Disclaimer: Don't own Homestuck, never will. :(


Lemonade

The humidity was unbearable. Cicadas weren't buzzing, birds weren't chirping, and you, one Gamzee Makara had no intentions of moving from your air-conditioned room. Not that you could if you wanted to, you were too busy nursing a joint and listening to your brother's latest argument with his girlfriend, Meulin. Granted, the argument was by text message, and the only indications that it was still going badly was the constant ringing of Kurloz's cell and the even more constant stream of curses flowing from the other side of the wall. But for the moment it was still amusing as fuck.

See, as the story goes your bro majors in music production and part-time DJ's for a little extra cash. So he's constantly messing around with his tunes, trying to get his set just right. But one day he forgot to tune down his amps before letting Meulin listen to his newest set, and fried her hearing aids like a basket full of catfish. Needless to say she's fully deaf for the week it takes to get them replaced, and your brother's not going to get any for at least the next two. Motherfuckin' stellar, you think. Those two go at it like cats and…well, like one cat and one annoying older bro.

You finally decide to brave the heat, in a way. Granted it only means getting out of bed and snatching a drink from the mini fridge underneath your desk, but it's a large step considering how high you were at the moment. Clutching your frosty can of miracles, you settle back into bed, trying to make smoke rings touch the ceiling. The frosty can of miracles is snug against your chest, lending it's cooling touch to your skin. You inspect your prize. Sweet Tea.

Blegh. Sweet tea is by no means your favorite drink. You'd probably get your Southerner card revoked for admitting it, but you really liked lemonade much better. You only keep it because Tavros likes it. Tavros. Tav. Tavvy. Tavbro. Bosstav. You let out a mild laugh. The weed is catching up to you again and you thoughts wander off a little bit more. It'd be so awesome if Tav was here. You'd party and smoke and you'd show off your newest film, and party and smoke and have sloppy make outs. Sloppy make outs? Yeah, that sounded awesome. No shame in wanting to have sloppy make outs with your best bro, right? And if the Messiahs lined things up perfectly for you, you'd totally be getting a different kind of miracle happening, y'know?

On a whim, you pop open the can of sweet tea and take a swig, fighting the urge to spit out the overly sweet swill. Anything to give yourself more of a fighting chance for sloppy make outs, you say. Now here was to hoping Tavbro felt the same way…