Okay summaries are not my cup of tea, I apologize. Rated M for cussing and sexual implications, and probably some lemon later on.
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Disclaimer: Andrew Hussie owns these characters, not I.

There's always a certain price you pay when you love someone. It could be a very small sacrifice, like giving up flirting, or having to be faithful, to be tied down. It could also mean that you have to sacrifice your happiness. I mean, even if you love someone, that doesn't mean they have to love you back. Yeah, sometimes, they share the feeling; I'm not being a pessimistic jackass. But a lot of the time, they don't. For me, shit, I'm an expert on love, the person other people keep coming to for advice, the person with a shit ton of romantic novels shoved under my bed where normal guys stash playboys. But wouldn't you know my love life happens to be dry as a rock. A rock in the fucking desert, in a worldwide drought. In theory, I know all about love, but when the experience of it got shoved in my face like a bucket of icy water, I figured out I didn't know jack shit. By the way, I should probably introduce myself before I tell you my whole life story. My name's Karkat Vantas, but you can call me the fucking love doctor. Actually, no, that's about the shittiest name on the planet. This is the story of how I fell in love with a perpetually stoned, makeup wearing, Faygo drinking juggalo. Bet you didn't see that one coming.

I keep to myself a lot, unless of course I'm telling someone to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. So I was on the city bus on the way home to my empty apartment after school, earphones in and blaring to drown out all the psychos that use public transportation, when suddenly one of my earphones was ripped out of my ear.

"What the hell, you fuckass! What was that for?" I yelled at the earphone puller.

"Calm down, motherfucker, you all dropped your pass, that's all." Said the boy, pointing at the floor where my bus pass was laying. A normal person would have grabbed their pass and been done with it, but all I could do was stare at this guy. He had on this absolutely fucking bizarre white and grey clown makeup, and you could just see the outline of three raised scars diagonally across his face, from the top of his right eyebrow to his left cheek. He had crazy, super long black hair that flipped into his eye, and he was drinking from a bottle of Faygo, even though the sign on the bus clearly said no eating or drinking. Probably, the bus driver was too damn scared to tell him to throw it away.

"What's wrong, bro? Looks like you up and seen a ghost." The guy said cheerily.

"Uh n-no, just uh, am-am I not allowed to look, you fucking freak?" I said, putting my earphones back in my ears and keeping my head down the rest of the trip. I couldn't stop blushing. My face was bright red and I could feel the heat, because this kid had the most carefree smile on his face, and all I could think of was how much I wanted that big smile to land right on my stupid chapped lips. What the hell is wrong with me, I thought. I shook my head in exasperation and looked up under my lashes just a tiny fraction to see that the guy was staring right at me, that silly as hell smile still on his lips. I felt myself blush even more, and stared at my beat up converse for the remainder of the half hour ride. When the bus came to my stop, giving me the chance to glance up just a little and see that the clown guy was still staring, I rushed off as fast as I could, stumbling a bit on the way down. I walked as fast as my stupidly short legs could carry me down the crowded Portland block to my apartment. Just as I got to the front step, I felt a tapping on my shoulder, making me spin around till I was nose to nose with a boy in white powder makeup. I was so close to him, I could see every single pore of his skin. Jumping back in surprise, I managed to ask him what the hell he wanted.

"You left your bus pass, motherfucker. Just thought I'd bring it to you. Here!"" the boy said, putting the pass in my sweater pocket, and to my extreme surprise, kissed me on my flaming cheek, turned and just walked away. I don't know how long I stood there like an idiot, trying to figure out what just happened, but eventually I came to my senses and unlocked the door, heading up the stairs to my dad and I's apartment. Of course, he wasn't there, out on some business trip or something. It was a relief to not have him there, because I wasn't sure how much I could handle of the awkward silences and the endless stream of really cheap hookers he called "girlfriends". Yeah, I have a shitty dad, but at least he gives me enough to keep the fridge stocked and good clothes on my ass. At the very least I'm fucking grateful, because it could be so much worse. I mean, he doesn't beat me, or drink very much, so I can handle him not being there all the time.

I sat on my bed, and a single thought of the clown guy ended up giving me a little problem in the pants area, my cock throbbing with just the image of that smile, and remembering the warmth of his lips on my cheek just made it worse. I rubbed at the grey makeup that was smudged on my cheek till it was raw. I realized I didn't even know his name, but sure enough I wanted to know more about this ridiculously kind Juggalo. It felt absolutely crazy. I grabbed my clothes and a towel, and went to take a shower, and get rid of my problem.

I don't know exactly how or why it happened. I tell everyone that asks never to believe in the shitty notion of love at first sight, or whatever bullshit people came up with to call it, because it just didn't seem possible. Somehow, I fell into the emotional fucking deathtrap of wanting someone I didn't even know. And all it took was one goddamn smile.

I am seriously pumped about this.
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Bye for now!