The sun was out and shining today, but it was surprisingly pleasant. It wasn't too hot, wasn't too cold. It was a pretty perfect day for a walk, or, in Tavros's case, a wheel. He was wheeling his way slowly down the side walk, watching the trees cast dappled shadows on the concrete. He wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. Honestly, he didn't even know where he was going. Gamzee was too busy to hang out today and he was getting bored just sitting home alone. Not wanting to bother anyone else, he decided a roll around the neighborhood wouldn't hurt. Everyone was probably too busy to hang out with him anyways.

What about that human girl _? Tavros had seen her with the other humans a few times, and even spoke to her once. She seemed nice. And she was pretty. Nah, she probably didn't even remember him. Tavros couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at that thought. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't remember him. Why would she? It wasn't like he'd done anything to make himself memorable.

Last time he saw her she was with Dave and John. They'd invited Gamzee over and he literally dragged Tavros along. He really wasn't that excited to go because he didn't want to be a burden to anyone because of his wheelchair. But he was forced to go anyways, and he almost talked to her. However, she looked too involved with the others so he chickened out. He really needed to work on his self confidence.

CRASH!

Tavros and the stranger he just collided with toppled over in the side walk. The force of the impact actually knocked him out of his wheelchair.

"I, uh, I'm sorry! I wasn't l-looking where I was going. Are you okay?" Tavros stammered out an apology as he turned himself over. That's when the sudden realization struck him like a glass of cold water to the face. Oh dear. He didn't just run over anyone, he ran over _!

"I'm fine, are you alright? My apologies. Gosh, I'm such a cluts! I should've seen you coming around that corner." You picked yourself up and dusted off the gravel clinging to your clothes. Good going! You knocked the poor guy out of his wheelchair. Aren't you the living definition of grace.

"N-no, it was my fault. Uh, I should've been paying attention." Tavros continued chiding himself for his stupidity as he began righting his turned over wheelchair and pulling himself back into it, embarrassed at how helpless he appeared.

"You sure you're okay, Tavros isn't it?" Feeling embarrassed at your act of clumsiness, you tried repenting for your failure of observation by helping him into his wheelchair. A hint of brown spread across his face. You remembered him.

"Yeah I'm, uh, fine. Here let me, um, help you." Tavros leaned over the arm of his chair and began retrieving the armload of books you scattered in your head on collision. You'd completely forgotten about the ton of thick books you were previously carrying. Actually, it was technically the books' fault you ran into Tavros, it's not like you could see around them or anything. The two of you made quick work of the scattered volumes of literature, both of you reaching for the last book at the exact same time resulting in your hands resting against one another. Tavros quickly moved to take his hands away, and you quickly grasped it again. The brown already dusting his cheeks bloomed a shade deeper. What was this human girl doing?

"You've got a cut on your hand," you said, watching as a small drop of his brown blood trailed down his hand. Using extreme gentleness you brushed your thumb over it to wipe it away. Tavros watched you in transfixed fascination. He liked the feel of your soft hands against his.

"Uh, it'll be fine," he nearly whispered. You raised your gaze from his hands to his face to find him watching you. Now it was your turn to blush. Wiping your hands on your jeans, more of a nervous reaction than anything else, you stood again.

"So where are you headed Tav?" you asked.

"Oh, uh, nowhere exactly. I was just, uh, bored and stuff," he replied looking at the stack of your books he had sitting in his lap. How embarrassing. Sure, she may have remembered him, but now she'll remember him as the troll that pushed her over. Real smooth. He was about to pick up the books and hand them back to you so he could wheel his way home to criticize himself on how he was making all of the wrong impressions on his flush crush when you offered a better idea.

"Well, if you've got nothing to do, why don't you come over to my place. I don't have anything planned for the rest of the day and I wouldn't mind the company," you offered. Tavros seemed a little startled at your request.

"W-what?" he stammered. Did you say something wrong?

"You're bored, and I'm bored. I thought maybe we could just hang out or watch a movie or something." He just stared at you for a moment. You were beginning to feel stupid for even asking. In reality he was surprised. You wanted to hang out with him. Just him. Wow, this day was going better than planned.

"Um, y-yeah. I'd like to come over, uh, if that's okay with you." He reached out for the few books you were holding. He might as well make himself useful by carrying your books. After thanking him you decided to make yourself useful by pushing his wheel chair in the direction of your house, not because you felt sorry for him being in a wheelchair or anything. It's just he didn't know where your house was, and it was an uphill travel. And he was already being kind enough to carry your books. Now that you think about it he's always been pretty shy, but kind at the same time. It was cute.

Tavros was actually kind of thankful that you were pushing his chair, even if he didn't particularly like looking helpless. At least you couldn't see the brown blush spreading across his face. He was absolutely certain of it now. He definitely had red feelings for you, if only he knew how to show them.