The Bet of the Sweep

by irl-alfed

Gamzee has a flush-crush on Karkat but doesn't want to tell him. Terezi knows this and makes a bet with him that if he can't confess by the end of the week... there will be dire consequences. T for later chapters. I will try to update once or twice a week.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: There is no setting, just kinda all the characters on the meteor? Fuck your logic(or not logic), Homestuck. I'm gonna do a chapter for each day of the week, each day getting a little more romantic. Maybe an extra chapter? MOST I WILL GO IS T I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING SMUT OKAY? OKAY. Read on, my children.

Chapter One

A young troll sits in his room. He is "busy" having his sharp toenails be painted bright red by his moirail. She was blind, so of course she missed his toes by a mile and smeared the color all over his toes. He wondered about this decision for a moment. "Hey, sis, why the motherfuck did I ever let ya do this? You're motherfuckin' blind as fuck," he said. Terezi looked up from her challenging task and smiled a wide, toothy grin. "Because you love me," she said simply. Gamzee sighed. He looked at his feet and noticed the color. That motherfucking color. Shit.

He shifted a bit. "Uh, sis, why motherfucking candy red?" he asked. She narrowed her dull eyes and smiled a for once closed grin. She cocked her head to the side. "Well, Gamzee," she started. "Candy is the most delicious color, if i may say so myself…" she trailed off at the end there, as if leading on to something. "And, Gamz, please let me know if i'm wrong on this, buuut…" he pointy teeth returned to their natural state- showing. "You have a flush-crush on Mr. Nubs- McShouty."

Gamzee's eyes widened and his face flushed dark purple. "Haha, good one, sis…" he failed to make a convincing laugh. terezi giggled. "I KNEW IT!" she laughed. Gamzee sighed and laid his head back on the horn pile. "Fine, sis, you're motherfuckin' right," he admitted. "So," Terezi continued, "Are you going to confess to said mutant or no?" Gamzee thought for a moment. Maybe he should tell his friend…?

"Answer me, Gamz," terezi cooed after about five minutes of dead silence. "I don't motherfuckin' know, sis…" Gamzee trailed off. "Fine, I didn't think I'd have to do this, but I guess there's no choice," Terezi sighed. "If you don't tell him by the end of this week on Friday, I'm going to have to tell him for you. AND you'll have to let me paint your fingernails a different color every day," she grinned even wider than before. Gamzee furrowed his brows. Today was Saturday! He only had a few days?

"Fine, sis," he said firmly. "You got yourself a motherfuckin' deal."