A/N: I see this being a long fic.
It's my first Homestuck fanfic, so hopefully it's alright. Reviews would be appreciated. ^_^
Some GamzeexKarkat. Eventually will be DaveKat, as far as I can tell.
Anyway, enjoy ~

ch. 1 : Coffee shops and muffins

== BE THE EMO KID SITTING ON THE COUNTER.

You are now the emo kid sitting nonchalantly on the counter. But you're not emo, so why the FUCK does everyone keep calling you that? Yeah, your hair is fucking black and shaggy as all hell, but who gives a shit? Certainly not you. Nor do you give a shit about your roommate cussing you out through his lisp about you being lazy. You lean back, placing your feet on the counter, eyeing the customers. Sollux has been running around, grabbing coffees and muffins and whatever the fuck else that stupid little coffee shop sells.

"I know you don't fucking work here and all that jath, but pleath, KK, fucking help me. I'll give you half of my check thith week, you lazy athhole." Sollux whisper-yells under his breath toward you, trying to keep the customers from hearing. He's been working after school in this coffee shop for about a year now, and you honestly can't stand it. Not just because he begs you to help out every time Terezi skips out on her shift, but also because you've never really taken to waiting around for Sollux. But you have to, because you fucking live with that asswipe, and you're fucking grateful because your dad kicked you out freshman year and no one else would fucking take you; other than Gamzee of course, but Tavros staying the night every weekend and the daily pot brownies and faygo chugging contests was getting to you after a month. So here you are, waiting for Sollux to get done with his shift so he could drive you both home, because there was no way in hell you were walking in this shitty weather.

"god dammit, fine." You say through a mouth full of blue berry muffin. The owner is fond of you for some strange reason, and doesn't mind you swiping a few muffins now and then.

You slip on your black vans which you thoughtfully took off before sitting cross legged on the counter, and sulked over to the other register.

As more people line up in front of you, you swallow the rest of your muffin and overlook the crowd. A few people you recognize immediately, and you shake at the thought of serving them.

"What would you like?" You ask, making sure that you stop your constant glare as you make eye contact with this familiar delinquent.

"Hey Kaaarrrkat." Vriska growls, holding out the 'kar' in your name. "coffee. black. medium."

"no problem." You say, making sure to keep yourself on her good side for the remainder of the day. Sollux quickly hands you the coffee, and you hand it over to Vriska as she hands you a few dollars.

"thanks." She scoffs, winking at you before she flips her hair in an overly dramatic way, throwing up a peace sign as she exists.

God, you fucking hate Vriska Serket. But you would never say that, because your good buddy John has been hanging around her a lot these days. As you take more orders, you think back on when you first met John in this exact coffee shop about a year ago. Before long, you space out as you continue to serve costumers and finally, it's closing time.

=== FINALLY ENTER THIS SAD LITTLE FUCKER'S NAME.

You are not a sad little fucker, you are a bitter little fucker with the worst temper around. But, your name is KARKAT VANTAS, which would have been present if you actually did work in this coffee shop and had a uniform and name tag, like your good friends TEREZI PYROPE and SOLLUX CAPTOR.

Terezi has skipped out on her shift yet again, and has left you to take her place as she knew you would. You don't care where she is, you're just pissed that you actually agreed to cover her sorry ass for the third day in a row.

"Come on dude, help me clean up." Sollux says, smacking you lightly with a dish rag.

"Fuck you, I just spent three hours covering Terezi's ass so that she wouldn't lose her fucking job and so you could take it a little easier. You should be fucking grateful, you piece of shit." You say in your normally bitter tone of voice, using all of your favorite words to insult one of your best friends as you always do.

"Fine, fine. Just go make thure Makara doethn't break any thit in the back, okay? He'th YOUR rethponthibility when he'th here." Sollux lisps, gesturing to the back of the shop where your very best friend, GAMZEE MAKARA, has offered to help buss tables. Although that might not have been the best idea, considering he stumbled in just a few minutes ago, high as hell.

You snatch another muffin and lazily walk over to the 6'8 stoner you call a best friend. How he even manages to get through the doorway is beyond you, but you choose not to question it. He's got his ways. Or his "Miracles" as he calls them.

"Sup my motherfuckin best bro?" he says, glossy red eyes drifting toward you. His face set in a dopey grin and the face paint he chooses to wear daily is slightly smeared. You don't dare call him a Juggalo, because for some reason he gets royally PISSED THE FUCK OFF when anyone calls him that.

"Hey." You reply, munching on another blueberry muffin. If it were up to you, you would live off of these muffins and coffee.

"How ya been?" He asks, seemingly more down to earth than usual. His high must be wearing off.

You shrug, staring up at the giant who has ceased cleaning. The tables are cleared and finally wiped off, and you're glad Gamzee feels like helping people out lately.

"Not good?" He asks, sitting down and pulling you with him. You fall into the booth, sitting against Gamzee's side and sighing.

"Where was she today?" you ask, knowing Gamzee runs in the same crowd as Terezi.

"Man you gotta get over lil sis Terez. I'm tellin you, she's bad news, brother.. Ain't nobody deserve to be walked on like she does you, ya'know?" He says, ruffling up your hair.

"Yeah.." you say, coming to terms with the fact that you and Terezi are JUST FRIENDS. You never were really into her much anyway, and Gamzee knows this, but you haven't come out to anyone but him and Sollux about liking men, and you haven't found the guts to actually try to find a boyfriend.

"DUDE, COME ON, I WANNA GET HOME." Sullox yells from the door; Gamzee picks you up and you climb onto his back so he can give you a piggy back ride out to the car. You don't know why you act the way you do with Gamzee, but he's the most important person in the world to you.

"Jethuth, you don't have to fucking carry the athhole out to the car." Sollux says, watching Gamzee pass him.

"Shut the fuck up" you snap, holding on tighter to Gamzee.

"Next thing you know, you'll be feeding him too."

Gamzee sets you down on the sidewalk, taking the rest of the muffin from your hand and you open your mouth as he feeds you it.

Your name is KARAKT VANTAS and your roommate is looking at you and your best friend like he absolutely FUCKING HATES YOU.