Colors

Chapter two

She then went on to dress me in a normal looking grey sweater ,with my family's sign on it. She went on to asked me if I preferred sweatpants, skinny jeans, or leggings. I normally wore baggy sweatpants, but I could tell this was one of those personality questions, and if I picked the wrong one I could either end up on her bad side or on her good side. Or it couldn't matter and she's literally just asking me for my opinion, but instead I chose leggings they were something different and I felt more connected to my dad he wore fricking David Bowie leggings that went up to his fucking chest!

After dressing me up properly she stood me in front of a mirror, "What do you think?" she asked.

All I saw was black and white, but I'd be lying if I did say that it did look good for black and white, "It looks good," I told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. She sounded very unsure of herself.

"Yes Kanaya I love it I couldn't ask for a better tailor," I joked. 

Little did I know that tailoring ran in her family. My dad's mom- 

I'd call her grandma, but I still haven't gotten used to calling her that so I've just been saying my dad's mom for three days, but wait if she's my grandma does that make Kanaya my aunt whatever she's more of a sister to me a very bratty sister-

But anyways my dad's mom is a fashion designer, there's actually a really tragic story behind it. She used to be dirt poor with only two dreams; owning a big business and having a family. Well her first dream did come true; back when she worked as a small town tailor, a young and beautiful entrepreneur saw her handy work, and maybe out of luck, or love, she gave her a small loan of a million dollars. 

She could hardly believe it not only was it fame and fortune that she found, but she had also believed that had she found her soulmate, but it turned out that the entrepreneur did not feel the same way. When her business hit a great depression after the heartbreak epidemic of 2009 her business would've be dead if it hadn't been for the loan she found along with the note that broke her heart.

Thankful that her company was still alive she still felt heartbroken, that when she decided to pursue her second dream of having a family. That's when she adopted my dad and the rest is history.

So I had no idea how much it actually meant to Kanaya when she said she was a good tailor.

Also she hasn't noticed that I'm colorblind even though I practically asked what color I'm wearing but she just thought that I noticed that it was a different color red. No bitch I can't see color that's what, but whatever I decided to keep the whole can't see color thing a secret for now well at least until she found out for herself. 

She smiled at me and I smiled back enjoying this little bonding moment between the two of us.

That evening when some of us went to bed, I was on my laptop typing away when suddenly the red string that disappeared for a while reappeared. I was happy to see it again but this time it was closer than usual I put my husktop down and follow it to the window.

I open the window to see that the string went all the way across a field that separated house from house. I'll have to nonchalantly ask her to see where the string leads.

But for now all I could do was sit and wait but in the mean time I sneaked down stairs to Kanaya's sewing room in her furbished basement to get a needle. I sit under the light radiating from the lamps in the basement sewing the red string of fate into my sweater. I might not be as good as Kanay at sewing but I knew my way around. 

Afterwards I went back upstairs and fell asleep only to wake up to find that the next day Kanaya had something entirely different. Instead she invited her friend Terezi over. Apparently she's blind too. And when I say blind I mean blind blind she can't see anything, and that's sad. 

Anyways the at two in the afternoon to find them gossiping at the kitchen table. When I walked into the kitchen I felt Kanaya's gaze upon me, staring at my crab stuffed animal, my messy hair, and pajamas as ignored her and her friend as I got my morning coffee.

I could hear snickering as I joined them both at the tables obviously tired from staying awake half the night.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," she said smirking trying to hold back her childish laughter. "I like your bedhead."

"Thanks," I grumbled out like a gremlin. 

They both sat there waiting for me to notice that someone else was there.

After I was done with my coffee and I was buzzed on caffine I finally got the nerve to ask. "So who's your friend?"

"And so you finally asked!" Kanaya said dramatically, "but anyways her name is Terezi and she's  blind."

"Wow Kanaya there's no need to put it like that," I mumbled.

"Oh no it's quite alright I embraced my disability a long time ago," she said.

Well I'm glad someone has but there was no way that I was saying that aloud.

"But anyways I love that color red you're wearing cherry right?" she asked.

I was so perplexed.

"You have an exquisite sense of smell Terezi," Kanaya complimented.

Smell? What the hell?

"Anyways Karkat is there anything that you wanted to do since you got here?" Kanaya asked as nicely as possible.

I look up from my empty coffee cup, "Yeah actually I wanted to explore my new backyard." I said.

They both smiled thinking that it would be a great way to get to know each other. So I quickly rushed upstairs and came back down in a T-shirt and shorts. We yelled that we were going out hoping someone would hear us, and then went on our way.