Addition (Davekat child AU)

Chapter 11

Tomorrow is the day of the finals. The contestants are freaking out, while Kara sips her hot chocolate.

"What are you doing?! Get off your lazy butt and do something!" you shout.

Kara places her mug down at the coffee table beside her. "I spent the weeks keeping myself busy by memorizing the dance moves and practicing so my nerves would be calm as the day approached," she explains.

"We all did! Don't you want to go through the whole thing one more time?"

She shifts in her seat and breathes in. "That's why we spent all morning perfecting everything."

"But-"

Kara sits up and pats you on the head. "Stop being such a worry wart."

She walks off, leaving her hot chocolate behind. You sit down in the seat and become comfy. You tag her mug and smugly take a sip out of it. You immediately spit it back out. Filthy lowbloods! They have such bad taste.

Setting the mug back down, you stand up and look around for Kara. She accidentally bumps into you. "Oh, what do you need?"

"N-nothing, I just decided to..."

She cocks her head to the side like a dog, but you push her away. "I just wanted some milk."

"The milk expired a few days ago. You know that. We had a fight over it. You lost."

You slump down a little, reminded of the incident. The milk was expiring that day, and you two argued. She proved you wrong by showing the date.

Talking about arguing, you haven't made any progress toward your goal. What in the world are you doing wrong? Maybe it's just her. It can't be though, she seems perfectly fine with being around you. Maybe it is you. You can't ask for advice from your parents either, they will just yell at you at say "what the hell are you doing with your life?!" while flailing their arms up and down and hissing and- let's just say it's a really scary sight to see them mad. 

"Oh yeah..." you trail off.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" Kara asks, stepping closer.

You sigh. "Well, I mean, you seem like a really good person and I don't like this kismesis thing we got going on-"

"It's not a kismessitude Mari." She scolds.

"Continuing," you hiss, "I really don't like being enemies with you."

"Are you requesting a morailagence in the weirdest way possible?"

"Yep." You look to the ground, slightly disappointed in yourself. "And I'm sorry for what I've done to you."

Kara's monotone face turns into a smile and then a laugh. "Oh my god, this is hilarious! I-I'm sorry, it's just that... a highblood..." she points at you. "Wants to be friends with a lowblood." She points at herself.

"Yeah?"

She continues laughing. "Oh lord, where are the hidden cameras?"

You take a deep breath and start to raise your hand to slap her, but decide against it. "I'm being serious."

Kara immediately stops laughing. "You are?"

"Yes!" you shout.

"Oh..." she looks down at the floor, causing an awkward silence.

You break the silence. "Is it a yes or a no, Kara?"

"Sure, I guess. Since you're being so sincere about it. What will your parents think though?" Kara questions.

"T-they will be fine with it, o-of course!" you stutter over your lie.

"Oh. If that's the case then, I guess we're at a truce."

Kara holds out her hand for you to shake. You grab it with caution and slowly shake it. "Truce."