~*~ Oh my god, my first fanfiction, and it's a roleplay, that I really like, so, each P.O.V. is separated by those horizontal lines, so, try not to get confused.. I wish you luck, and, um, I'm not sure what to say. Please, enjoy reading. ~*~
== Be the new kid.
Gamzee Makara stepped in his new school for the first time. It wasn't any different than his last, but it was still pretty motherfuckin' cool. He looked around the area, typical 'School-Spirit' things decorated the walls, just as any other school. Gamzee was a extremely tall, lanky boy, with dark messy hair, and green eyes. But what grabbed his peers attention, was his clown make-up. It made a few people stop and stare at him, wondering what kind of person would do that. Obviously him. Gamzee didn't care though, he just popped on his headphones, listening to what ever crap was playing on his iPod. Rap music, which he automatically started humming to, a smug smile on his face. But, someone rushed past him, making him lose his balance.
"MOVE OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY, DUMBASS." Yelled a short, angry looking student that attempted to brush past the other, but failed and stopped, looking up at the bother. Gamzee just grinned at him when he'd slowed down, messing up his hair with his palm.
"Sorry, did I all up and get in your motherfuckin' way?" He asked feigning worry, but nothing that wiped his stupid grin off.
"Yes you did. I could be fucking late to class because of shitfaces like you."
"Isn't there like... Ten minutes till class starts?"
"Well, aren't you smart. Yes there is. Good for you." He rolled his eyes, looking at the tall 'clown.' "Maybe I wanted to get there early? Maybe so I could make up for some work? You don't know! But here you are, stopping me from getting to class!" His arms were now crossed, and if he were an old cartoon character, steam would defiantly be blowing through his ears. But, nevertheless, he wasn't, and his left eye merely twitched. They chatted for a few minutes, getting to know eachother. It turned out the smaller student was named Karkat. He was a angry boy, who had been living here for years. And once class started, it was nice to know that Gamzee shared his first period class with his new bestfriend.
== Be the awkward boy in a wheelchair
Tavros Nitram rolled into the school, nerves coiling in his stomach.
The summer just wasn't long enough.
Not that he did anything in particular all summer, besides lock himself away in his room playing MMORPG's and drinking Yoo-Hoo's. Still, it was nice to be away from the scrutinizing eyes of his peers, if only for a few months.
A new school year brought new students to gawk at the only kid in the whole school scooting around on wheels. An accident had taken away the use of his legs, rendering him paralyzed from the thighs down, but that was a while back and he was getting used to the looks and even the rare off colour jokes that came with his condition now. He sighed, running a hand nervously through his dark, curled mohawk.
As he wheeled through the hallway toward his first period he noticed everyone's eyes weren't glued to him, for once. He maneuvered around the other students, trying to get a look at who they were staring at.
In front of him stood a tall, thin boy, smiling lazily as Karkat Vantas yelled up at him. Tavros immediately understood what everyone was so struck by when his hazel eyes worked up to the boys face.
'He looks like a clown..' Tavros thought to himself. Weird.
The first period bell went off somewhere in the distance and the crowded hallway started to dissipate. Tavros started towards his first class, noticing Karkat and the strange new boy were going in the same direction.
Tav entered the classroom, trying to work his way around the other students and make it to the back of the room. He chose a desk in the corner and gripped it, pulling himself out of his chair and into the smaller seat. At least this way he wouldn't be in anyone's way, and hopefully he'd remained unnoticed.
Gamzee got a seat near the back, despite having shitty vision, he didn't like being in the front. More pressure, less miracles. He sat by his new friend, Karkat, and another girl whom had just been cackling, she'd not been introduced to the clown yet, but she seemed to be following Karkat. He laid back in his seat, his lazy grin on his face.
"Gamzee Makara?" Called the teacher, a nice looking woman, a round, smiling face.
"Yeh?" He inquired, snapping into reality he'd lost for a moment. "Oh, I'm motherfucking here, sorry."
"Mr. Makara, could you please refrain from swearing in my class room?"
"Oh, sure, I can do that. Or, try, I slip a lot." He straightened his back a bit, giving more of a serious expression to his teacher, but no one could take him seriously with his make up. Karkat especially, who presented Gamzee with a firm hit on the arm for such an idiotic face. Which earned giggles from a few nearby girls, and a particular cackle from the one next to him. The rest of that class went rather nicely, but Karkat had pointed out several girls that had spent the period discussing the clown.(And laughing at the angry teenagers actions) Gamzee explained how he's used to it that he'd, been wearing it for years, so it was only natural that many people looked at him like that for it.
The next period was dull and boring. It was math, or something along those lines, Gamzee wasn't paying too much attention, not at the start, not at the end. Though he took note on how the teacher was a gruff looking male, but of a short height. "Gamze- Dear lord, whadd'ya do that to your face for?"
"Um, just what I feel, like... Comfortable and shit in..." Gamzee replied to the teacher. "Motherfucking miraculous, even~" His voice trailed, a lazy smirk. This once didn't seem to mind swearing as much. That class actually turned out to be okay... Dull, but okay.
Two more periods past, and then lunch. 3rd and 4th period he shared with Karkat, but also with Karkats' girlfriend, who had now been introduced as Terezi, and no further than that. A look from two passer byers, one whom chuckled sweetly, and another who kept a blank look, but smirked and spoke again to her friend. Gamzee didn't mind though. He just waved at the students who wouldn't stop staring, as if he believed they didn't do it because his make up was odd. There was a boy in a wheel chair he seemed to share his classes with except 3rd. He had turned around, giving him a small wave, and a smile. Motherfuckers like that usually were kind of bullied, so.. A smile can help anyones day. When lunch finally approached, and that was fucking awesome.
It had been a somewhat eventful first day, but Tavros wouldn't really write it off as bad. Thanks to the new kid (his name was Gamzee, right? That's kind of unusual, but there were some weirder things about him than that.) he had spent the school day out of the spotlight. The other boys sailor mouth and face paint was enough to distract everyone from the boy in the wheelchair.
For the first two periods, at least.
The first thing Tavros noticed as he entered his third period class was that Gamzee was nowhere to be found. Oh well, maybe it would go smoothly regardless. Tav wheeled his way to the back of the class, sitting in the last available empty seat. He wondered why no one had claimed it yet, until he turned and saw the girl beside him.
Vriska Serket. Joy.
"Well well well, long time no see Hot Wheels. And how did your summer go? Wait, let me guess. You joined a demolition derby and were surprised to find that it made an improvement on that rust heap you roll around in. Am I right?"
Tavros rolled his eyes. Vriska had been making fun of him since Middle School. He had gotten pretty used to her crass jokes by now, but that didn't make him any less afraid of her. She was...what's a nice way to say batshit insane? Unstable? Yeah, she was unstable.
"It's nice to see you too Vriska." He mumbled and felt his face flush slightly at the wide smile she gave him.
Once upon a time, long before he'd actually come in contact with the incomparable Ms. Serket , he used to admire her from afar. She was really pretty. Long dark hair, icy blue eyes and full, pouted lips that remained plump, even when she smiled. That sh quickly when Tavros actually got the courage to talk to her though. Sank like the Titanic. Except there weren't any brave musicians playing softly into the freezing water. There was only Vriska's cold eyes and teasing smirk. All it took was a joke about how far below the belt Tavros's paralysis went and the boy had immediately given up on her.
He managed to make it through that period relatively unscratched but was relieved to find Gamzee back in his fourth period. Tavros could sink into his corner and stop existing again. When the new boy turned to smile and wave at him, it caught Tav completely off guard and he simply stared, dumbfounded and not really sure how to react.
The lunch bell finally rang out, and Tavros let a weak smile work it's way onto his lips. He hopped out of the desk and into his chair, rolling out into the hallway and making for the lunchroom and a break from being surrounded by people. He had almost reached the door when his wheels stopped turning, something hindering him from behind. When the veil of black hair fell around his face from above, Tavros inwardly groaned.
"Hi there, Wheels." Vriska cooed from above him. She held the handles on his chair tightly, refusing to let the boy go any further. How was she this strong anyway?
"Got something to show you. They've added a second stairway to get to the first floor of the building." She talked as she pushed Tav along the halls and further from the lunchroom. Some of the students passing them chuckled, they thought it was hilarious the way Vriska teased him. Tavros knew better. She was psychopathic.
When they arrived at the new stairwell, Vriska pushed Tav's chair right up to the edge of the first step, leaning back over to put her lips next to his ear.
"Unfortunately, they haven't put your ramp in yet sweetheart. Don't worry though Tavros, I'll help you." Her tone was sickeningly sweet, as if she were really doing a charity for the poor boy. Tavros felt his heart beating against his ribs and his pulse sped up. She wasn't serious.
"You'd roll down the stairs like a ragdoll. Wouldn't that be hilarious? It's not like you could break anything else." She mused, leaning the wheelchair forward slightly. Tavros felt his breath hitch in his throat. Oh god.