Gamzee Makara was in love.
That much he was sure of. As for the target of his affections, they remained oblivious to such a thought. They didn't take notice of how he'd stare at them affectionately or make sweet or flirty comments. They didn't see him attempt to hold their hand when they walked side by side or the gentle kiss he'd land on the back of their hand. They'd get flustered when he'd get touchy or do a friendly peck on the cheek.
But they never took it so serious as to be a crush.
And it was the only thing that can even manage to frustrate the normally laid-back teenager. He'd pout slightly when they slip away from his touch or anything related to that. But he loved everything about them none the less. Their cute sense of style; the hints of brown or orange in their clothing. The wry, hopeful smile they'd give. Their sweet, brown, doe eyes that made him melt when they landed on him or how they'd light up when they'd speak of something they were passionate about. The fluffy mohawk that he adored and ran his fingers through occasionally.
Oh, and there they were now.
"Hey Gamzee."
Gamzee gave his usual smile, waving at them as he crossed over to envelope them in a tight hug. He inhaled lightly to the scent of chocolate that seemed to always accompany them. It was nice and made his heart swell with that much more endearment.
"You look uh, really happy to see me."
"Ain't a motherfucker always getting his cheer on whenever he be seeing you?"
"Heh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense with you. You're a really happy person."
"Honk."
They smiled at the one word reply. He always did like to say that whenever he didn't have much to say or didn't see a reason in speaking. He allowed his actions to speak for him at that time. But with Gamzee, no one ever quite caught onto or understood his actions or real reasons.
"So, do you want to go over to your house now?"
"Sure thing Tavbro." Gamzee remarked, finally releasing him from the embrace.
Tavros merely chuckled and walked off, the other trailing behind only by a bit. While he was behind, he admired him once more with a quiet lovelorn sigh.
Oh, he was in love. That was for sure. But when Tavros himself would hear of it or figure it out, that will be for another time.
A/N: Tis a short drabble but I promised myself I'd update every day.