Tavros stood on the curb of the street. His big brown eyes looked up at the looming house. It was plain. A one story complex with boring off white paneling. Clean huge windows sat in the walls, each one framed by dark blue shutters. Tavros smiled lightly when he saw that the door of the house was a bright red color. At least it wasn't all too boring.

The sun beat down on his neck and warmed him. It almost gave him comfort, like a reminder of the always sunny state that he left for the Midwest. But he needed to get out of there. The memories were starting to hurt too much.

The Hispanic nodded, to himself mostly, and picked up his bags from the ground. The moving truck was bound to be here in an hour or so. Tavros thought it would be best to start unpacking now. He walked up to the bright red door and let himself into his new house. It was just as plain inside as it was outside. Tavros sighed and threw his orange colored duffel bag off to the side.

It was pretty spacious in the house. Big at least for just one person to live in it. Tavros sat himself down on the large front windowsill that over looked the front yard. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a faded, wrinkled picture. His mother's and brother's smiling faces beamed up at him and gave him strength.

"I, uh, miss you guys already. I promise it will be, uh, better this time." The boy hugged the photo tight to his chest. A large moving truck pulled into his driveway and two burley men got out. Shoving the picture back into his pocket, Tavros got up to help unload.

Gamzee watched from his window as the large moving truck pulled into the driveway across the street. A man, who he guessed was the new neighbor, came out of the red door house and helped carry boxes. Something about the new neighbor fascinated Gamzee, even from across the street and in his house. He could just tell this one was a 'Miracle.' Or maybe it was because he was completely baked and didn't have to many intelligent thoughts about anything. Incoherant thoughts raced through the clowns mind, and he slowly took another hit. Smoke billowed out from his mouth and nose and he pretended he was a dragon, watching his next victim. This shit was pretty trippy.

The door to his room slammed open, and a rather peeved roommate walked in. Karkat coughed and spluttered, waving his hands around to keep the toxic fumes away.

"Jesus Christ Gamzee! Are you trying to smoke the whole fucking house? How many of these have you had today?" The smaller ranted, walking up to the other and stealing the cigarette from him.

Gamzee just smiled and tapped his slender fingers against the window. "Lookie here my motherfucking best friend. We up and all got ourselves a new motherfucking neighbor!"

"Whoop-de-fucking-doo."

"We should be motherfucking grateful to the messiahs that they have blessed up with a new companion. Wonder if Solbro is gonna be mad that some motherfucker be living in his house."

Karkat's eye twitched. "What the ever loving fuck are you talking about? I don't understand your fucking religion mumbo jumbo or whatever it is you're running your mouth about! And also; Sollux fucking moved in with Aradia 6 months ago and doesn't give two rats asses about that shitty dump!"

Gamzee leaned over and threw a lanky arm over the others shoulder, a huge smile graced his face. His head was bobbing to some music that only he could hear. Karkat watched the stoner for a few moments before finally getting annoyed and snapping his fingers harshly in his roommates face. Gamzee's hazed eyes came into focus and looked down at him.

"Focus you fucking clown!" Karkat growled and threw Gamzee's arm off of him. "And by the way, were you planning on coming down to the fucking party at all or were you going to sit in your room all day, high off your ass?"

The clowns face lit up like he had just received the best present in the world upon hearing that. His head bobbed again to the mysterious music and he did a little dance around his friend. In his haze Gamzee thought that his roommate's face looked so nice that he felt the need to touch it. Reaching out he slid his hand around Karkat's cheek and patted it. "Honk!"

The smaller recoiled and slapped Gamzee's hand away. "Fuck Gamzee! What have I told you about touching me? Don't. Fucking. Do. It." Karkat turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him.

Gamzee stared ahead. His head was spinning. He wondered why his motherfucking best friend was being so strange lately. Shrugging, he figured he could figure it out when he wasn't so high. But right now, he had a party to attend.

The sound of bass thumping woke Tavros up. The movers had left a while ago and he was exhausted. But he was proud that he finally got unpacked. Everything in the house was in order and presentable in case of unannounced visitors. Now all Tavros really wanted was to sleep. He had already fallen asleep for about an hour or so when that noise started up. Groaning loudly and throwing a pillow over his head, Tavros tried to block it out. That failed epically.

Sighing loudly, the boy rolled off of the couch and replaced the pillow. Walking to the large front window, he saw across the street that someone was throwing a party. And by the looks of it, everyone in the neighbor hood was there. Everyone, but him. Anxiety set in and he began to worry that maybe it would be just like that last place.

"Stupid. You're new here. They don't know you that's, uh, all." He shook his head and sadly watched out the window. Checking the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was about 11 at night. It wasn't too late, but that bass was just so annoying and he was so tired!

Deciding not to be shy and timid, Tavros marched to the door and pulled his shoes on. He was going to walk over there and demand that the neighbors turn down the music, maybe, please? This could end in disaster.

"Be brave Tavros."
Walking out of the house, the Hispanic made his way across the street and to his new neighbor's house. People were scattered around the lawn, talking and drinking what he guessed what alcohol. A few stopped to look at him and whisper with one another, but most of them were too busy to notice him. The loud thumping bass was loud now and deafened Tavros. He slowly made his way up the steps to the front door. He didn't know if he should knock or ring the bell. No one would hear it anyways. Best to just let himself in.

Opening the door, he walked inside and was immediately surrounded by a mob of people. A thick smoke drafted around his face and he coughed. He felt light headed and dizzy. A couple were making out heatedly in the hall way and Tavros pushed his way past him, mumbling apologies. Now that he was inside, he realized he didn't even know what the neighbors looked like.

Tavros tried to grab people's attention to ask them where he might find them. But no one would even stop to look at him. After ten minutes of trying the Hispanic gave up and leaned his forehead against the wall. The smoke in the house was making him feel so weird and not in a good way. A hand shook his shoulder roughly and a voice grouched behind him.

"Hey if you're going to be sick at least try to go upstairs to the bathroom or I'll make you fucking clean it up."

Tavros turned around and looked down at a rather small man. His dark brown locks fell in his face that seemed to be stuck in a perpetual scowl. His skin was so white that Tavros didn't even think it was possible. Brown eyes that looked almost red glared up at him.

"Well are you going to fucking stare at me or are you going to answer fuck ass?"

Tavros stuttered and blinked. He could feel his face heat up.

"Oh uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I was just uh, wondering if you knew where I could, uh, find the people who live here."

"You're looking at one of them. Why who the fuck is asking?"

"Uh, well I was. See I'm the new neighbor across the street."

"Yeah, would you like a fucking gold star for it? What's your point."

Tavros could see that this guy didn't take any shit from any one and it was very unnerving.

"I was, uh, wondering if you could maybe, possibly, turn the music down, please?" He stuttered his face burning many shades of red. The other just stared at him like he just spoke another language and it pissed him off.

"Who the fuck are you to come into my home uninvited and tell me what the fuck I should do at my own party? If you think that's going to happen then you have another thing coming asshole! I mean seriously, you can't just barge in here and demand that-"

"Uh, I wasn't demanding that-" The man cut him off. Tavros noticed that a few people around them had gathered around and were staring.

"Shut the hell up! It's a party for fucks sake! Don't you know how to party? You're supposed to have fucking loud music that blows your ear drums to the sky! Why are you so fucking stupid?"

Tavros had shrank back from him and looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He covered himself with his hands to try and shield him from offensive words. By now everyone in the house and gathered around to watch the scene. Tavros could feel the other man getting to close in his personal space. He didn't even understand why he was mad!

Suddenly, the looming presence and foul mouth disappeared. Tavros peeked up from under his hands and saw that a man wearing slightly smeared clown make up had walked up the shorter boy and picked him up in a massive bear hug.

"Hey motherfucking best friend. What up and all got your panties in a wad?"

Karkat thrashed and squirmed in the others embrace, his eyes narrowed on Tavros.

"Why don't you ask this fucking twat what my fucking problem is!" He yelled in anger.

The tall man's hazy eyes narrowed in on the Hispanic cowering against the wall and something seemed to light up in them. He shifted Karkat to one arm and held him tight while his other arm held his body against the wall.

"You're the motherfucking new neighbor!"