~~~~~~~Hi! This is Katherine or as one of my friends calls me KITKAT. i will be going by the latter of the two. this is my first fanfiction EVER.*GASP*. My friend wrote me a prompt for this and my other friend is beta-ing so we will see how it turns out. Hope you like it. -Kitkat~~~~~~~~
"Here I am, sitting around, doing nothing as usual," Karkat groans to himself as he lays on his bed thinking about nothing in particular, alone in his house. He supposes that he can just pester someone to come over, but all of his so called 'friends' are all out doing couple-y things with there boyfriends/girlfriends. When, just then, his phone goes off. He literally pulls himself out of bed and falls on the carpeted floor. Karkat then continues to crawl over to the wall were his phone was charging.
"Great," he says to himself as he looks at the brightly glowing screen. Kankri (Karkat's brother) had texted him to come pick him up because Cronus was still on shift and it was raining. As soon as Karkat read this he was growling in aggravation. However, Kankri was his brother (even though he was a bad one) and Karkat didn't want him to be stuck there all night.
As Karkat was driving to pick up his brother, he realized that this was pointless; they lived in the heart of New York City. Kankri could of just gotten a taxi. I mean, seriously - why did they even own a car. However, when he had finished he was already at his set destination. He hated his brother and his stupid boyfriend - seriously, who even works at a bisexual strip club? Anyway, Karkat walked into the club and said hello to the doorman who was always there and was fairly acquainted with Karkat (Karkat often had to sit there and wait for his brother. Then, Karkat walked up a small flight of stairs into the obnoxiously loud room where he found his brother.
"Kankri, come on! I'm here to take you home," Karkat shouted at his brother over the music. Once Kankri nodded, Karkat began walking down stairs until he heard someone say his name. Karkat turned around to see Dave Fucking Strider strutting up to him with a smirk and his stupid [sexy] shades.
Once Dave is less than a foot away, he looks down at Karkat and says in a very sarcastic tone, "Yo, Karkles - want a lap dance?"
This makes Karkat blush instantly and then turn away, murmuring a string of profanities. He then turns back to the slightly taller male and says, "Fuck off, Strider."
"Come on Kitkat. Why do you always have to be so pissy?"
"It's probably because you and everyone else are incompetent fuckasses."
"Wow. T-that really hurts, bro." he says, trying to make his pouty face visible though his shades. Kankri sees this and walks up right next to Karkat. Kankri looks at the blonde, confused at the fact that Karkat could deal with this considering. Then Karkat grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of his thoughts. As soon as they were both in the car Kankri asked, "Does he know about the situat - " he was cut off by Karkat turning on the radio at full volume.
Karkat mumbles to himself "No. Dave doesn't know and should never know."
~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~
The next morning, Karkat woke up before Kankri, so he went to go make coffee. He put the coffee in the biggest mug that he owned. He took the cup back to his room so that he could enjoy its goodness in the comfort of his pile of blankets and indulge himself in his laptop. As he settles into his daily routine, he hears his brothers alarm go off just in time for him to go to that church he treasured so much.
~~~~DAVE'S TURN~~~~
Dave wakes up to a lonely apartment and walks to the kitchen to grab some cereal. He notices a note out of the corner of his eye. The note stated:
Dave,
Once you get up your lazy ass, make sure that you come down to the shop. I need you to help me out down here for once like your supposed to.
-Bro
Dave lets out an exasperated sigh and rips the note out of its previous place on the wall. Then he gets dressed and makes his way down to Bro's auto-shop. When he makes his way down there, he is greeted with a polite greeting from all the employees. Dave walks up to his bro and asked if he would mind if he talk to him in the privacy of his office and then proceeds to walk down the hallway to the place he assumes would be the office even though he has never been in there before, surprisingly. Once he feels comfortable in the falling apart chair he simply states, "Bro, I think I have a problem."
"Well, why else would you ask me to come in here with you?"
"Bro, this is serious. You need to help me with this."
"Okay - god, little man, calm your tits. What's up?"
"Bro. I think I am in love with someone."
"Gasp. Well, who's the luck lady?"
Dave shakes his head.
"Oh, so it's a guy." Another shake.
"A troll, then."
Dave nods and replies, "Bro, I'm in love with Karkat."
