“Dad! I got your junk box!” That’s what his dad called it, due to his tendencies to shove the leftovers of his projects inside. It was full to bursting with old nails, washers, and screws that never seemed to be of any use. He paused at the entrance to the basement in confusion. His father always answered when he called. Maybe he can’t hear you, a little voice suggested from the back of his mind. Corey slowly made his way to the upper floor, where his door had to be replaced. “Dad?” He dropped the toolbox at the landing. His father’s tools- or what he’d had at the time- were scattered across the floor, the man himself notably absent. A chill went down Corey’s spine as he knelt next to his door. “Dad! Where are you?” Someone behind him chuckled.
“Well, this is cute.” He whirled around just as the man behind him clenched both his fist
Corey used to dream of concerts, midnight parties, pop tarts, really cool guitars, his own private recording studio, and having his own house away from certain older siblings who tried to ruin his life. But this time, Corey dreamed a dream of a girl.
In the dream, he knew not her name until she told him what it was. Just that she was beautiful and had the most amazing singing voice. "Corey!" She called to him, waving her hand and grinning. "I'm Laney. Don't you remember? We used to be friends. We used to hang out all the time, back in middle school."
Corey looked at her strangely, as if he couldn't remember. "This is a really weird dream." He said. "And what happened? Why aren't we friends anymore?"
"You couldn't write lyrics for the band." She sadly said. "Oh how I loved making music with you. And now, look at me. I've got
Corey: *walks in pissed off* WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Corey: IT'S FUCKING 3:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FUCKING SINGING THIS FUCKING EARLY GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
Jonathan: *stares* That's a lot of fucks! AND FYI, I needed to practice.
Corey: WHY THIS FUCKING EARLY THOUGH?
Jonathan: Errr..Becuase! I can't sleep.
Corey: Why fucking not?
Jonathan: Because....I had too much sugar and caffeine...
Corey: Jon! What the fuck have I told you about drinking fucking stuff that makes you hyper before you go to fucking bed eh!?
Jonathan:Would you quit with the fucks and fucking and fuck already? Jesus fucking christ!
Corey: Make fucking me!
Jonathan: *twitches in annoyance and then grins* All fucking righty *sings surfacing*
Corey: *covers ears* AHH A KORN COVER OF A SLIPKNOT SONG WTF. DAMN YOU.
Jonathan: BAHAHAHAHA take that !!!
*Munky & Chris wake up and come in* WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS TOO GODAMN EARLY FOR YOU FUCKERS TO B
From the corner of his eye, he could see the pretty girl pass by. He turns from his friend, following her with his eyes.
This is it. Placing his glass on the table, and ignoring his friend's questions, he follows her. The glare of the sunlight bringing out her pretty glow.
With the soft music floating in his ears, he passes by the trees of the outdoor party John's hosting, heading straight for Terezi.
Karkat's hand was slightly trembling as he places it on her shoulder and spins her around.
She's cut off in the middle of the sentence she was saying to Kanaya.
"Fuck you." He growls at the top of his lungs, and the music stops, people turning.
But his lips touch hers, holding her close and kissing her deep and there's nothing else that she could do besides cackling to his rough lips and kiss back.
Kanaya is smiling and there are peals of laughter from beyond, coming from a joking Vriska and John.
He doesn't care. He'll yell at them later.
Red blossoming on his