Chapter Two

                                    

                                          
> Karkat: Get a visit from the weeb. 
                          
Still crying, I opened the door, looking up at the tall human. He had a bag in his hand. 
                          
I back away so he can walk in. Of course, he's wearing the same things as always... 
                          
Stupid pointy anime shades that hide his eyes... 
                          
A white shirt that somehow doesn't have stains all over it, with an "ironic" orange hat in the middle... 
                          
Skinny jeans, because he's a pansy... 
                          
"Uh, Karkat, are you okay?" Dirk asks in a concerned voice. It was only then that I realized I was staring angrily at him. 
                          
"OH, I'M FUCKING FINE... JUSSST PERFECT!!!" I scream. Dirk puts something in my freezer as I stare at him in confusion. Sniffling a bit, I sit back down on the couch, watching Dirk set the bag down. 
                          
He sits down next to me and pats me on the back softly. I lose it again. Instantaneously, I start bawling, as Dirk pulls me into a tight hug. Yep, I'm fucking sobbing into my ex-boyfriend's brother's shirt. 
                          
Wonderful. 
                          
A few minutes after crying, I start to calm down. I look up at Dirk, and decide to at least TRY to be nice to him.
                          
He reaches down to the ground and picks up a box, handing it to me. It's fucking chocolate. 
                          
Maybe THIS Strider wasn't so bad... 
                          
"THANKS, DIRK, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT THOUGH..." 
                          
He frowns at me and wipes some of the tears away. "I already told you, I know how bad breakups can be. Don't want you to be as upset as I was. So what would make you happy?" 
                          
I grit my teeth in frustration. "FOR YOUR BROTHER TO FUCKING DIE IN A HOLE." 
                          
"Damn Karkat, chill. Anything that doesn't involve death or hurting anyone?" 
                          
Squinting my eyes, I start thinking. Chocolate isn't working. I want Dave to fucking suffer, Terezi's an asshole... hmm... 
                          
"NOT THAT I CAN THINK OF." I grab a blanket and put it over my waist. 
                          
"There must be something. You like romcoms, yes?" 
                          
"YEAH, BUT THEY'RE GETTING KINDA BORING NOW..." 
                          
Dirk stands up and grabs a case, putting a CD in. "Well this is called Ouran High School Host Club." 
                          
"OH NO, NOT FUCKING ANIME," I mutter in frustration. "No Karkat, it's good. I promise you'll like it." 
                          
I take a deep breath and sigh, cuddling up to Dirk. There's nothing else to do, so I decide to watch it. 
                          
((Hey! I updated early, in hopes that this would get more reads. The next chapter date still won't change. I'm pretty confident in this now, I've went through and edited all the current chapters like fifty times.
                          
I also have a DirkKri fanfiction in progress. But if you have a request for a different ship, feel free to let me know! I do have a list of HS characters that I can't write, however. So if it's something like Aranea x Horuss, I wouldn't be able to do it. Sorry! But still, I take requests.))