"Meulin, hey Meulin!" A tall boy shouted, running down the school all with little appreciation for the other kids who so kindly stepped out of his way. He just barreled his way down to a shorter girl's locker. Well, not exactly shorter. She was about average height, the boy just loomed over her. Many of their other classmates too, if not all of them. He leaned casually against the locker next to hers, the open door almost blocking his view.
"May I help you Gamzee?" Meulin asked with a bright smile, shutting her locker after retrieving her books. Her voice came out in a slight, high pitched squeak. That was just the way she spoke, although listening to her speak for too long often grated on some of the more easily agitated students nerves.
"Motherfucking yeah you can!" The tall teen said, straightening himself to his full height. The top of Meulin's head came to about his shoulders, although the wild curls in her hair added to this. "We're still slammin' up some miraculous Faygo after school right? I bought a motherfucking fuck ton of the shit and I'm ready to motherfucking party!"
Meulin let out a soft giggle, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she did so. She gave him a sheepish, apologetic look before shaking her head. Gamzee's own grin dropped, but instead he gave her a curious stare.
"Sorry Gamzee but I've got to help my little sister home from school today. Mom told me this morning she wouldn't be home until late." She bowed her head once, letting her wild mane fall forward over her face before pushing it back with her free hand. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"Hell yeah I'll save you some!" Gamzee replied, perking himself up. "I promise not to drink all the mother fuckers this time!"
"Maybe I'll bring some movies or something." She laughed lightly as she spoke, giving him a wave as she walked.
"It's a date then!" Gamzee beamed. Then started rambling. "A uh, best friend date, you know what I mother fucking mean and shit. A hang out date mother fucker."
"I know what you mean." She called from down the hall. "Same as always Gamzee, see you later!"
Just how many chances did he need to say something, for fuck's sake?
Gamzee ran a hand through his own dark mop of unruly hair. Sure, he loved that sugary drink and drank it like his life depended on it, but it was always so much sweeter with her around. The bubbly feeling it left always lasted longer. His addiction was always made stronger whenever she was around.
Who was he kidding?
He was addicted to her.
He was addicted to everything about her, and all he did was keep her at arms length. He never made his move. He never tried to show her how much he just needed her there with him, to quell the waves of nausea that occasionally washed over him when she wasn't there.
Gamzee's walk home was spent with these thoughts in his head. His head bowed slightly in deep thought with his hands in his pockets, all the way up to the front door of his house. Unlocked, as usual, neither his father nor he himself ever actually locked it. Maybe it was a habit they should get into, maybe sooner rather than later? He tossed his wallet on the table beside the car keys.
Oh, so his father was home then.
Didn't matter, he was probably downstairs eating his sopor pies again. So help that mother fucker if he ate the last of them again.
The kitchen was starch and bare, no one used it much actually. Microwave meals were a standard in the Makara household. Except when it was decided more pies were needed, then it became a family affair. The kitchen became a magical pace of family bonding.
Today it was just empty.
He took a bottle of Faygo out of the bottom drawer of the fridge, grabbing the first color his fingers closed around. He didn't even care what he took, he just wanted one and he wanted it now. He grabbed two more, craddling the two in one arm and chugging the first, and shut the fridge door with his foot. Once in his room he dropped the first of the three bottles into the pile of other empty Faygo bottles. He was rather proud of the small mountain that was forming in the corner of his room, it was something of an accomplishment. Something Meulin commented on with fascination every time they hung out up here.
Something that happened often enough where he left her designated bean bag chair in it's singular spot untouched.
He chugged half of the next bottle, determined to not spend another night brooding. No one said he couldn't party hard without his best-friend-slash-frustratingly-unrequited-crush. Popping in a good movie or something would take his mind off that shit for sure. He could get all sorts of mother fucking comfy on his bed, cocoon himself in the blankets and just veg out.
A knock at the door put that idea to rest.
"Gamzee can you get that?" His father shouted up from the basement. With a grumble and a groan, Gamzee crawled off his bed. He'd have to attempt to become one with his blankets later on in the day, when their company left.
The knocking at the door persisted.
"I'm mother fucking coming, don't lose your pants bro!" Gamzee called as he trotted down the stairs to the front door. He was about to berate the person on the other side of the door until he saw who it was.
"I can assure you my pants are firmly in place Gamzee."
"Kurloz!" Gamzee's face broke into a wide grin. "What the mother fuck are you doing here? I thought the semester didn't let out for another month?"
"It's called spring break, little brother. Mine just happens to fall later in the year than most other schools." Kurloz said with a light smile. "Am I allowed inside, or are you going to stand in the door way barring my entrance for the entire conversation?"
"Oh right, sorry bro." Gamzee stepped aside to let the other Makara in. The grin on his face only widened as the elder brother did so.
"Hey, you want some Faygo?"
"Was that even a question?"
A/N:Um. Hello, I'm not good at this but I felt I should introduce myself. This is my first time writing homestuck fanfiction, and I hope you don't mind human!stuck. Please enjoy my fic. ^^