corner and pulled it toward him, "Your garment is to comfortable for you to have to yourself," he stated. As he drapped the cape on him.

Dave looked over to him, looking as if he was going to say something but brushed it off. He humphed in triumph. Victory was sweet and he was savoring it while he zoned into the screen.

The movie only just starting.