Homestuck does not belong to me. It belongs to Lord Hussie. Bow down to him, not me. A review would be appreciated though.

Be Gamzee

Kar: GAMZEE. YOU IDIOT. THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO.

Gam: :o?

Kar: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO CONFESS YOUR LOVE WHEN SOMEONE POPS OUT OF YOUR CLOSET, STUPIDFUCK.

Gam: oH sHiT.

Kar: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT SOMEWHERE ROMANTIC, NOT IN YOUR MESSY, HORN-FILLED, PIECE OF CRAP APARTMENT.

Gam: bUt BrO. hE kIsSeD mE bAcK :o)

Kar: I DON'T MOTHERFUCKIN' CARE.

Kar: WAIT. WHAT. HE KISSED YOU BACK? WHAT THE HELL?

Kar: YOU'RE RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKED UP.

Kar: ENOUGH SAID.

Gam: :o)

Karkat turned off his phone after that last message. Gamzee smiled and shoved his phone back in his pocket. He leaned against the booth and waited for his favorite waiter. He slightly frowned when he saw that Vriska was walking towards his table instead.

"Sorry. Tavros didn't come in today. I'll be your waitress instead," she sneered.

"I thought you were just the hostess?" Gamzee asked.

"We're short on staff today," she explained, rolling her eyes. Gamzee slid out of the booth and walked out of the door, not even tempted to reply to her.

Why didn't he come today? Oh, man. It was probably because Gamzee confessed his love to him like that and all. Maybe Karkat was right. Maybe he was supposed to do it in a more romantic place or whatever. Gamzee frowned at the thought of Tavros all confused and stuff about what Gamzee said. What if he didn't feel the same way? Well, that was okay too so as long as Tavros didn't hate him or anything like that. He didn't know if he'd be alright with that. In matter of fact, he might just lock himself in his apartment and watch the ceiling for the rest of his life if he realized that Tavros hated him. Maybe stare at Tavros's picture all day like n a cheesey-ass romance movie.

Gamzee walked up the stone steps to the white front door. He knocked on it a couple of times. No one answered or called to him or anything. So, he tried ringing the door bell. No one was home, apparentlly. Gamzee shrugged his shoulders and walked over to one of the windows. He pushed it open and hopped inside of the house. Okay, so maybe that wasn't his brightest idea. But Tavros could come and go in his apartment; why shouldn't he be able to do the same? Besides, Gamzee did this at Karkat's all of the time. He'd just sneak in his house and sit on his couch until he came home. No biggie.

Gamzee realized there was nothing to do in the living room, considering there was nothing entertaining in there whatsoever. So, he decided to walk on over to Tavros's room and crash on his bed until he came home. So, he did.

He sat in the cosy, one-person bed and clicked on the television. He put his arms behind his head and chilled.

Be Tavros

Tavros wheeled home, his lap full of grocery bags. He hadn't gone to work that day because of his fear seeing Gamzee. He was scared, honestly. He was scared that Gamzee would expect an answer out of him right away or ask him why he kissed him and ran like a coward. Tavros didn't know the answer to any of those questions, so he decided to take time off of work until he did.

He unlocked the door and shoved the key in his pocket. Weird. Tavros thought. I must've left the window open. He glanced to his left at the open, yellow window. He shrugged and wheeled inside. Closing the door behind him, he went into the kitchen and put all of the groceries on the table. He started to put them in his cabinets, but then he heard a thud come from his bedroom.

His heart started pounding. Oh, God. What if it were robbers? He couldn't defend himself like this. Oh, no. He was going to die here. He was going to die in ths house, without getting to say good-bye to his friends and Gamzee. Wait. Didn't Gamzee count as a friend too? Why did he count Gamzee seperate from them? Did they have a different relationship or something? There was no time to think about that.

Tavros grabbed a decorative lance off of the wall of his kitchen and started slowly and silently wheeling his way to his bedroom, hoping to God that there really weren't any robbers. Oh, God. What if they were ghosts?

Tavros pushed open his bedroom door slowly. Once he saw someone was on his bed playing Xbox, he threw his lance at the person sloppily in surprise. Of course, the decorative lance didn't hurt or even bruise the person at all because it was thrown so terribly and it was made of of plastic, but the person still looked over and said, "Ow, bro. Why did you up and throw a motherfucker at me?"

"Gamzee? W-what are you doing in my house?" Tavros asked.

"You weren't at the cafe today. Had to make sure my best motherfucker was okay." Tavros blushed and rolled into the room some more.

"Y-Yeah... Sorry about not coming in today. I, uh, um, didn't mean to make you worry or anything.."

"It's all cool, bro. Don't worry your cute motherfuckin' head off about it. Is it chill if I stay for a while though? 'Apartment's boring as fuck."

"Oh, uh, yeah.. Go ahead. I, uh, just need to unload some more groceries.. Just tell me if you need anything.."

"Bitchtits."

Only Tavros would willingly provide services for someone who just broke into his house and took over his bed. Only. Him.