"¡Filho da puta!" 

I hate this stupid school. My friends had gotten me in trouble, again. It seemed like a rad idea, I mean who doesn't want to write 'Fuck Da Police!' on a classroom window? I zip up my backpack  and hold down my hood so that I don't leave the place with my face showing. The people rushed around in the hallways and I determinedly looked down, bumping into people and trying to get away from the principal's office. "Y/n L/n!" I heard someone yell. I walk faster. I go under the stairs of the two story classroom and shove someone out of the stairwell. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I heard someone yell. "Shut up, Karkat!" I whisper. Angry footsteps come close and I whirl the troll boy towards me. "If you are my best friend, pretend we are together!" I demand from him. His eyes go wide and places his arms around my waist and hugs me. I look from over Karkat's shoulder to see the teacher walk away. They look at us and I quickly look at Karkat, half my hood covering our faces. "Oi, you two, separate!" The teacher yells. "I want you separated by the time I come back!" The teacher grumbles and walks away from us. I sigh and push Karkat away. "Thanks babe." He blushes his reddish hue and I smirk. I knew he's had feelings for me, but not this bad. I mean, who's to love an idiota?

"YOU'RE REALLY AN IDIOT FOR FOLLOWING YOUR FRIEND'S ORDERS." I walk through the halls with Karkat, getting judgemental looks and stares. I duck behind him as he continues lecturing me on the faults of my friends. "They just thought it would be hilarious, don't get your boxers in a bunch." I heard a huff and I look at the boy with an annoyed look. "Listen, they care for me and they protect me, no one has done that for a while." Karkat has a look of regret and loops his arm around my shoulder. "TEACHER, HIDE YOUR FACE." 

I look down as a teacher walks by, their hawk eyes scanning all the faces. I get closer to Karkat, his arm going around me protectively. "Hey, you!" I look up to see the teacher pointing at me. I bolt, my legs pumping to get me out of the school. "Stop!" I don't stop. I heard panting and I look over my shoulder to see a flushed Karkat running after me. I grab his hand and we get out of the school. My car was parked right by where we were. "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" I screech. I throw myself into the driver's seat and start the car. The teacher was about a block away from us, so I gunned it once Karkat closed the door.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT." He pants out. I let out a breathy laugh and we drive out to wherever. As long as it's not the school. As I turn on the radio to our favorite station, Karkat clears his throat. "DO YOU KNOW WHY THEY GOT YOU IN TROUBLE?" I sigh. "Karkat, I'm not una idiota, I know that they did it 'cause I'm different." I turn the car so that we could go get food. Lunch ended too soon. "It happens to the best of us." I pull in to a diner and we get out simultaneously. I go around and wrap my arm around Karkat. He sighs before doing the same to me. "I KNOW, I KNOW THAT FOR CERTAIN. BUT DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD LEAVE THOSE SHITBAGS IF THIS KEEPS HAPPENING? IT'S THE SIXTH TIME THIS SEMESTER!" I snort as I think about he other things I've done. So many people hate me at eh school, and have always hated me. Why not give them hell? "YOU KNOW I CARE ABOUT YOU, Y/N." I blush a little as his words before getting seated at a table. "I care about you as well Karkat, te amo, but really I can do this on my own. If anything, I'll get expelled and I can  go to a new school. Karkat smiled at me sadly. "I HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT."  I roll my eyes. "You're doing everything you can, now can we make this date not sappy?" He goes bright red and his eyes widen hilariously.

"WAIT, A DATE? THIS IS A FUCKING DATE?"

"What, you think it's not? After I just told you I love you? Get with the program." I snicker as he tries to go back in the conversation. He takes Spanish classes, and 'I love you' in Spanish and Portuguese are quite similar. He blushes a more furious red and his face morphs into a dopey grin. He'd have heart eyes if we were in the cartoons of the '70's. I reach across and grab his hand. 

"We need each other and deserve some happiness, right?"

He nods his head and squeezes my hand. We smile at each other and continue to order our food for our marvelous date. "Te amo, Karkat." "TE AMO, Y/N."

*My mom is Brazilian. The generations before her are from Argentina, Portugal, and Spain. I have a weird family, we love salt, speak Spanish on a regular basis, and my favorite food is empanadas and brigadeiros. It was fun to write this one, even though it came out a little bit later than I planned. I'll try to write the next one sooner. For now, requests are going to be closed so that I can my thoughts organized. I have two more requests before I stop them, however, so I will be producing one shots while I have my brief break. Love y'all, bye!!**

PS: The curse at the beginning was 'Son of a bitch'.