This is my first go at this so please don't tear me a new asshole….. With that said I think this is the part where I also tell that I do not own Homestuck Andrew Hussie does. Also I must include the fact that Mizzy mouse's uncomfortable silence is a fucking huge influence! He or she are the whole reason im writing this. Oh shit I forgot to give a quick rundown. This is a romance/angst fiction using two of my favorite characters: Terezi and Sollux.
It seemed that his days just dragged on. No matter what he did to keep himself pacified he still couldn't shake his feelings. Boredom had consumed him and he knew that it was inevitable that he would have to leave sometime. It hurt to sit in his chair at his computer all day, his back was aching and his vision was going. He laid down on his bed and thought to himself.
"Gamzee you lucky bastard you. You didn't even try and Nepeta just fell into your arms."
He takes a slight glance over his shoulder to see that Terezi had been trolling him for the past 3 minutes.
"oh hey Terezi. I'm sorry, I wasn't even aware that you were trying to contact me."
"really Sollux? Another lame excuse? How could you not know? You sit at your computer all day no one has seen you IRL in forever!"
"actually for once I wasn't at my computer. I was thinking, WITHOUT having my computer do it for me for a change."
"really now? What was so serious that you would actually look away from your computer for even a millisecond?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"awww. Is it that personal that you don't want to tell me? Come on Sollux out with it!"
"I was thinking about how long it would take me to crack the security on the new operating system update. I was thinking that since I'm me and all it should take no time at all."
"bullshit."
"how? You know damn well I'm a good hacker!"
"no! I don't doubt that you could do it, but I do doubt highly that that's what was on your mind."
" you don't know if that's what I was thinking or not! How would you know anyway! Don't fucking tell me you can smell it!"
At this point he was becoming irritated with Terezi's persistence in knowing what he was really thinking. How could she really know what was going on in his head anyway? Was telepathy one of her perks to make up for her sight disability?
He pushed all of those thoughts out of his head and turned off his computer mid chat. He went back to his bed where he laid for hours without moving. His back was killing him and he found it hard to think of anything other than how lucky Gamzee was, and Terezi.
Terezi had been there for him when no one else had been. Whenever he thought of her he always thought of how good a person she was and how dear her friends were to her. He also found himself questioning, questioning how dear he was to her, how she thought about him or how he looked to her. Even though he knew that despite how blind she was she could still visualize people and many other things, he wanted to know what she thought of him, what he looked like in her mind, and honestly, he wanted to know her true feelings about him. The more he thought about her the more he found himself drifting. Drifting in thought until his last bit of consciousness drifted from his body.