Meeting an Old Friend: A Promise
Tavros slammed the door to the car, too much in a hurry to bother with the groceries in the trunk of the car. Sprinting to the front door, he pulls out his keys and fumbles with them until they fall out of his shaking hands. Sighing angrily, he snatches them off the ground and more slowly attempts to find the correct key. However, a smiling Gamzee opens the door before he has the chance to do so himself.
"Hey, Tavbro!" he says affectionately, kissing your cheek. Looking down at your hands, the taller boy gives Tavros a perplexed look and smiles, "The door is unlocked, you silly motherfucker; I am home, after all." Gamzee lightly laughs at his boyfriend as guides a confused Tavros inside and sits him down at the table kitchen, pushing in the chair for him. The teen looks up at Gamzee and opens up his mouth to speak, but before he can his boyfriend interrupts him, "Thank you for getting the groceries, it was real motherfucking sweet of you to get up and do that." Tavros goes to speak again but realizes Gamzee has moved from his position behind him to a cupboard, retrieving a bowl from the top shelf.
Looking up at his boyfriend, he realizes Gamzee cooked something on the stove while Tavros shopped for groceries. "Now to thank you being such a motherfucking miracle, I made you nice little lunch," he states while walking to the stove where he checks on the food in two before unnoticed kitchen utensils. Gamzee looks into a large pot and, satisfied with the contents, takes a pasta scoop and places something into the bowl. Grabbing a wooden spoon, he removes the lid off of a small saucepan and pours a little red sauce on the meal. Gamzee then finishes off the meal by sprinkling some grated cheese and basil on top. Grinning with excitement, he grabs a fork and places the dish in front of Tavros.
Now able to see his meal more clearly, the surprised teen realized his boyfriend made potato gnocchi in the hour and a half Tavros spent at the store and driving there and back. "Gamzee," he exclaims, shocked by the other boy's impressive feat, "How did you make this? We didn't have the pre-packaged stuff so you must have made it by hand!" Gamzee laughs joyfully and picks up the fork and feeds a bite to his boyfriend, grinning happily when he sees Tavros's amazed look. However, before he can manage to force feed Tavros another bite, the smaller boy asks another question, "No, uh, seriously, how did you make this? It's really good!"
"It was motherfucking nothing, just picked up some things over the years," Gamzee replies nonchalantly, blushing a bit. "Anyway," Gamzee continues, changing the subject, "I am going to go and get those motherfucking groceries while you eat." Before Tavros can object, the taller boy rushes out of the front door to the car. Sighing, Tavros eats his delicious home-cooked meal and smiles. However, as he eats his lunch, he suddenly realizes he never ate any of Gamzee's cooking before now. It clearly must have taken several years of practice to cook so well, especially with such a small margin for error in regard to time. Chewing thoughtfully, the by continues wondering where his boyfiend picked up his talent in preparing food. Tavros then realizes Gamzee's father never stayed at the house for any extended amount of time and after Kurloz started becoming a delinquent, he never took care of his brother. He sadly takes another bite of the gnocchi as it dawns on him that Gamzee taught himself how to cook growing up because no one else care enough to do so for him.
Gamzee basically raised himself, the teen thinks gloomily. Straightening his back, he quickly devours the entire bowl of food in record time and jumps out his chair right as the other boy enters the house with the his first few bags. Before Gamzee can say anything, the Tavros jogs up to him and tugs the collar of the taller boy's shirt down, drawing him into a quick kiss. Dazed, Gamzee looks at his boyfriend with a confused look on his face as Tavros runs out to get his own load of food. The older boy gently places the goods on the table and turns around to see his boyfriend already rushing back with his own bags. Tavros plops them onto the table unceremoniously and suddenly hugs Gamzee tightly. Standing stiffly, a bewildered Gamzee stares at the boy pressing his face into the taller boy's neck. Tavros quietly mumbles something into Gamzee's neck, the words muffled beyond recognition.
"Now, what the motherfuck is up with you, Tavbro," Gamzee questions softly, embracing the other boy. Smiling gently, Tavros looks up at Gamzee and pecks him the cheek.
"You, uh, don't need to do everything by yourself," Tavros murmurs, "You aren't alone anymore, you have me." Gamzee nods his head solemnly, but unsatisfied with this response, Tavros shakes his head. "No," he begins, speaking with more volume and conviction, "you have to promise. You have to promise not to put everything on yourself like you always have. I can take care of you too if you let me. And I will if you let me. You have to say something if something is wrong"
Taken aback, Gamzee pecks Tavros on the cheek. "I promise," he replies seriously as he nods his head. Beaming brightly, Tavros hugs Gamzee tightly around the neck, causing the taller teen to bend down to the giddy boy's level. Looking into a hanging mirror on the wall, Gamzee sees the back of his excited boyfriend and his own face. Frowning sadly, he looks into the mirror and thinks to himself that is not a promise I can bear to keep. Before the older boy pulls away from the embrace, he plasters on his most genuine smile and guides Tavros to the car while holding his hand tightly.
*I feel like all my chapters are like roller coaster. One chapter will be sad and the next will be sweet, cute, and funny. This time around, I tried to integrate both of those into one chapter in a (hopefully) successful way. Anyway, thank you for waiting patiently and for reading :]**