A/N whoop first fic for this account. Please leave feedback!

"What does it look like?" Dave asked randomly. The two of them had been standing in complete silence for the past ten minutes. He decided it was about time they changed that.

"What does what look like, my dear insensitive asshole?" Terezi replied, leaning on her walking stick. In familiar places like the school hallway she used it more like a fashion accessory than an actual means of getting around by herself.

"Being blind," Dave elaborated. "I mean like . . . You weren't always, right? Until you got in that accident, so you know what colors and shit look like. I figure you of all people would be able to adequately describe the sensation of being blind. Is everything white? Is everything black? Purple? C'mon help me out here."

"Why do you need to know?" Terezi wasn't even slightly offended. Maybe if it had been someone else she would have pretended to be, but this was Dave. He was just sort of like that.

He leaned back against his locker and shrugged, knowing very well she wouldn't be able to see him. "I'd just like to know what you go through on a day-to-day basis. Is that such a crime?"

Terezi sighed. "It's . . . dark. Empty, I guess. I don't know. Shut your eyes and pretend!"

Dave opened his mouth to make a smart remark, but before he got the chance, he was distracted by something way more interesting than his conversation with Terezi. "Holy shit."

"What?" she asked. "What's going on?"

Before Dave answered, Terezi felt her sholders being grabbed and pushed back into the locker, as a pair of lips slammed into hers. They pulled away just as quickly, an unknown voice shouted "SORRY!" and whoever it was ran away, leaving Terezi pressed up against the wall, sightless and confused.

"What . . . the fuck . . . just happened?" she asked.

"Some dude just made out with you," Dave told her. "And apologized. Know who it was?"

Terezi shook her head. "Do you?"

"No way in hell. Now come on, I've gotta bring my sister home again and she'll kill me if I'm late."

Karkat was not having a good day. But, in fairness, it was entirely his fault for agreeing to that stupid dare.

He and his friend were sitting around one of the tables in the library, trying to sneak food under the table and get through their free period without getting in trouble. They usually failed at that.

"Truth or dare?" Sollux asked.

Karkat sighed. The two of them had been friends since they were little kids, but God did he get annoying sometimes.

"Shut up," he answered. Karkat hated stupid games like that, and he was in a particularly bad mood after totally bombing his trig midterm.

"Just answer the stupid question," Sollux pressed. He had a pretty bad lisp, so stupid sounded more like thoopid. "I want to do something fun before going on Spring break."

"Truth or dare is fun?" Eridan asked sarcastically. Eridan they had only met in middle school, and quite frankly, Karkat was pretty sure no one in their group actually liked him. It was just that no one had the balls to say so.

"Wasn't asking you!" Sollux snapped. God, those two could never be in a room together for more than five minutes without getting into some type of argument. Usually they dragged the rest of their friends down with them.

"Dare," Karkat said, before either of them could continue. He didn't feel like watching them beat the shit out of each other again. "Just make it quick."

"Oh hell no," Sollux vowed. "I am going to make this the most intricate and meticulous dare that was ever dared. Just you wait, it's gonna be awesome."

"Oh I want in," Gamzee chimed. Gamzee had been another life-long friend for Karkat, but once they hit highschool he fell off the wagon hard. The dude hadn't gone a day without smoking/snorting/huffing/whateverthefuck something in years. "We are gonna blow this motherfucker."

What "motherfucker"? Karkat thought. Don't tell me he's already high first period ended literally two minutes ago.

"So when do I get to find out what this dare is?" Karkat asked out loud.

"After third period," Sollux told him. "It will take me all of free block to come up with it, and it's best that you do it after our last exam so you don't get . . . You know, caught."

"This already sounds illegal," Vriska's voice said from behind them. "I like it!"

"Go away, Serket!" Eridan snapped, not bothering to turn around. "No one wants your stupid input."

Vriska was one of those people who, despite being incredibly pissy, annoying, mean, and an asshole, was somehow everybody's friend. Most people tolerated her a lot of the time, but others (like Eridan) couldn't be bothered. Karkat respected him for that.

Vriska held a hand to her heart like she was hurt. "Gasp! I'm offended! All I wanted was to come by and see how my favorite group of losers was doing!"

"Shouldn't you be dunking Tavros's head in the toilet right about now?" Karkat asked. "I mean, it is free period. This has sort of become a daily thing."

Tavros Nitram was some poor kid in a wheel chair Vriska had been targeting since first grade. You'd think after he was paralyzed from the waist down three years before she'd have laid off, but it seemed even a disability didn't excuse you from her verbal (and occasionally physical) abuse.

Vriska rolled her eyes. "Listen, nerds. If some serious vandalism shit is going down, I feel obligated to supervise and make sure you don't mess it up."

"If we needed a babysitter we'd ask Kanaya to help," Sollux teased.

"Leave my sister out of this," Karkat begged. She and Vriska had been close friends back in middle school, but after some sort of weird argument they had randomly stopped talking. Neither one of them would ever tell anyone what happened, but Karkat knew it had something to do with that Tavros kid and fairy cosplay (he didn't really want more details than that).

"Oh yeah," Vriska laughed. "How is dear, sweet, Kanaya? And her girlfriend?"

Karkat shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. Leave me alone."

Vriska stomped her foot on the red carpeting. "You guys are so boring! Even that lame Aradia-chick is more interesting than you!"

Karkat grabbed Sollux's arm under the table and held him down in his seat. Aradia happened to be Sollux's girlfriend, and Vriska knew damn well. She was just trying to get to him.

"Later," Vriska said, spinning on her heels and marching out.

"Well thank God," Eridan muttered when she was gone.

Sollux nodded. "For once, I have to agree with you."

"Oh hell no!" Karkat shouted, shoving the paper back at Sollux. "Hell fucking no!"

"C'mon, Kar!" Eridan soothed. "It's the best prank I've ever heard in my life! See, I'm even complimenting Captor, that's how good it is!"

"Read it!" Gamzee instructed. "Out loud. Y'all motherfuckers know I can't read right when I'm high."

"'Karkat Vantas will, with the company of Sollux Captor, Gamsee Makara, and Eridan Ampora,'" Sollux read, "'Sneak into the teacher's room after the final bell, hang a pair of underwear stolen from Coach Calliborn's office-locker on the flag stand. In addition, he will get a girl to kiss him for the first time ever because he's 17 years old and it's just getting sad.'"

"You can't add an 'addition' to a dare!" Karkat protested. "That makes it two dares!"

"Show me the fucking rule book, asswipe," Sollux challenged.

Gamzee shot Karkat his big goofy grin. "Dude, you gotta!"

"No fucking way."

"If you don't do it, you lose," Eridan reminded him. "And you know the rules for people who lose."

Karkat felt a chill run down his spine. A little over a year ago, the four of them had developed a rule system for any and every game they played. Whoever lost a game or refused to play, had to go into the girls bathroom and buy a tampon from one of the dispensers on the wall. Sollux had already done it three times, Eridan twice, and Gamzee . . . Well, they had lost count how many tampons Gamzee had bought. Sometimes Karkat suspected he lost on purpose because he liked it.

Karkat, however, had yet to lose once, and he didn't plan on starting now.

"Fine!" he exclaimed. "I'll do your stupid prank. Let's start with the underwear."

Sollux's eyes twinkled behind the stupid 3D glasses he never took off (Karkat had no clue how the kid saw anything). "Perfect."

Dave pulled up to the front doors of their highschool and honked once. Of course, there was no need, since Rose was already standing outside, arms crossed, looking pissed.

"You're late," she stated.

Dave lifted up his sunglasses and looked down at his watch. "Shit! Really?"

"I don't need this!" Rose snapped at him as she got into the car. "I could get a ride home with Roxy or Kanaya or hell even Dirk. But no, I wait for you for half an hour every day because you asked me to!"

Alright, she had a point.

Technically, Dave and Rose were siblings, however they hadn't grown up together. They shared both parents, but Rose and their older sister Roxy had been raised by their mother after the divorce, while Dirk and Dave had stayed with their dad. Dave always thought splitting the kids between the parents was a pretty asshole thing to do, but he was only four at the time so it wasn't like he had gotten much a say.

Since then, he had been adamant about staying close to Rose, since she was his younger sister, after all. They were less than a year apart in age, and in the same grade at school, but he always felt like they weren't really brother and sister. Once he started driving, he promised to change that. Even if only by giving her a ride home from school every day. Baby steps.

"So, how's the whore?" Dave asked once Rose was buckled in the seat next to him. He was, of course, referring to their mother.

"Whore-ish as ever," Rose told him. "And the bastard?"

"Haven't seen him in a week," Dave replied honestly. "He might be dead."

"Hmm, we'll have to go out for dinner to celebrate . . . Roxy will be elated."

The Strider-Lalonde children had always had a . . . different relationship with their parents. From a young age the four of them had been able to grasp the idea that their mother and father were not very nice people. No one would debate the use of the term dysfunctional. Before they even started school Dirk and Dave had all mastered the art of hiding bruises under long sleeves and black eyes behind sunglasses. Roxy and Rose had learned to slip a drunk's keys while practically still in diapers.

At least Mom had had the courtesy to give up life as a prostitute when she got pregnant with Dirk (the eldest), and Dad had stopped selling weed for the early years of their childhoods. Every cloud has a silver lining, right?

"Where's Terezi?" Rose asked. "Don't you usually give her a ride home too?"

"She wanted to walk."

"You let her?!"

Dave shrugged. "She knows the way. Besides, she seemed a little out of it. She got sort of . . . uh, assaulted, in the art wing before I drove down to get you. I thought she could use some space."

"What?!"

"Some random dude just made out with her and ran off," Dave explained.

"And you didn't kill him?"

"He apologized."

Rose stared at him like he had three heads. "And that makes it okay?!"

"She didn't really seem to mind," Dave confessed. "She just looked a little confused. So I let her take a walk, big deal. I'm not her dad you know. And speaking of parental relationships, how's Kanaya?"

Kanaya was Rose's girlfriend, though her brothers had constantly held the argument that she was more like Rose's mother. No one had a stick higher up their ass than that girl.

"She's fine," Rose said. "Aced all her exams."

"Typical . . ." Dave pulled the car to a halt outside the obnoxiously white-and-purple house they hated so much. Rose thanked him and got out."You and Rox still up for bowling this weekend?"

"When aren't we?" Rose called over her shoulder as she walked up the front steps.

Dave waited until he was sure she had made it inside safely before driving away.

"SHIT!" Sollux yelled as he almost ran into an open locker door.

"We're dead," Eridan decided, panting heavily. The guy had probably never run so hard in his life.

"Get back here!" Coach Calliborn shouted. He was chasing after them through the halls of the nearly empty school.

The prank had gone almost perfectly. They had gone to his office and broken into his locker with little difficulty, and retrieved a pair of his underpants with a pair of tongs with ease. They made it into the teacher's room and figured they were home free . . . Until the Coach himself walked in, that is.

Not bothering to strive for perfection, Karkat threw the underwear on top of the flag and ran through Calliborn with the others, trying to escape. Now they were paying the price.

"Know what the best part of this is?" Sollux asked as they dodged yet another group of kids still lingering after their final midterm before break.

"NONE OF IT!?" Karkat shouted.

"You still lose!" Sollux told him. "You didn't do the final part of the prank!"

"YOU ADDED THAT IN ON PURPOSE YOU ASSHOLE," Karkat yelled. "YOU KNEW I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO!"

Sollux grinned evilly and said nothing. God damn that smug motherfucker. Karkat was not about to lose this dare. Even if it meant assaulting some poor innocent girl just standing in the hallway, minding her own business . . .

He made his advance on the first female he saw. She was average height, with dark shoulder length hair and ridiculous red-tinted glasses on. She was standing next to some blond kid who was also wearing sunglasses inside, but at least his were normal colored.

Grimacing, Karkat pressed the girl against the wall and slammer his lips into hers. "Sorry!" he shouted before running off with Eridan, Gamzee, and Sollux. She stayed perfectly still, obviously stunned.

"I can't believe you just did that!" Eridan exclaimed.

"Good for you, Man!" Gamzee praised.

"I'm just happy I don't have to buy a goddamn tampon," Karkat muttered as he shoved through the fire-exit doors. He could see his sister's car on the other side of the parking lot.

When they reached her, she was already sitting in the driver's seat, engine started. The four of them hoped in and she sped off.

"How did you know we were coming?" Karkat asked, amazed.

"Heard Vriska telling someone something about you guys pulling a stupid prank after school," Kanaya explained in monotone. "I figured you'd need a ride."

"You're the best."

"Yeah, I know."

A/N okay so I'll most likely continue this but nothing is certain. It may just remain a really loose-ended oneshot