We All Have Secrets: A Davekat Fanfic

Chapter Three

DAVE'S POV

Karkat: Be Dave ==>

I am sorry to say. But you cannot be the blonde human. Why you ask? This character is asleep. Try again.

KARKAT'S POV

Karkat, was surprisingly awake. Curling up in the human's cape like a wriggler as the credits rolled. He cannot believe he just watched that hunk of garbage all the way through.

Despite how horrible it was.It was alright.

It had good character development, the way they interacted with each other. Each of their personalities bouncing off of one another whether it was through talking or song. The plot line was decent. And even some of the songs were catchy. Some of them. Those of them were ear bleeding worthy horrible. But all and all, it was a good movie. Coming from Dave of all people that is.

"That was one of the biggest wastes of time that I have ever made an effort towards," he would never admit he liked it though. Not willingly. It didn't matter though, because when he glanced over Dave was asleep. Or so he thought.

His breathing seemed shallow- as the rise and fall of his chest as slow. His face has seemed to loose all of its stoic qualities, and settled into a blank peaceful complexion. His whole body language read unconscious slumber. He was confident he was asleep. And of course he was still wearing his shades.

He rolled his eyes, having a slight frown. What an incompetent fool. He leaned over and pulled them off slowly. He didn't want the dope to roll over and break the damn things.

He folded the shades carefully into his hand, putting them somewhere- uh for safe keeping.

That is not before he put them on. Trying to see through the coolkids point of view for a second.

He then sat up, hands in lap, the cape shrewd off of him in his attempts to hide the shades. His eyes darted to the boy next to him.

He had to say- it was quite relieving he had eyes under those shitty slates of plastic. He was pretty sure he'd come across large gapping whole in his face, the way the Strider hid them.

But the other thing the shades his in the shadows. Freckles. Or so Dave explained what they were.  He remembered that:

Karkat was sitting next to Dave in Cantown. The Mayor stacking cans into a new assortment of buildings. The two in a can free corner as they watched him do his work.

Dave was scribbling with chalk on the floor. Drawing more of his stupid picture book characters. He watched the human scribbled down Sweet Bro as he noticed a dot on his hand.

It was a faint, but darker than his skin color mark located almost on his wrist.

"Dave what is that? Is that some sort of scar? Or chalk?" Karkat stated quickly grabbing and examining the humans hand. Dave looked over at him.

"Bro you messed up my picture," he stated, avoiding the question. Karkat grunted as he searched the hand for more. Only finding chalk dust.

"What is that Dave? What is it?!" He asked looking at it. The human seemed to finally be looking at what Karkat was so confused about.

"Dude, it's literally just a freckle chill," he stated pulling his hand away.

"What is their purpose?" He asked finding the term to sound semi-retarded.

"Well their just there- they get darker in the sunlight... That's really all I know. What do I look like to you? A doctor. Cause I sure as hell don't have a fucking certificate for skin markings," he said. Rambling another one of his outlandish metaphors.

"Is that the only one? Is it defective? Are they contageous?!" He asked. He didn't want any of those dots on him. Gross human thing.

"No their literally just dots," he stated pulling his sleeve down to reveal more sparingly dotting his arm. The troll looked over and then nodded.

"That's fucking odd, humans are weird," he said grabbing a piece of chalk himself. Scribbling any given picture.

The two sitting closer together them they had been before.

Karkat shook his head. The whole experience was odd. But there were more than just some freckles on Dave's face. There was a whole battalion of them. Enough to connect the dots mind you.

And you know what. He found them slightly cute. Hey woah woah woah. That did not mean he though Dave was cute. Just the freckles in general.

Who was he arguing with?! Himself. That's who. He stared at the Strider's peaceful face for a second. Just staring. He couldn't take his eyes off of him. He was trying to get the image of Dave without shades burned into his mind.

Dave shuffled, and Karkat closed his eyes. To pretend he was sleeping. He would never hear the END of it if the blonde caught him staring. Especially while he was sleeping. He slowed his breathing, and rested his frustrated and most likely endless frown.

DAVE'S POV

He jostled himself awake. He was thinking he was lucky this time that he wasn't shoved into one of those bullshit dream environments. He opened his eyes to the almost blinded end credits glowing off the screen. He winced slightly. Who the fuck turned on the lights in here?

He put a hand over his face, and then the other. Trying to block out the bright light. Then he patted his face. Again. And again. The shades were missing gone. He made a sudden look over at Karkat. Asleep. He made a large sigh. Squinting to look in his sleeping spot. Patting about.

Lifting blankets and pillows to find them. But to no avail they were not there. He held onto an irritated breath, than exhaled, brushing off the frustration.

He quickly got a look around his surroundings the closed his eyes tightly, going to wake the troll up.

"Bro wake up- where are my shades?!"