Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck.
Gamzee whistled as he skipped down the stairs. He was surprised that he managed to reach the ground floor without fumbling a single time. Usually he would have to hold tight onto the railing in order to keep some purchase and not completely fall down the stairs. But then again he was usually doing some kind of drugs then… He smiled.
Those days are behind him. He no longer has to resort to drugs to solve his problems that never were solved by drugs. They just made his problems easier to deal with.
But now he had no problems. Everything's okay now. He's got a new life in this new place with these new people. These new potential friends.
Gamzee walked down the short hallway only to stop at where the elevator doors were.
"Oh no."
A boy seated in a wheelchair sat in front of the steel gray metal doors. The indicator as to which floor the cab was on was currently dull instead of the bright yellow it should have been.
Gamzee instead chose to focus on the boy in the wheelchair.
He wasn't skinny but he wasn't overweight. He was chubby. The boy wore an expression of dismay, his hands in a nervous knot on his lap. His hair was styled into an adorable Mohawk while he simply wore a shirt that was a light shade of gray, black shorts, and a pair of all black tennis shoes. Gamzee got the feeling he wanted to come off as intimidating or cool but he didn't. He came off as…
Cute.
Elaboration wouldn't have been able to explain how cute he is. It's the kind of cute that's too cute for words. He was the kind of cute that everyone wants in their lives.
Gamzee felt his lips twitch into a lazy smirk.
New friend: targeted.
"Well hey there motherfucker."
The boy turned quickly to the sound of Gamzee's voice, his expression immediately changing from distressed to surprised then to a combination of embarrassed and nervous. The resulting look Gamzee received from the wheelchair bound boy only added to how cute he appeared.
"Hi." After greeting Gamzee the boy turned back to the elevator doors that had yet to open.
"Is everything alright?" Gamzee came closer to the boy he deemed as his new potential friend.
"Um… no."
"What's the problem?"
"The elevator is out of order."
"You call someone?"
"I would have but my phone is upstairs so needless to say I do not have it… because it is upstairs."
The boy nodded as if confirming his own information was correct.
He and Gamzee sat in an awkward silence where Gamzee hopped more would be said like whether he at least told the front desk guy or something.
But the silence ensued.
"Did you tell the dude at the front desk?"
"He's not here…"
Gamzee nodded and left it at that. Clearly this boy is too shy to go around and outright ask for help, he'd be more likely to sit and wait for someone like Gamzee to come and offer help.
That's exactly why Gamzee has decided he will be friends with this boy. There's just something about his entire personality that captures Gamzee's attention. He has this sort of way of leaving Gamzee thinking he has something to say, but just doesn't know how to convey it.
"You can use my phone, bro."
Instantly, the boy's eyes lit up and a shy smile found its way across his lips.
"Oh, wow, really?"
Gamzee nodded as he removed his phone from his pocket and pulled up the phone.
"Thank you." The boy took Gamzee's cell phone from the latter's hands and began typing in numbers right away.
There's something about him, something about his entire demeanor, his personality.
"Hello-? Yes, it's me… yes...yes… well this wouldn't happen so often if the elevator actually was fixed from the numerous amount of times they supposedly fixed it… now is not the time for your irony… will you just call the guys? That'd be appreciated… thanks… I guess I'll go to the park and come back later… bye."
The boy hung up, the smile he had before calling now erased from his features.
"Thank you…I don't know your name…" Gamzee chuckled lowly before taking back the phone and smiling at the boy whose name he didn't know.
"I'm Gamzee. I just moved in."
"Hi, Gamzee. I'm Tavros. Uh, thank you for letting me borrow your phone."
"It's no problem, bro. If we're gonna all be apartment buddies, we gotta help our brothers and sisters out, right?"
"Yeah. I guess. If you can get everyone else here to feel that way that is." Gamzee's interest piqued once the boy– Tavros, mentioned the other residents of the apartment complex.
"What do you mean?"
Tavros ruffled his hair a little, looking away from Gamzee.
"They just aren't into that kind of stuff, you know?"
"Yeah, I fucking know the feeling."
"Everyone is still pretty nice, they just don't, uh, like many people... that much."
Tavros began twiddling his thumbs as an excuse to not look Gamzee in the eyes; however, the latter was determined to make a friend out of this kid, to see him outside his comfort zone. He wanted to get to know Tavros enough to the point where the two were best friends. He wanted to see Tavros be completely familiar with him. It'd be difficult and would require a lot of commitment and time but Gamzee felt Tavros was worth it.