Note on the Back of a Coffee Cup

(I will change the trolls' names because who seriously is named Karkat or Eridan? So it will be similar to their name and/or chum/trollian handle. And they will have similar speech patterns. I.e. Gamzee saying motherfuck a lot. Jake with an accent. Roxy fucking shit up a lot. You get what i mean.)

"Oh baby faster! Harder baby, turn my brain to mush!"

"Fuck!" I massage my temples and lean on my desk heavily. When I open my eyes I notice a strain on my jeans. "Fuuuccckkk!" I slam my hands on the open textbook from which I had previously been studying from. It hits me that my whole body is hot and shaking. Somehow I managed to always fall asleep and wake up with a raging boner. I pass my tongue over my dry lips and try to ignore the itch for release.

"Hey Dave you ready to go- whoa man, what happened to you?" Carcin bounds into the room causing me to swing my head around and stare at him.

"What do you mean?" I grab my shades and slip them on, running a shaky hand through my hair.

"I mean fuckass, your face is all red and your shaking. Holy shit. You didn't! Come on, I told you not to do that any where near where i touch!" God that was just like Vantas. Always assume I've jacked off near his shit.

"No jackass, I fell asleep while i was studying. Why do you always think I'm fucking around your shit anyway?" Carcin grimiced and peered at the desk to make sure.

"No but you obviously had one hell of a fucking dream. What was it to give you that circus tent?" I flip the bird to the brunette and shut my textbook. "Come one dude tell me what's going inside that think pan of yours!"

"Dude fuck off, besides you know i hate it when you say think pan. It doesn't even make sense." A smirk plays at the brunette's lips.

"I don't think I'm the one who needs to fuck off..." I flip the bird again as I head towards the bathroom. When I get in there, I turn the nozzle in the shower to lukewarm and strip off my tee. A banging begins on the door and I quickly make sure it's locked. After an unfortunate accident before I refused to keep the door unlocked whenever Carcin was in a five mile radius of the apartment.

"What do you want dumbass?" The banging stopped and I looked curiously at the door.

"So...are you coming with me? To show you the campus i mean." I could hear the eagerness in his voice and concluded he just wanted to show off his pick up skills.

"I don't know. Probably I mean, I am going to have to go see it sometime if I'm going to get to any of my classes on time." A silence followed by a series of whoops reveals all too much. "Dumbass." I mutter while pulling of the rest of my clothes and getting into the cool water. I lean my head into the spray as I relax a bit.

The stress has been building ever since I had gotten accepted into NYU. Having never expected it, I had gotten a job at a coffee shop back in my hometown of Kodiak, Alaska. It was small and the people were nice. That's also where I met Carcin, who was a cancer so his symbol was a crab. We met during the Crab Festival. I chuckle a little at the irony. Finally after persuation from my friends, I had applied for NYU and here I am in New York at my dream college to study the arts.

I grab a washcloth and rub it over my face and chest in slow circles, losing myself deeper into thought. My brother Dirk was a DJ and had a contract with some big label. I had always just assumed music ran through our veins as much as red blood cells. But something had always just clicked when I drew. It was like something took over my body as I began to sketch out the placement lines. This was mostly prevolent when I drew people though. Something about drawing people had a mysterious appeal. I might see a smile or a frown, but when I put it onto paper it jumped off of the page and told a story. Which always inspired me to write.

A loud knock from down the hall snaps me back as I rinse off. Stepping out of the shower, I grab my towel and open the bathroom door, peeking down the hall.

"Carcin?" I wait for a reply but only get silence. The knocking began again and I gave one last glance towards the brunette's room and went to answer the door.

"Hello- Carcin what are you doing out there?" Carcin looks at me all the while grinning. "Hello? Earth to dumbass Carcin." Dull green eyes watch me carefully.

"I was talking to a friend of mine when I walked outside for a smoke when I realized the door was locked and i didn't have a key. Sorry," Carcin looks apologetic, then mischevious.

"Carcin?" He bounds into the livingroom and jumps onto the couch, patting the seat next to him. I sigh and close the door, then walk over to him and sit.

"Okay so after I show you around we're going to meet up with a friend of mine at the cafe. Get this past your thick think pan, he just enrolled for sculpture modelling!" I glare at the word "think pan" and sigh.

"So? A lot of people sign up for that." Carcin grabs my arms and shakes me until I have to bite him.

"Fuck dude! What ever, anyway. The big deal is he is fucking gorgeous and guess who is in the art program hm?" My hand connects with my forehead and I roll my eyes.

"So what? I don't even know the fucking guy."

"Well you're meeting him tonight. You're one lucky bastard though. He told me he was going to do nudes." A second hand connects with my forehead as i stand up.

"I don't give a fuck about your stupid friend okay! I've got to change anyway so we can leave already."

"When you see him you'll know why it's such a big fucking deal!" Carcin yells from the livingroom. I roll my eyes again and shut my door. Having the last room in the hall has its advantages.

I move to my dresser and pull out a pair of boxers, along with a pair of socks and jeans. I grab my hoodie as I walk back out into the hallway, towel in a heap on my floor.

"You ready?" Carcin looks up from his phone and nods.

"Yeah. Let's get this done quickly so we can meet up with John before closing time." Carcin grabs his jacket and we leave.

"So his name is John?" I shove my shades on as we fall into a steady pace down the sidewalk.