~A.N. I needed a new fanfic, since Miraculous Feelings won't be updated for awhile. I hope you guys like this one, and I would have edited it more, but I wanted to post it on my birthday.. Ah.. Ha ha ha... Do enjoy. 3 ~

Tavros Nitram was a young man, sixteen years old. He was a Latino, born in America, who was one-fourth Caucasian. He wasn't.. Bad-looking at all, no, he was extremely cute. A dark-chocolate fauxhawk, peanut butter skin, and caramel eyes? The boy was like candy, and defiantly just as sweet. He had a soft spot for animals especially, and enjoyed volunteering at the local shelter in after school hours, and was part of a few sports, including cross-country, which he was defiantly good at, but he wasn't perfect, no, due to late hours on his favorite MMORPG 'Flarp', and many other procrastinating reasons, he had slipping grades. Mostly low-B's, medium C's, and one D. He also had a socializing problem, stuttered and became flustered easily.. Nevertheless, this young man was currently walking side by side with his friend Aradia Medigo. She was a happy-go-lucky girl who got Tavros into the game FLARP. Together, they were kicked out of the house, and told to go enjoy the sunshine. It actually was warm outside, and enjoyable. Sometimes it took some convincing to persuade Tavros to leave his room, but it was worth it. The two went to a near by park, and it was mostly quiet, not a lot of people other than a few children were really there.
"Hey, Tavros," She started, smiling.
"Uhm, yes?"
"It's so nice today." Aradia sighed happily, the light hum of an acoustic guitar from a man on the ground played, the sun beating on their shoulders, and.. She couldn't help but be in love with every last bit. "Don't you think so?"
"I s-suppose.." He murmured quietly, brushing his wavy mohawk back, forcing up an optimistic grin.
"Also.. When is your next meet? I REALLY want to go!"
"For cross country, uh, I think on Wednesday. A-Are you coming, or something?"
"Equius brags about how good you are in it, and I want to see!" Equius. A very muscular, and intelligent friend of theirs. He wasn't bad, but he was creepy, and way too over protective of his possible girlfriend, Nepeta. The two of them neared the man who sat on a picnic blanket by himself, strumming his guitar. His head was held down low, and Tavros glanced at him for a moment, seeing the male with his head lowered, concentrating on the strings. His raven hair knotted like a nest. The man peeked up, smirking, and him and the Taurus exchanged a small smile, before he began playing again. Tavros, feeling generous, pulled out the only bit of money he had, seventy-five cents, in quarters, and tossed it in his open guitar case, which had a few dollars in it from other passer-byers.
The male merely whispered a 'Thank you,' before Tavros continued walking on with Aradia, talking about miscellaneous things.
"He was cute," She commented, "Maybe if he took off that silly make-up." Winking a bit as they were out of earshot. Tavros merely shrugged for a reply, his t-shirt crinkling around the shoulders. How exactly does one reply to that? Together, the two of them began to cross a road, but.. Oh shit! A stupid charm bracelet Nepeta had given to him as a birthday gift flew off his wrist, into the middle of the road. Yea, a charm bracelet smothered with cats isn't the manliest thing, but it was a sweet gift. Anyways, he jogged slightly ahead of Aradia, a few extra steps ahead. He leaned over, putting his thumb and index finger on a particular orange cat-charm, lifting it up,
And suddenly
Red.

Gamzee Makara hummed slightly as he played his guitar, a relaxed expression. He was twenty-two, and kicked out of his house. His second house. And now, he had no where to go. His ultimate best friend couldn't take him in, no, Karkat Vantas didn't even know. And he wasn't going to. The raven-haired male could take care of himself. All he did all day, rain or sun, was play his guitar until he had enough money to buy lunch, usually just a sandwich from subway, and a dollar would go to an art kit he was saving up for. Needless to say, Gamzee was dangerously thin, and it didn't help he was tall and frail-boned. His face paint dripped slightly from the heat, but overall stayed perfect. He played and played, his fingers hurt from the calluses on his hands. "Mhhmm.." He sighed, wondering if Karkat missed him, or was worried. His phone had been dead a week, and he couldn't charge it, the clown couldn't remember his number to call him from a public phone, and he didn't want to go to his house. But still. He was lonely.. Gamzee felt eyes on him, and he decided to look up, a friendly smil song.
Suddenly,e, indigo-eyes meeting with a younger males auburn ones. Immediately after, he looked back at his guitar. There was his socializing for the day. He strummed at his instrument, playing a small catchy tune.
Screaming.
He stood up, throwing down the one important thing he had left, and sprinting to the road where the boy he had smiled at lay, blood covered the road, and his legs did NOT look bent right, a small bracelet lay crushed to pieces, painted metallic pieces spread variously around, still in the blood. The car had sped off, and Gamzees' vision was too shitty to get the plate number. Aradia, who had just finished screaming her head of, came up to the Capricorn, tugging on his shirt, and ripping her phone out of her back pocket of the cargo shorts she wore, shoving it in his hands. He instantly dialed 9-1-1.
After arguing for about four minutes with, 'There's a motherfucker with his fucking legs ran over here,' and 'Can't you get your asses here any motherfucking faster?' followed by quick apologies, why upset the people who were supposed to help? Once the call was ended, he handed her the phone back, leaving to comfort Tavros, he jumped and sat on the ground, pulling the smaller boys head to lay on his lap, he pulled up his sleeve over his hand, and wiped a bit of the crimson fluid that collected on his face. The Latino merely whimpered in his unconscious state, his eyes fluttered open for a second, but shut again as he panted, the taste of iron growing in his mouth. The taller man kept hushing him, until the ambulance finally came, and took the Taurus away. Gamzee ignored the small amount of blood on his pants, and went to check on the girl.
"Hey you okay?" He asked, putting an arm on her back. She didn't reply verbally, she just shook her head. She had just seen her friends legs crushed underneath a car. "Look, hey, if I can go grab my shit real fast, why don't I walk you home, or something." He shrugged, not sure if he was being creepy, or nice. Aradia still didn't retort. Her expression was frozen, in something relaxed, and scared. She looked up to Gamzee, and gave him a small nod. The day suddenly seemed a bit colder.