"yeah, uh, Aj's the sweetest, the greatest. If it was any better i'd name it after me, Dave Strider's the name and rapping's my game so if you wanna check me out you better not be lame. What the fuck am I doing?" You swore to the unresponsive room. Not even rapping can keep your mind off him. And you can't rap when you're distracted. Searching for something to busy yourself, you finally settle on staring at the ceiling and drumming your fingers on your legs. Tired of hiding you dim the lights, pull of your shoes, and pick up the phone. Before dialing your hand briefly pulls an inch or two back. You gather up all the confidence you can possibly muster (along with the rest of your dignity) and punch in the number.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number?" crackled from the speaker.

"Karkat?" you ask, not able to contain a slight smirk.

"Holy jegus fuck. Strider? What the hell do you want?"

"Get your ass over here," you shot back playfully.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because. Now get over here!" You shout the last words and hang up the phone. A blush and a goofy smile somehow wondered to your face- and you didn't even try to hide it. Fucking pathetic. About ten minutes later Karkat was at the door.

"Ok shit stain i'm here. What do you want?" He yelled form the porch.

Not sure what to do you called from the hall, "One second, Kitkat!" then mentally hurled yourself off a bridge.

"What the everloving fuck did you just call me?!" Since you were less than half naked and spent the last ten minutes going over excuses for why you invited him over, you were sort of running around half naked like an idiot. In the midst of your absolute brilliance, Bro took it upon himself to answer the door since you apparently weren't anytime soon.

"I got it!" he yelled from the hall. ok bro's got the door. Wait. SHIT! You mentally stabbed yourself this time. Looking around your bedroom littered with your bro's smuppets from past attacks and empty apple juice containers you managed to find a somewhat clean shirt to put on. Now for pants. you could already hear Karkats ranting from here. Fuck it. Jogging to the door you managed to catch the middle of their conversation.

"-and he looked so cute with his little dress and his tiara and bows."

"Bro not cool. Besides don't you have English waiting in the bedroom?" you said coolly as he left. You motioned Karkat inside.

"You wore a dress?" he asked.

"I lost a bet. I made it look good though. The katana really complimented my eyes." you fluttered your eyelashes.

"katana?" he cocked an eyebrow and you brushed it off.

"Long story." He shrugged and you let him to your room.

"Keep the door open!" bro shouted from somewhere in the apartment.

"I will if you will!" you replied, closing the door.