"Shiiiiit, Tav. 'Beats so ill, they stayin' home from school with a thermometer in their ass," Gamzee laughed, his butt firmly planted on top of Tavros's desk.
"And even though that was pretty inappropriate, I agree," he gave a big smile, his slightly chubby cheeks making his eyes squint ever so slightly and his almost perfect- in Gamzee's eyes- teeth showing.
Gamzee jumped off of the desk, his floppy, torn-to-pieces tennis shoes hitting the floor with a little thump. "I'm fuckin' cold as tits, man," he walked over to the modest closet and pulled it open, "You wouldn't happen to own a jacket an old stoner like myself could borrow, would you?"
"Just one, but I don't think that you-"
"Found it."
Gamzee reached out on the top shelf to pull on a black jacket he saw. His face made that, "Got you." look once he finally tugged it free, but it shifted to surprise when he looked back up to see an old, brown shoe box tumble and hit the floor, spilling its contents.
"Oh, fuck. Sorry. Sorry. Fuck," he dropped to the floor, putting things back in the box hurriedly, "If I hadn't shoved in my nosy honker this wouldn't have happened."
"No, no, it's fine. Really. I would just-"
"Woah..." Gamzee paused, his hand on an old photograph. He held it up real close to his face to inspect it. Sometimes Tavros thought he really needed glasses, and he told him that too. Of course, Gamzee would never listen, being as stubborn as he was, always shrugging off the important stuff.
Gamzee held out the photo for Tavros to see, asking in a sort of excited and fascinated whisper, "Is this your mom?"
"Yeah..."
Gamzee pulled the photo back to face him and examined it some more. She was pretty, dark-skinned, curvy lady with her smile extending from ear to ear, dimples like craters in moon and sporting a simple white dress, her brown hair that went just beyond her shoulder in curls. Her eyes were brown like Tavros's, but they had more lashes. Gamzee could tell by looking at her that she was probably a spectacular mother; no one with a smile like hers could ever be cruel towards a child.
"She's really pretty, Tav."
"Yeah."
There a pause as Gamzee kept staring. He almost spaced out, but then he remembered he was doing something. He put the photo back in the box and looked up, "Do you, uh, mind if I...?"
"No, I guess you can... look through them... There's really nothing exciti-"
"Who's this guy?" Gamzee held up another photo, this one containing a big man with a suit who looked like he had knocked a couple of heads before.
"Step-dad."
"Oh," Gamzee looked over it some more, "Was he nice?"
"Never really saw him that much..."
"If anyone understands that feel, it's me, man. My dad's got a rep for being shitty."
They stopped talking about it after that. They moved on to chat about other pictures. There was one of a new house; at one point Tavros had a gerbil; at another point he had a couple of fish and a cat and a hamster and a bird and... well, the list went on. The guy loved animals like he loved flying. But once he became ill, he had to sell or give away all of his pets; he ended up only selling the bird to a little girl who had lived a couple of blocks down from him. He had to give away the rest; the most heart-wrenching good-bye, he said, was giving away his turtle, Mr. Buttercake. "Mom picked out the name," was all he said about it.
There were some photos of some costumes from Halloween, three if you want to be exact. One was of him on hay ride dressed as a cowboy, which he said was pretty fun at the time, but now that he's older he realizes how much of waste of money the ride really was. One was when he was just a baby, and his mother dressed him as a cow, despite his protests and screams. The other was him dressed as Pupa Pan; he was young but not as young as you would want him to be. Later, Gamzee found the same outfit crammed under all of the pictures in the box. He pulled it out and winked, his only comment being, "Kinky, Tav."
Tavros snatched it away quickly and put it behind him, "Shut the fuck up."
After a couple of more stories that aren't really worth mentioning, Gamzee decided it was probably best to put the box up. He saw that it was making Tavros a little uncomfortable, talking about his past and all. He didn't blame him; if he didn't want to get his conversation on, Gamzee didn't want to either.
After he finally got the box up on the shelf, he grabbed the jacket from the ground and put it on, completely forgetting about being chilly. He looked down at it, just now actually looking at it.
"Woah, this is like one of those motherfucking fancy high school football jackets. Did you used to play?"
"Well, like when I was 10. My step-dad would never let it go though, and he told everyone it was my dream to become a professional football player. I didn't even like football that much. When I got sick, the high school team gave me that jacket and started calling me 'part of the team' even though I don't really think they knew my name before."
"Man, I hate people like that," Gamzee commented as he sauntered over, bending down to land a kiss to Tavros's cheek, "I think I'm gonna slide out of here. You need anything next visit?"
"Can I have another milkshake?"
"Vanilla?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, you got it. See you." As he was about to close the door on his way out, he called over his shoulder, "Hope you don't mind me wearin' this for a while." Before he could get a reply, he shut the door and was on his way to the stairs.
This was short... :/ It looked bigger on Word. Sorry for not updating, and sorry for my first update in forever being as small as a microshrimp put in the dryer for too long. I'm on summer break now though, so there will be more updates. (I'll probably finish it actually. *cough*)