Karkat felt his chest tighten up as he watched Dave talk. The boy of his dreams, the boy of anybody’s dreams, really, sat in front of him with a cocky smile and a huge ego. Dave was talking about the person that he liked again. Karkat knew this other boy so well that it frightened him.
Dave loved a boy named John and Karkat could honestly do nothing about it. John, who had black hair and dorky glasses. Who’s eyes were the brightest green and smile lit up the room. He could sit by and watch as Dave fell more in love with this other person and there was abso-fucking-lutely nothing he could do about it. He could just smile and hope that Dave saw him.
But of course Dave saw him. He always saw him. He just didn’t see him like Karkat wanted.
He wanted Dave to wake up one day and suddenly realize that Karkat was in love with him and that he too was in love Karkat.
But that was a funny outcome of a story that would never happen.
So Karkat watched.
He watched as the boy he loved loved another.