The two Makara brothers spent the day on the couch, slamming down bottles of Faygo one after the other and catching up on the last few years while the elder was away in boarding school. The old man had sent him away after one too many arguments. Kurloz wasn't even allowed home on the holidays, and man did Gamzee miss that mother fucker a lot.

"So what have you been up to, brother?" The elder Makara asked, putting down his fifth bottle of Faygo. Another purple one, as he had a rather intense love for the color, even if he didn't like the flavor. Grape was kind too musky for his liking.

"School and shit and the like." Gamzee responded with a shrug and a casual grin. He kicked back in the couch and stretched his full length. He was still maybe an inch or two shorter than Kurloz. Hell, Kurloz was almost level with their father for that matter. The tall gene just ran strong and proud in the Makara family.

"So how does it feel to be a free man?"

"Mother fucking wonderful." Kurloz threw back a grin at his younger brother, then propped his boots up on the coffee table. "No stuck up roommates, I had the worlds worst too. He would not shut up, I swear he could go on for hours about the stupidest fucking shit too." Kurloz groaned at the memory, cupping his face with one hand, then running it through his unruly mop of messy black hair. He let out a light sigh, exhaling the memory and then smiled.

"Hey, enough about me you little shit, I haven't hear you say a word about yourself."

"Eh?" Gamzee scratched the back of his head, a goofy grin broke across his face. "Not much this mother fucker can tell, brother. I go to school and keep my mother fucking head down."

"Of course there's something to tell." Kurloz let out a chuckle. "How are your classes, your classmates, your friends? How's it been without me at home, how's the old man? I'm dying to know, I've got years to catch up on Gam."

"Well, this mother fucker's got a few friends. School's been pretty mother fucking boring as always, and most of my classmates are unmentionable for the most part."

"So tell me about a few of your friends then." Kurloz prodded his finger into Gamzee's cheek, his grin dropping slightly. The avoidance of the subject irked him.

Gamzee sighed in defeat. "Well there's Karkat, that mother fucker's always got my back. He's like my best bro in the whole school. Although he's got a mother fucking short temper, like you wouldn't believe how short that mother fucker's fuse is. Funny little guy, though. And then there's Equius, I can't figure him out..."

Kurloz listened while Gamzee rambled on about his classmates, adding to some of his descriptions with elaborate hand motions and grand gestures. His face slowly becoming more animated as he went on, and his speech becoming more rushed. It felt so good to talk to his older brother, he just started rambling.

"Oh, and there's this girl-" immediately Gamzee silenced, his face turning slight shades of red tinted embarrassment.

"A girl?" Kurloz suddenly looked much more interested than he had in the past several minutes. "You managed to snag yourself a girlfriend?" A general look of surprise and amusement crossed his face.

"No." Was Gamzee's flat response. He offered up no other information, and thankfully, Kurloz didn't prod the situation further. The conversation dwindled into shallow chatter after that.


The next day, as Gamzee got ready for school, the house was oddly quiet. Neither Kurloz or the Old Man were around, and he could only assume they had traveled off somewhere to make up for the neglected relationship they shared. He didn't put much thought into it anyway, he was used to getting himself ready in the mornings without any help. It was nicer that way, made him feel independent. Almost as if he were off living by himself already.

Then his phone went off in his pocket.

Gamzee hardly had time to put the phone up to his ear after accepting the call before Karkat started screaming in his ear.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?"

"And a mother fucking warm hello to you too bro."

"NONE OF THAT NOW."

"Well Karkat, I can't exactly see what you're mother fucking seeing." There was a pregnant pause while Gamzee gave the phone a chance to come up with an answer.

"LOOK AT A WATCH DUMBASS!" Was the eventual reply.

Well shit, looks like he overslept. Some responsible independent mother fucker he was. He snagged the a pair of pop tarts out of the toaster, burning his fingertips and ignoring the painful tingle it left, and ran out the door to make it to school. There was absolutely no way he was going to make home room at this rate, and then his heart fell a little. He was going to miss saying hello to Meulin this morning.

And between his bag and the pop tarts, he didn't even have a free hand to text it to her instead.

Damn.

Today was going to be a mother fucking splendid day, he could just tell already. And it wasn't even lunch time yet.

Well, maybe if he was lucky he'd make it just after the bell rang for first period, and he could procrastinate signing in long enough to skip his first class entirely. That would make up for it, a little at least.

Maybe this day didn't have to be so bad.


A/N

Hello to any of you who may be reading this. I got two reviews on my last chapter, Squee! Actually, that motivated me enough to actually finish this one. I've got a plan for this guys, I promise. I just need lots of encouragement to keep going, otherwise I'm going to lose faith/give up. In any case, thank's for reading the second chapter!