Chapter 4 A promise is a promise

…Be the alcoholic….

It had been a couple of days since you had talked to the Gamzee boy. You felt so guilty, and couldn't help thinking that maybe you should apologize, but you were scared that maybe he wouldn't talk to you, and why did he have a reason to?

You had been somewhat of a bitch, you knew that, you didn't mean to, you were just so confused and so…lost, and what's worse you drank again, you gave in, and you felt so weak and disappointed in yourself. Even now as you thought about everything you couldn't help but feel the need to have another drink. You were a mess, that's for sure. The 18 year old had said that he could help you, you wanted his help desperately, you really didn't want to drink anymore, alcohol was taking over your life, but would Gamzee still help you?

You lay in bed with the covers pulled tightly over your head. You secretly wished they would suffocate you and end all your misery. "Great, now I'm suicidal" you mumbled to yourself and groaned loudly before shoving the blankets off of you and sitting up. You had had enough, you needed to apologize to Gamzee and you needed to do it now. Even if he didn't except your apology, at least he would know that you were indeed sorry.

You took a shower, making sure to get all the traces of alcohol off of you, before going to your closet and throwing something on. You really didn't care how you looked; you had more important things to worry about. Two cabs and a bus later you had arrived at the young troll's house. You knocked on the door lightly, but when you didn't hear any footsteps you knocked a bit harder. You sighed softly and looked down at your feet, "I wonder if it's too late to turn back" you mumbled under your breath before jerking your head up at the sound of the door slowly creaking open.

Dull yellow eyes stared into your bright blue ones; you gave a nervous smile and cleared your throat. You had everything you wanted to say in your head, but you just couldn't seem to get it out. The door opened a bit more revealing the tired looking teenager. "Hello Gamzee" you spoke softly, "Roxy…it's 8 in the morning…what are you doing here motherfucker?" he stared at you boredly.

"O-Oh it is?" you tilted your head, you mentally punched yourself and made a reminder to fix your damn alarm clock. "You see uhh…I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by" you smiled up at the tall and lanky boy who crossed his arms in disbelief. You sighed softly and shook your head, "Alright fine, I felt really bad about…well you know…and I just wanted to apologize" you looked up at Gamzee who seemed to be studying you quietly.

"I didn't mean what I said, about you being younger than me…I mean…maybe it wasn't even that you're younger, I guess I just felt so old compared to you…I usually only go for older guys and I guess I shocked myself.." you continued. "You shocked yourself?" the troll tilted his head and raised a thin eyebrow. "Yeah, because I liked you…" you mumbled quietly. "Liked?" Gamzee repeated, you groaned loudly and crossed your arms. "What are you some kind of parrot? If I had known that all you were going to do is mock me than I wouldn't have come!" you flailed your arms as your face turned slightly red with anger.

…Be Gamzee…

You could feel the ends of your mouth twitch up a bit, you were trying your best not to smile, but you just couldn't help it. The other was just too cute. You placed your large grey hand on the other's head and rubbed it gently. You grinned as Roxy slapped your hand away and crossed her arms giving a small huff. "I forgive you" you laughed softly. "You do?" the petite blonde looked up at you with large eyes. "Yea, I kind of have to, you're just too cute" you laughed softly.

Roxy stuck her tongue out at you before sliding her fingers through her messy hair which you guessed she had forgotten to brush or something. You took the time to study the rest of her appearance, she didn't have any shoes on, and the clothes she was wearing were kind of baggy, she must have really been in a hurry. You could feel your face heat up a bit, if she was in that much of a hurry she must have really been scared that she had hurt you…she cared for you.

"So can I come I?" Roxy tilted her head, "that depends…are you going to get into the rest of alcohol in the fridge?" you stared at her a bit amused. "Oh…so you found the bottles" she laughed nervously. "Indeed" you sighed softly before moving a side and letting the blonde come in side. "I only have 2 more bottles of that good wine left" you pouted. "How many were there anyways?" she asked curiously shutting the door behind her. "Ten" you looked at her boredly; "Oops" she giggled softly.

You smiled and soon found yourself laughing, "Don't up and worry about it, it's replaceable" you started heading to the kitchen but stopped dead in your tracks feeling small arms wrap around your waist. You slid your hands over top of hers and sighed softly, "I forgive you okay? I'm not mad, I promise" you chuckled softly. "I know…" she mumbled softly before letting you go, "I just…missed you…" she gave a small smile. You allowed one of your famous sloppy smiles to slither its way onto your face. "What?" her eyes widened, "You're in love with me motherfucker" your grin grew bigger…if that was even possible. "Why that's…absurd!" she glared up at you her face turning a bright pink.

You chuckled softly and looked at her knowingly, "Oh shut up!" she snapped before stomping into the kitchen. "Just for that I'm stealing your vodka!" she grinned, you quickly ran into the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge holding your arms out in front of you. "No motherfucker, no more drinking…you have to promise" you stared at her seriously. "But I-"she started but stopped as you stared at her more intently. "Fine, I promise" she crossed her arms and sighed softly.

You smiled and nodded before opening the fridge and looking for something to eat. Roxy popped her head in between your head and the fridge and let out a long and loud gasp. "It's Quay!" she quickly snatched the bottle of Vodka and held it close to her chest with the dorkiest smile on her face that you had even seen. "It's Quay!" she squealed, "So?" you tilted your head and blinked, not really understanding what was so great about the vodka. "So? So!, So it's only found in the Mediterranean! It's extremely rare!" she stared at the bottle as if it was her lost lover or something…

You sighed already knowing where this was going and held out your hand. "Roxy…No" you looked at the small girl sternly, which was really hard to do, but you needed to be tough on her, it was for her own good. "But Gamzee you don't understand!" she quickly ran out of the kitchen clutching onto the bottle like her life depended on it. "Motherfucker!" you groaned before chasing her, "Give it to me!" you called. "Noooo!" she screamed as she ran into your room and jumped on your bed standing on it. "Roxy!" you yelled and pounced on the bed. She quickly jumped off of your bed and raced back downstairs, "You'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands!" she bellowed. "Don't you think you're being a little dramatic motherfucker?" you ran after her.

…Be Roxy…

You quickly hid behind the couch in the living room and smiled to yourself when you didn't see the tall teen. You put the bottle down and smiled, "It's okay honey, I won't let the mean man hurt you" you kissed the bottle. "Am I interrupting something?" you gasped and quickly looked up seeing Gamzee on the other side of the couch. He quickly snatched the bottle before you could grab yourself and held it high in the air.

"Oh come on" you whined, Gamzee grinned and laughed softly. "I'm sorry Ms. Roxy but this is for your own good" you crossed your arms "I don't see what's so good about it" you sniveled. Gamzee stuffed the bottle under one of the cushions in the couch and smiled. You puffed your cheeks up in anger; the lanky teen chuckled before getting off of the couch and pulling you to your feet.

"You promised, no more drinking" he pushed a stray strand hair out of your face. "I wasn't going to drink it, I was just going to hold it" you looked up at him innocently. You watched as the other scoffed and made his way to the kitchen again. You grinned and reached for the bottle hidden below one of the cushions, "Don't even think about it!" Gamzee called from the other room. You stomped your foot before grumbling and making your way into the kitchen to eat breakfast with the annoying teenager.