Your mind is a fuzzy mess of fog induced by at least three Lortab and a bowl of the finest green, yet still you're walking into your new school as though you weren't stoned out of your ass.

You'd stopped to zone out staring at the school's name lettered in white on the sign, 'Prospit High School', so you were probably late, but you couldn't really care. Everything was CoOl MoThErFuCkEr. As you finally walk into the building, the other students stop and stare at your look- purple polka dot pajama bottoms and a black hoodie, the remnants of dark carnival make-up staining your face and your hair a huge mess of voluptuous tangles. You were okay with their staring; some people just didn't understand how a motherfucker chills.

You float through the crowds of students hurrying to class and into the front office, up to the desk where a well-dressed lady stares at you mouth agape for a moment.

"Oh, h-hello. Can I do something for you?" She asks nervously when she finally gets her bearings.

"Yeah, I'm new to this place. Could I get my schedule?" Your deep baritone voice comes out calm but a little scratchy. It was still sore from the burn of the sweet smoke from earlier. You think you might wreak of the stuff.

She nods, quickly taking the chance to look away from you, and goes to a filing cabinet. "Your name?"

"Gamzee Makara."

She opens one of the drawers and flicks through the papers within. "How do you spel- oh, nevermind." She pulls out a piece of paper from one folder and hands it to you. "Here you go. Enjoy your first day, Gamzee."

You take the paper and force yourself out of your cloudy mind long enough to look down at it so that you can find your first class. Physics.

AwEsOmE.

You leave the office to wander around the foreign hallways in search of room 413 with Ms. Roxy Lalonde. After a bit of searching- the bell rings and your mind just barely pieces together that you're late- you find the classroom and push inside. The entire class turns to look at you, confirming that yes, you were late. Included with the entire class is at very tipsy-looking woman with nice hair and a snazzy labcoat standing at the front of the classroom.

"Yer late." She slurs.

You walk up to her and hand her your schedule. "I'm new, sist- Ms. Lalonde." You aren't supposed to address teachers like that, so you correct yourself.

Her eyes scan the paper, then she hands it back to you. "Oh, okay." She looks up and over the class, eyes squinting as they fight to search through her mind's probably-drunken haze. They stop on a kid at the back, sitting at one of the typical science lab-style tables. "Go sit with, err, N'tram back there. The kid with the mohawk."

You nod and head through the rows of still-staring peers, lanky limbs moving slow and relaxed, until you get to said mohawk kid. You take a seat next to him, feeling a little amused when he scoots his chair over as far as he can and avoids your gaze. Despite this, you want to try and talk to him, anyway. The kid is all up and being pretty damn adorable.

"Hey, brother." You greet, the friendliness is evident in your voice. "I'm Gamzee."

He peeks up at you shyly through long lashes, his big brown eyes hesitant. "Uh, hi, I'm Tavros."

"Cool name, motherfucker."

Tavros looks surprised, but pleased. "Thanks. You, uh, you too, Gamzee." He's quiet a moment before he speaks again. "You're new here?"

You nod, wily hair flopping a bit. "Sure am. I gotta say, I'm all up and loving your school."

Tavros laughs a little. "I, uh, think, you're the only one."

You're about to tell the little motherfucker just how cute he is when Ms. Lalonde clears her throat loudly. "'Kay, class. Today we're gonna... I dunno, it's Monday and I really di'int plan. Jus' talk to the new kid or something." She goes to her desk then, sitting down and sipping clear liquid from a glass.

Tavros laughs again, and damn if it isn't the sweetest sound you've ever heard. "Ms. Lalonde's always like that."

"Sounds like a pretty motherfucking good way to live." You grin over at the smaller boy.

He looks confused for a moment, then his eyes grow wide with realization. "Are you, uh, drunk or something?" He whispers the last part, his eyes glance around nervously, as if it were some desecrating secret.

This time you're the one laughing, slapping the desk hard enough to draw the stares back onto you. "Nah, brother, I'm just baked. I had a bowl and some happy pills."

Tavros only cocks his head. MoThErFuCkEr LoOkS lIkE a CuTe AsS pUpPy.

You bark out another laugh. "Weed and Lortab, Tavbro."

"Oh." He looks down at the table. "I don't, do stuff like that."

PoOr MoThErFuCkEr. You pat his back. "No reason to all get down. That's a damn cool way to live too."

He looks up at you with wide, surprised eyes that make you smile. "Uh..."

Suddenly, there's a black skinny jean-clad ass sitting in front of you on the table. You look up to see a girl with long black hair, stylish glasses, and a bittersweet smile staring down at you. "Helloooooooo." She says. Something in your mind tells you that she means it to be mischievously.

"Hey, sister." You say with a glance at Tavros. He's sort of just cowering in his seat, looking uncomfortable in the girl's presence.

"I'm Vriska." The girl says to you with a malicious grin at the scared Tavros. "And you are?"

"Gamzee."

She wrinkles her nose. "What a weird name."

All you do is shrug, unaffected by her comment. "I guess you might think so, sister."

At that she gives you a harsh little laugh. "You're stoned out of your dumb little mind, aren't you?"

"Generally, yeah."

"hm. Well, it was nice talking to you... Gamzee." Vriska waves at Tavros; he looks down at his hands. "Bye-bye, Tav."

Then she's gone, walking back to a group of others.

"Who's that crazy broad?" You ask Tavros.

"V-Vriska Serket. She's, uh, she's the coolest girl in the school."

You spare a glance at Vriska, who's chatting with a very classy-looking girl in green. "Doesn't look too cool to me."

The other boy shrugs. "As long as she thinks she is, then so will everyone else.""

You decide that you don't want to talk about Vriska anymore. She seems too big for her metaphorical britches. "So you wanna all up and hang out after school or something?"

A blush spreads across Tavros' tan cheeks. "W-Wow, sure." Then he looks a little forlorn. "But you, uh, probably shouldn't hang around me. People won't think you're cool, or something."

Aw MaN. pOoR lItTlE gUy ObViOuSlY dOeSn'T kNoW mE tOo WeLl. "Brother, none of that 'cool' stuff matters to a dude like me. Friendship is a motherfucking miracle. No popularity or whatever is gonna change that."

That adorable blush was back on the other boy's cheeks. He scratches the back of his head, it looks like a nervous habit. "You uh, consider us friends?"

"Yeah, sure, brother. You're all pretty cool to talk to."

Tavros grins happily. "In that case, do you wanna come over to my house after school?"

The bell rings right as you're nodding your head in confirmation.

Tavros gives a little wave at you as he stands to leave. "Meet me in front of the school when it's time to go home."

You sit in a content daze for a moment after he's gone. The Latino- or maybe half-Latino- boy was cute as a motherfucker, and he made your heart race in a weird way. Finally, you gather your things and move on to your next class, which is History 11 with Coach Dirk Strider.

On your way through the hallways, you rummage through your hoodie pocket and then pop back the couple of Lortab you pull out. They were the only way you could make it from day to day. It's not like your pops was ever home to check up on you. You couldn't blame him, though; it's not like it's his fault that he's always away on business.

You make it to Coach Strider's room on time and walk in to see a tall, muscular guy wearing tight-ish black pants, a white golf shirt, and a black baseball cap. You let him know that you're a new student- he only nods in an oddly cool way- then you take a seat next to a mean-looking kid with nappy black hair and dark circles under his eyes. You're about to say something to him, but the bell rings and Coach Strider starts passing out worksheets.

"Use your book to find the answers, turn them in to the basket up front when you're done." He slams a history book on your desk along with the assignment.

You open the book to a random chapter, eyes scanning through the thousands of words. The words get lost in the rapidly re-accumulating fog of your mind and you end up zoning out.

Suddenly you're being prodded sharply in the side. You pull yourself out of your trance and look over to see the grumpy kid glaring at you. "Hey, idiot." He whispers. "Coach Strider will be pissed the fuck off if he sees you not working."

ThIs LiTtLe DuDe Is A mOtHeRfUcKiNg FiReBaLl.

"I'm Gamzee." You drone in your relaxed tone, completely disregarding the kid's warning. "What's your name?"

The kid looks taken aback, but then he furrows his brow and frowns. "Karkat. Are you fucking retarded or something?"

You laugh quietly; somehow you still have enough sense left to remember not to be loud. "Nah, brother."

"Oh, you're high." Karkat says this as if it's the most normal thing he's ever seen.

You nod. "Yeah, feels like a motherfucking miracle.

Coach Strider clears his throat to announce that you need to promptly shut the fuck up. You go back to staring at your book's multitude of letters.

A note lands in front of you, so you unfold it and read what it says.

"ARE YOU NEW HERE?"

You scribble a reply with a pen you pull out of your hoodie pocket, "YeAh BrOtHeR" then you flick the note back at Karkat.

The two of you pass notes like that back and forth for the rest of the class period, your work going undone. Before you know it, class is over and the two of your are agreeing to meet up for lunch later in the day.

You head to your next class, smiling contentedly.

TwO nEw FrIeNdS iN oNe DaY. nOt BaD aT mOtHeRfUcKiNg AlL.

Kay, so this is the first chapter in a Highschoolstuck GamTav AU I'm doing.

When it's Gamzee's quirk, that's him thinking. Just in case you didn't figure that out.

Anyway, reviews anyone?