Ugggggghhhhh finally.

I'm usually a pretty quick uploader, sorry this one is taking so damn long _

But yeah! Thanks for making it this far and stickin' with this story! I'll try to upload every day. I'm capable. You know how I do it? Listen to a single song on repeat until I finish the chapter.

Anyways, Enjoy.

Gamzee Makara woke up from a very stressful night. He was a bit confused as to why Karkat was laying nuzzled against him in his bed, but he soon remembered that his friend would be staying for a while, which meant that he'd have to sleep in his bed.

He looked at Karkat for a while, thinking about what in the motherfuck they were going to do. He decided that now wasn't the time to mull such things over, though; it was a school day. Tuesday, to be exact… not the middle of the week, but not the beginning either. Unbearable.

"Karbro…" Gamzee said, barely above a whisper. He ran his fingers over the other's cheek softly. "Gotta wake up, shorty."

Karkat made a whiny noise and furrowed his brows, turning over. He pulled the dark purple-gray blankets further up his shoulders.

"Mhhheeeeeeeennngggggh…" Karkat- well, there's not really a word for that…. "I don't want to fucking waste seven hours of my life at school."

"You won't have to in three days," Gamzee said jokingly. "Now get the motherfuck up before I'm forced to tickle ya."

This sent Karkat straight out of the warm embrace of the body-heated blankets. He did not like to be tickled. Not at all.

"Fuck, Gamzee…" Karkat yawned groggily. "I don't have any clothes."

Gamzee sucked in a shallow breath, about to say something, but just couldn't find anything to say. He was a lot bigger than Karkat, and so was the rest of his family. Guess he'd just have to wear the smallest they could find.

"You're gonna have to wear one of my old shirts or somethin' bro, because you are motherfuckin' tiny," he replied, digging through his dresser drawers. He heard Karkat grumble something behind him, but paid no attention to it.

He eventually pulled up a black tee from the depths of bunched up shirts, turning it around. It had a dark purple image of a sea-goat on it. Oh yeah, he remembered this old thing. He got it a few years back at a store in the mall. It was on a rack with a bunch of other zodiac-related shirts.

He tossed it to Karkat along with some old indigo skinny jeans. "There you go. i hope they don't look too ridiculous on ya, Karbro," Gamzee said.

Karkat rolled his eyes. "What the fuck ever. I'm just glad you didn't give me a goddamn ICP shirt."

Gamzee laughed and went to excavate some clothes for himself while Karkat put his on. When he turned around, he just about passed out from a cute seizure. The shirt on Karkat was falling down one shoulder, and the jeans fit his thighs, but the cuffs bunched up around his ankles and barely let his feet poke out. The purple colors also made his freckles way more noticeable, and Karkat's freckles to Gamzee were just little dots of perfect and cute and motherfuck yes.

"Motherfucking…" Gamzee choked out, staring at his little bro.

Karkat glared at him angrily. "Oh. My god. If you say one thing, I will shove both my feet up your ass."

Gamzee laughed and walked into the bathroom. He renewed his facepaint, which he didn't necessarily wash off the night before, put on some new earrings, brushed his teeth, and wrestled with his hair until the referee slammed the ring three times and declared that he had lost. He walked back through his room to go downstairs, but before he left, he grabbed Karkat's wrist and before he could say anything he yanked him towards himself and kissed him on the forehead. Karkat probably flipped him off or something like that, but he didn't see it. He was already running down the stairs to see whatever Condie was making.

Gamzee's mother had died long before that, and when he was about ten, his Dad's best friend, Condie, moved in with them. She took care of the boys, and made sure Gamzee's dad was fine with money and stuff like that. She was fun, and they all loved her.

"Aww yeah, motherfuckin' waffles," Gamzee said happily, rubbing his stomach as he ran to the table. He sat down in front of Kurloz who signed "good morning" to him and fist-bumped him. He was about to impale his breakfast with the three-sticked poking device when Karkat sat down beside him. He head-butted the shorter boy in the neck and kissed his jaw, tousling his hair as well. Karkat cursed at him and shoved him off, pulling his shirt over his shoulder just so it could experience the joy of sliding back down again.

After a while, Karkat looked up slowly to find Kurloz staring at him intensely. he jumped back a bit and frowned, nudging Gamzee with his elbow. Gamzee looked at Kurloz and started signing a conversation with him.

"What?"

"This is Karkat, correct?"

"Yeah…?"

"He's pretty cute. :o)"

"Uh, thanks."

"He looks like Cronus's boyfriend."

"That's because he's Kankri's little brother."

"Really?"

"Yep. Now stop staring at him, Kurloz, you're freaking him out."

"Whoops. I didn't motherfucking mean that. :o/"

"I'll tell him."

"Kurloz is really sorry for starin' at ya bro, he just thinks you look a lot like Kankri," Gamzee said, stuffing his mouth full of waffle and syrup. Karkat nodded and paused for a second.

"Wait," he said, narrowing his eyes. "He can't talk?"

"Uuuh, yeah, bro. Ever since, uh," Gamzee looked at Kurloz again. "Something happened a couple of years ago and it screwed his mind up pretty bad."

"Oh, okay," Karkat said, deciding not to get into it. It seemed like a pretty touchy subject.

A few minutes later, Gamzee realized that Karkat didn't have his backpack either. Looked like he'd just have to borrow Gamzee's. Gamzee didn't mind missing too many assignments as long as he was helping a bro out. He could make them up later.

They left fifteen minutes before school started, and when they got there, Terezi knew something was up. She walked up to Karkat and sniffed around him, getting way too close for comfort.

"This isn't your color," she said accusingly. "This is Gamzee's. It smells like him… when… he was… younger? Wait!" she stood up straight suddenly, pointing her index finger to the sky. "You're wearing his old sea goat shirt!"

By this point, Karkat understood Terezi's whole synesthesia deal. So this didn't surprise him at all. "Yeah, Terezi, I am."

Terezi cackled and walked behind the gym with them, purposely whacking a couple of kids with her cane. She was a weird kid.

Feferi and Aradia greeted them as always, questioning them about why Karkat was wearing Gamzee's clothes. They didn't have enough time to find out, though, because the bell rang and everyone had to go to class.

At lunch, Karkat was grumpier than he was that morning. He was edgy and just stared at his food, poking at it. By then, everyone had developed their own theories as to why he was wearing Gamzee's clothes, and they all related to them doing… things. But when they started talking about it was when he wanted to explode.

"I honestly think Gamzee was the one who started it. Karkat's too shy."

"I wonder if they used any toys."

"Karkat purrbably likes the kissing more that the actual doing."

On and on and on they went. Even the most modest of the group were spouting out ideas, poking fun at Karkat while Gamzee sent angry glares at them. But Karkat finally had enough. He leaned up to Gamzee's ear and whispered, "If they want to see what I really like, then why don't we just fucking show them?"

Gamzee's eyes widened, but the second he turned to look at Karkat, the short little guy had pounced on him. He had his hands in his hair and was full-on making out with Gamzee, in public. He didn't even come up for air, didn't care about his boyfriend's facepaint, and was even starting to shove him downward on the bench. He finally stopped after he received a few bitemarks on his jaw, swiftly jumping off of Gamzee and continuing to eat his lunch quietly. Gamzee sat next to him, quite dazed. Everyone started at the now silent Karkat Vantas with apparent blushes on their faces.

Karkat glared and swallowed his current bit of food. "Well, you guys want to fucking see further than that?" Everyone shook their heads rapidly. "Then you fuckers shouldn't have talked so openly about it. It's fucking rude and idiotic. and, just to make things clear for you fucktards, no. We did not fucking 'do it'. I was kicked out of my house quickly and had no time to fucking pack. So you don't have to ask."

Gamzee just sat there with a dopey smile on his face, which was covered in smeared facepaint. Karkat had just publicly, in front of all of their friends, kissed him. e even started it! Sure, it was to prove a point, but he kissed him in public! So far he'd only let Gamzee hold his hand! Now he'd get to hug him at school too!

Karkat raised an eyebrow at Gamzee, sitting there with his chin on one hand and a huge grin plastered on his face. "Hey," he said, poking him in the arm. "What the fuck is up with you, jugga-trash?"

Gamzee snapped out of his trance, smiled warmly at Karkat, and leaned down to peck him on the lips. "Thanks for that, bro."

Karkat blushed. "Whatever."

Nepeta squealed and tried to pounce on Gamzee and Karkat, but Equius stopped her, carrying her away. "Nooo!" she yelled. "I ship it! I ship it so hard!"

Terezi giggled and followed them to who knows where. Everyone went back to talking amongst themselves, food was thrown once in a while, the usual. Gamzee was happy. And behind the grumpy shell, Karkat was too. He could get used to this. But for now, he needed to figure out how he was going to get his stuff to Gamzee's house.

But that, my dear reader, will have to wait until the next chapter.