Hello everyone! So, I was bored and searched for GamTav fluff on fanfiction, but didn't find any. So I figured why not, I'll just write some myself! And this is the result.

Because it was against the rules of fanfiction I had to take down the original and re-write it in first person view. It might sound a little strange now, but I tried my best to make it atleast readable. Also, I got rid of all of the stupid typos and had maybe a bit too much fun with changing the POV.

I am Tavros Nitram. Right now I am shuffling through the channels on my TV with my friend and roommate's head on my lap. He sort of seems to be asleep, though I don't really mind. He's a bit odd and this sort of stuff is usual for him. I've seen him do this with many of his other friends too.

There isn't anything on the TV though, so I decide to just watch some cartoons. It's a bit irritating, but I don't really have anything against cartoons. They're really funny sometimes.

Gamzee moves a bit and I look down. He has his eyes open and he's just staring at me, smiling a lazy smile. I brush a loose strand of black hair off of his face and smile too.

"Would you, uh, mind getting some drinks from the fridge?" I ask shyly. I would go myself if it weren't for the paralyzed state of my legs. I could barely feel the tops of my thighs.

"Sure thing bro", he says smiling and gets up. I turn my gaze back to the TV, where Spongebob is just starting. I hear Gamzee open the fridge and take out some drinks, probably Faygo though I hope not. Then I hear the fridge close and he's coming back.

I look away from the TV and accept the glass of not Faygo, but orange juice.

"Thanks", I say smiling and a lazy grin creeps up on his face.

"So, what we watching?" he asks sitting down next to me and sipping his own drink, which I assume is actually Faygo. For some reason Gamzee seems to love that stuff. Way too much if you ask me.

"Cartoons. But we can watch something else, if you want to", I say putting the remote down.

"Cartoons are fine by me", he says and the two of us watch the TV for a while. I glance at the clock at some point to find it's almost 8 o'clock.

"Oh! I have to get my homework done!" I exclaim and a bit clumsily get into my wheelchair. Gamzee looks at me a bit puzzled. "It's Sunday. I've got school tomorrow."

"Oh, right, almost forgot", Gamzee says, smiling once more. He had already got through school (how he had done that is beyond me) and worked currently at a coffee shop. I visited him regularly so he wouldn't be too lonely. Somehow I doubt he could even be lonely with all the miracles to keep him company.

I quickly wheel into our shared room and dig out my homework and pencil from my bag. I concentrate on my work and don't notice Gamzee, who walks in and lays on his bed.

After almost an hour of hard work I stuff my answers back into my bag and almost fall off my wheelchair after noticing Gamzee, who's just staring at me.

"Sorry dude, didn't mean to all up and scare you like that", he says, sitting up on the edge of his bed. I just shake my head quickly.

"N-no, it's okay. I'm fine", I mutter collecting myself. After a few seconds I smile at him.

"I'll just, uh, grab something to eat", I say and look at Gamzee. "Are you going to eat at all?"

"Sure thing", Gamzee answers and gets up. Before I know it he's pushing me to the kitchen.

"I, uh, could have gone there myself. You didn't have to push me", I mumble and feel my face growing red.

"Nah, it's cool. Helping a bro out", Gamzee says refusing to let go. In the kitchen he makes me some food and gets something for himself. You think I should have gotten used to this. We had been roommates for almost a year and friends for almost two. He'd always been pushing me around, but I still got uncomfortable with it at times.

The food was eaten in silence and at nine thirty I go back to my room, leaving him to watch his weird shows. I open my laptop and check who's online. No one I really wanted to talk to at the moment.

Oh, someone's pestering me.

terminallyCapricious [TC] began pestering adiosToreador [AD]

TC: hEy MoThErFuCkInG bEsT bRo :o)

AT: uHH, YOU KNOW i'M IN THE NEXT ROOM, rIGHT?

TC: sUrE dO mOthErFuCkEr

TC: aNd It'S lOnElY aS fUcK hErE

TC: mAyBe YoU sHoUlD cOmE hErE iF yOu AiN't ToO bUsY ;o)

AT: uHH, sURE,

AT: i'LL COME, iF YOU WANT ME TO

TC: sOuNdS gReAt

terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased pestering adiosToreador [AD]

I sigh and close my laptop before heading back to the living room. I see Gamzee sitting on the sofa, watching something on the TV. I wheel up to the sofa and push myself on it, sitting next to him.

He doesn't say anything, just smiles and I glance at the show. It seems very boring, but I don't want to say anything, so I just keep watching it.

At some point I notice Gamzee has moved closer to me. Just a bit. He also has his arm on the back of the couch, behind me. I feel sort of sleepy and decide to close my eyes for a while. I unconsciously lean against Gamzee and fall asleep on the sofa next to him.