[Karkat's P.O.V]

You wake up, and look at your alarm clock. It's 9 am. You get up after laying in bed a bit, and go downstairs to eat breakfast. You make something very simple, yet good-tasting. Oatmeal. You think about your plans for today, relieved that you graduated high school last summer. After finishing your meal, you throw on skinny jeans and a band shirt. This makes you grin a bit, due to the fact that you remember how you and your friends would always joke about your style.
"Emo trash my ass," you mumble to yourself. Yeah, you may have a taste in some more punk rock or metal music. And dress that way.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're defiantly emo trash. But that doesn't really matter. You finish getting dressed and stalk over to the bathroom, and take care of simple hygiene. You then walk over to your laptop to entertain yourself.

After about two hours of just scrolling through your social media, you decide to do something interesting and worth-while with your life. You slip on your converse and grab a light jacket, telling by the fact that it's only in the mid 50's today. You grab a notebook and pen and head out the door.

You walk generally around town, jotting down a note or two in your notebook whenever an idea strikes you. You walk towards the outskirts of the town, where a forest lingers. You grin to yourself. Your own little private area. It's nearly breathtaking, all the shades of red, yellow, and orange blurring together. You even go so far as grabbing your phone from your pockets, trying to get a decent picture. With no success, you re-pocket your phone and shuffle into the forest.

[Dave's P.O.V]
You roll over, and glare at your beeping alarm. Jesus, is it seriously that important to work the split (and night) shifts? You smash the snooze button and roll over. 6 am is not a human time to wake up.

Fifteen minutes later, at 6:15, you groan and turn the alarm off. You change into fresh clothes. You work at a gas station, the busiest one in town. It's hell, but you need the money. At least you won the Mystery Box, some sort of program set up by the company to see how workers are doing. You got 100%. Your manager, usually a rather grumpy and negative old man, had even high-fived you. As a reward for the rare event, you get to wear jeans instead of khakis for a month.
"Yay me," you think, as you head downstairs into your kitchen. You make your coffee with an everything bagel and scroll through Facebook on your phone. Was graduating this summer even worth it? Well, yeah, honestly it was. But it's not at great as you were expecting. You finish your food and head upstairs to grab a quick shower, brush your hair, and brush your teeth. Then you're out the door.