Walking towards the park sandbox with a small plastic bucket, and your puppet named Cal inside, you see him. One of the cutest little 'truckers' you've ever seen, sniffling in the sandbox, trying not to cry. You aren't really sure what calling someone a trucker means, but your dad has called almost everybody it, including yourself, so you do too. He sees you coming and attempts to hide himself by twisting his head away, only managing to get more sand into his poofy hair. As you throw your chubby little leg over the box wall to climb inside, he stares at you with pretty brownish-red eyes, you think he was trying to glare at you.
Instead of leaving him alone and giving him space, like most kids your age, you simply smile, and wrap your arms around him, making sure Cal gets in on all the trucking love. You make sure you throw his limpy arms around him too. His arms flail at first, he begins to scream and tries to push you away. But you're stronger and you can tell he really doesn't want you to go, because he needs a hug, the best kind of magic there is. You start to shoosh him, and you pat his sandy hair down to calm him, eventually he starts mumbling about you being some 'weird and strange butt that will probably kidnap him the second he closes his eyes' but he eventually hugs back. You ask his name when you feel him give a final hiccup and sigh around you.
" 'm Karkat."
You smile, and your clown face paint chips off a little.
"Gamzee. And now you're my momma trucking friend."
You have a little difficulty saying that because you're smiling too wide, but you figure he understood when he bobs his head up and down, getting sand everywhere. Today is a day of momma trucking miracles and magic, and you just hope you can get one of those little microwavable pies for free at the gas station for you and your new bro. Today was the first day you made a friend by yourself.