I just wanted an autograph {Davekat/BandAU}

...Yet I don't.

Karkat Vantas

I never bothered asking Dave about what we are,,, because clearly we're nothing. Right? We're just, two strangers. I'm a fan. He's the celebrity. Nothing else. I'm no where close to being a main character. Not even a love interest. I'm a side character in my own life. I doubt I'll ever get a happily ever after like fairytales. Stuff like that never comes easily for me. Why would it? Life is fucking stupid. Love is stupid. Ugh. 

I slam my fingers on the keyboard on my phone. Typing the message 'SO WTF ARE YOU DOING?' onto my private message with Dave. He's playing on his phone while sitting on the other side of the couch. 

TG: lookin at you.

CG: NO YOU'RE FUCKING NOT.

TG: yes I am. 

Dave waves.

CG: I'M NOT CONVINCED. I CAN'T SEE YOUR EYES SO I WON'T BELIEVE SHIT.

TG: that's too bad

CG: ...

CG: WHY TF ARE YOU WEARING THOSE DAMN SHADES INSIDE?! I CAN'T SEE WHERE YOU ARE LOOKING. I'M STARTING TO THINK THAT YOU DON'T HAVE EYES.

TG: nah man. You haven't reached the level of cool, to see thee Dave Striders eyes.

TG: you might die from how hot I look. can't have that.

TG: hell if you saw behind my shades I might be too attractive. you'll be all over me.

CG: YEAH YEAH. WHATEVER BOOSTS YOUR DAMN EGO. I'VE LOST INTEREST IN THIS TOPIC ALREADY. THANKS A LOT FLOORFUCKING-ROCKETFACE.

TG: no problemo karkles. 

I have to admit. I'm a bit curious. What color are Dave's eyes? I've never been able to see them. He always has the shades on. Photo shoots, concerts, live streams, in the winter. Are they glued onto his face or something? 

TG: sooo, I never got to ask. are you coming on the tour? you know. the pass I gave you.

CG: NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.

TG: I mean. it kinda is my business but, whatever floats your boat kittykat.

CG: IS IT REALLY THAT HARD FOR YOU TO JUST CALL ME KARKAT YOU ILLITERATE-SACK-OF-HORSE-ASS-SNIFFING-SHIT?

TG: idk. is it that hard for you to call me Dave?

CG: NO, DAVE. IT ISN'T. DAVE DAVE DAVE DAVE. SEE.

TG: wow wish I could hear that in bed more often.

CG: WHAT?

TG: oh nothing. ;)

CG: THE HELL IS WITH THE WINKING FACE?! STOP BEING SMUG, BASTARD.

TG; no can do.

I groan a loud. Dave laughs. Leaning his head back on the arm rest.