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  A teenage boy around the age sixteen sat on his couch, waiting for his friend to arrive. The boy had messed up black hair that kind of stuck up everywhere. He never really took a brush to it because it didn't need it that badly. At least, that's what he said every time he looked in the mirror. The male also had vibrant blue eyes that were set behind square glasses.  He was wearing a light blue hoodie with a two small white waves that looked like they represented wind. The hood was a darker blue than most of the hoodie as well. The male wore jeans that were also a dark blue. About a smidgen darker than the hood on his hoodie. The knees of

  Karkat paced the livingroom impatiently back and forth. He once again glanced at the clock. "Where is he?" he growled to himself. It was nearly midnight and he still wasn't home.  After ten minutes of pacing, he got a text.  sorry i forgot to tell you. i'm not going to be home till really late.  Karkat rolled his eyes. That would've been nice to know a few hours ago. He had classes in the morning and staying up this late is going to kill him. He's not going to have any energy whatsoever. Maybe he would just call in sick tomorrow.  He sighed and headed towards the bedroom, crawling into the bed. After a while of tossing and turnin

 'He's gone,' I thought to myself. He sat there, holding his sweater against my face. He smelled like him. I can't believe he left and I never got the chance to say goodbye. Tears swelled up in my eyes and they came pouring. My heart ached, but then it occurred to me. I loved him. ******Six Months Later****** I've been rather depressed these past few months. But, I went to school and kept my grades up so my grandma wouldn't get suspicious and ask questions. I never told her that he died. She thinks that he just moved. I couldn't gather the courage to really tell her. I didn't want her to worry about me. She had me go to the store

GT: Hey, sexy TT: English, what the hell? GT: I'm just, you know, having a fun time. TT: You're not making any sense. Are you drunk again? GT: Psht. No. TT: English. TT: English? TT: Dammit English. I'm coming over. ~ Dirk sat there for a moment, staring at the computer screen. This was the forth time this week that Jake had drank himself drunk. Except tonight, instead of not doing anything about it, the blonde was going to try to stop him. To be honest, it was starting to worry him. It was not like Jake had never been drunk before, he was once or twice in the past, but that was nothing. It was just that this time it was consistent.

 Everything went still. Jake looked into Dirk's tangerine eyes. He thought they were absolutely beautiful. Why would he want to hide something with such beauty? Jake seemed transfixed by his eyes. They were just so...he couldn't describe it. He was just speechless. Dirk, on the other hand, was just sitting there, looking back at English in complete shock. He so didn't see this coming. What English did was too fast for him to register. He wouldn't admit it, but it was a smooth move, but he was still sort of pissed at him for doing something like that. After a moment of registering everything, the blonde snapped his shades from Jake's face,