CHAPTER TWO: A NEW START

The door was thrown open before his third nock and he was promptly crushed into a bear hug. "Gamzee... can't…. BREATH!" "'Sup Karbro! I missed you like you wouldn't believe!" When Gamzee noticed Kakat's lack of responses he looked down to see his face slowly turning purple. "OH SHIT!" With that he quickly released Karkat. As Karkat lay on the ground panting Gamzee began to apologize.

"I am soooo sorry Karbro! I guess I just got to excited to see you and all so I just went and got my hug on bro. You ok?" With his lungs now filling with sweet air Karkat finally got a good look at his old friend. His hair had grown out more and was even wilder than he remembered. He still had on his clown make-up and his baggy sweat pants. He was bare chested.

"Hey Karbro, you ok man? You're kind of crying." Karkat raised a hand to his face and felt the warm wetness that still lingered from before on his fingertips. With a shaky breath, Karkat started his sad story. " G-gamzee, about why I came here... you see, I-i can't go back to my apartment anymore." Gamzee cocked his head to the side, his normal dopey smile replaced with a small frown. "Why can't you go back bro? Did something happen with John?"

Almost immediately Gamzee wished he hadn't opened his mouth. Because as soon as he had mentioned John's name Karkat lost all integrity and had broken down sobbing. With out thinking, not that he did a lot of that anyways, Gamzee pulled Karakt into another hug, this one was softer than his first one because Gamzee figured his bro just needed a normal hug right now. His face now buried in Gamzee's chest, Karkat told him everything. From buying the ring to slapping John in the face. No detail was left out.

With his pain stripped bare, Karkat waited for Gamzee to tell him to get the hell out, that he did not have the time to deal with Karkat's issues. "Well Karbro, looks like we need to go and get your stuff tomorrow so you can move in!" He knew it, he just knew it! Gamzee couldn't put up with him either- wait what!?

Karkat stared at Gamzee with his mouth slightly open. ~ Did he just say what I think he said? ~ "Uhhh… Karbro? You there man? Please stop looking at me like that, you're kind of freaking me out." Karkat shook his head quickly and said, "Yeah I'm here, sorry for breaking down on you like that. So I can move in?" Gamzee's look caught him off guard. His eyes narrowed and his mouth had turned into an even harder frown. "Of course you can bro! What kind of motherfucker lets his friend live in the streets after his boyfriend cheats on him? Come on man let me show you the guest room!"

As Gamzee grabbed his arm and practically dragged him through the house it became apparent to Karkat that Gamzee had been doing some last minute cleaning. There was still the odd pizza box or Faygo bottle lying around. There were also some other things that Karkat knew Gamzee only had because they helped to keep him calm.

Gamzee had problems, but not the kind that made him homicidal or anything like that. Gamzee just had problems with his anger, and he usually solved those problems with copious amounts of weed. It took a lot to make Gamzee angry, but when he was, who ever had upset him was in for the beating of a lifetime. The hallway they went down had several doors that branched off of it. The third one on the left was the closet; second one on the right was the bathroom. And Gamzee's room was the first door on the left

. At the very end of the hallway was a single door, which Karkat assumed was the guest room. "Well Karbro, it's not that high end, but its home." Gamzee said with his dopy smile returned to his face. He grasped the doorknob to the last door and twisted while pushing forward. The sight was not what Karkat had been expecting. He thought at the most he would have a bed and a dresser. This room had a twin bed and a matching dresser. A flat screen T.V. rested on top of said dresser, and was that a CD and video tape player? Oh sweet baby Jesus his friend remembered that almost all of his romcoms where mostly videotapes, but he had a few of them on disc. Namely ones of Adam Sandler but that's be sides the point!

Karkat felt Gamzee's hand on his shoulder and turned his head to look at him. "What? Did you think I would give my best motherfucking bro some ratty old room? Na man! I knew you liked your space so before you came I moved the old movie player in here. The TV's never been used so it was easy putting it up. And the bed is only slightly used, I may have napped in it once or twice but it's in great shape. It did take more time than expected to pick up the mess in the living room though. I don't get a whole lot of visitors, but it was no problem. So motherfucker what do you think? Is this a great place for a new start on life or what?"

Karkat couldn't speak. Gamzee had done all this just for him? ~ I didn't know Gamzee would be so, so understanding. I guess I was wrong. ~ When he could finally speak Karkat had a small smile on his face, "Its perfect Gamz. Thanks for everything…best friend." Gamzee's face split into the biggest grin Karkat had ever seen on his juggalo friend. Karkat gave him another small smile of his own. "Ok man I leave you to get use to your new motherfucking room!" With that Gamzee turned around an left Karkat alone. Gazing around the room again he couldn't help but think, ~Maybe he's right. This is a great place for a new start. ~

END CHAPTER TWO