A/N:Ooh, man. I love all of you guys, I can't say it enough! Yesterday, was like a freggin' plot twist all in itself. My dad says we go shopping. We actually do. Goodness, if I weren't so tired from it, I'd post this sooner. Anywho, here's chapter twenty five. Read Review Enjoy~!

Oh, it was Friday. Friday was today. And, nothing much has really changed. Titaia still gave Tavros the silent treatment, which he seemed to be pretty okay with. She didn't know how to treat him, to be honest. Could she actually blame him for whatever happened? His intentions were those of saints, but were carried out in the ways of demons, or even Satan himself. Whatever. He came about it the wrong way, that's why she was mad at him. She was about to, no fuck it. She actually liked TA. What now?

"Sis, it's motherfuckin' chowing time, so get your eating on!" Gamzee exclaimed happily.

Titaia was spooning her dinner into her mouth. Why the fuck was he jollier than usual? The clown probably had more to smoke that day, or something. Better than him being sober. Whatever. She shrugged, moving along with her meal.

"So, he dance is tomorrow." Eridan announced, bluntly. "We all fuckin' ready for it?"

"Hell no." Titaia spoke up. "We still have to take the fucking exam, right? They bullshitted everything."

"Them exams finish at the miraculous hour of three, why the motherfuck not?" Gamzee asked, languidly.

Titaia continued eating, death glaring her food.

"Ti's has to go with Sol, that's why she's angry at the world." Eridan explained. "Not like anyone didn't see that one comin'."

"I don't really care to give a shit what anyone saw coming, Eridan. Life's no movie." Titaia retaliated.

Eridan ran his ringless fingers through his hair. "Ti, brighten up."

She sighed, and held her head. She looked around their table, and met eyes with Tavros. His eyes flickered from hers to his hands pretty quickly.

Tavros messed with his hands to keep him from making eye contact with Titaia again. He wouldn't go back to Sollux's table, or else it would prove the boys from across the cafeteria's theory right. He wanted to show she was a better person than what they perceive, and he knew she had every right to be mad at him at the moment. After a few minutes, he took a sip of the water that he purchased from the vending machine. His eyes stayed on his fingers.

He looked so… pathetic… in a sad way, like sort of pitiful. That was the feeling Titaia got when she looked at Tavros, pity. Maybe he didn't deserve the silent treatment. After all, he did try to help her out. The only mistake was that it was Sollux of all people. She shook her head a bit. It caused her so much stress.

Gamzee poked Tavros. "Bro." He started. "Bro, are you all up and good? You seem to be getting your motherufucking parade ruined here; you know what I'm saying? Like, did something tear through your parade? Did something motherfucking sink your floating miracles boat, bro?" He asked, through half lidded eyes. His smile was still there, but he did feel some real concern for Tavros.

Tavros shook his head. "I-I'm fine, Gamzee." He said quickly and quietly, before resuming his pathetic attempts to be unnoticed.

Eridan frowned. "Do you have somethin' to say to Ti? This silence between you two is really fuckin' childish if you ask me. Jus' forgive Tav already, Ti!" He directed towards her.

Titaia continued on with her eating, as if Eridan never said anything.

Tavros continued on with his eating, trying to act as if he never heard Eridan say anything.

"For fucks sake, Ti." Eridan frowned. "You're makin' this harder for everyone here."

Karkat and Sollux sat in silence, they've been sitting there in silence since the day Sollux received his punishment. He was really fucking tired of it, now. "Sollux." He said firmly.

Sollux only nodded his head slightly, to illustrate that he has given Karkat his attention, and continued eating his pasta with his forks.

"It's been fucking silent since you got that date of yours. Care to fucking crack a joke or something? It's seriously more depressing than it usually is in this school to sit here, and watch you beat the shit out of yourself."

Sollux sighed. "KK," He took a deep breath, and averted his stare. "Eridan pethtered me earlier thith week." He admitted.

"What did he say?"

"He thaid thomething like I obviouthly admire her." He turned his head to Titaia's table, and back to his food, to Karkat would know what he meant. "I don't know where he would get that thtupid idea. It'th been on my mind thinthe he thaid it."

Karkat messed with his pasta, before looking at Sollux again. "Do you?" He asked simply.

"What the fuck! No!"

Karkat nodded. "Then there's nothing for you to be fucking angry about. If you know you fucking don't, then fuck it and move on with your shitty dweeb life."

"Gee, thankth KK. You are really helpful." Sollux praised sarcastically. "I tried to forget it, but it keepth coming back to bite me in the ath." He put his forks down, and massaged his temples. "It'th just getting to me, and it thtarth to pith me off, you know? Like, I have to go to the danthe with her…"

"Sure, because this shit happened to me before. Sollux, my only advice to you is to fucking get over the whole dance thing. After the night of the dance, you don't have to make any contact with her, and you can forget her easily. Code more than usual, damnit. Ever heard of that shit they call YOLO? Do that shit. I don't give a rainbow infested fuck; just don't get bummed out about it." Karkat advised. He was started to get a bit frustrated. Why is it so hard for this guy to be anti-depressed?

Sollux sighed. Did that idiot use the term YOLO? As in you only live once? Jesus, fuck. It's a good thing someone made that shit up, or else he wouldn't have known that he only had one chance to live. "Don't ever uthe that thtupid acronym again." Sollux frowned.

Sollux didn't even seem to consider the advice that was given to him. It's like he wanted to be sad. Well, fuck it. "Fine, asshole. You know what?" Karkat asked, standing up. "YOYO, until you're fucking ready to comply with me." He picked up his tray, and started towards the trash.

"What the fuck does that one mean? Enlighten me, KK."

"You're on your own." Karkat dumped his trash, placed his tray in a stack and left.

Sollux continued his meal. If that's how he felt, he didn't have to help or anything. It was his problem after all. He'd have to be the one to fix it ultimately, so he might as well be on his own. Though, he still wasn't clear on why Eridan was trying to imply that day. What the fuck did he mean by what he said? God, what did he do wrong in life?

Titaia sat in her room, doing her homework. She had already half assed her homework from her guidance classes. Now on to math. Greatest fucking subject ever, that's one of her lowest core class grade. She smacked her forehead. This was the same subject that she was drawing that Sollux picture on. Why though? Half the shit she did was incredibly unexplainable. Or was it? She drew the wedding ring because she gave a fuck about the relationship she had with TA. So, if she drew the picture, then does that mean she cared? Fuck no, she drew a knife through him, that totally means she hates him. She looked at a math question. Some shit about triangles. Who gave a flying, rainbow shitting, magical fuck about Geometry? It made no sense as to why someone would have to learn it. As if Titaia would grow up and be asked to find a missing fucking angle of a triangle, or to discern an isosceles triangle from a right triangle. There was a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" Vriska asked, texting whoever it was on the other side.

Titaia wondered how the fuck that girl could have friends. And why she was in the room. She usually left to someone else's room until late hours. Titaia shrugged.

"Well, aren't you going to get it, dumbass?" Vriska asked, slapping her forehead and getting up. "Like, I wonder if I'm the only one who has sense here!"

"You're about to have something being shoved up your ass if you don't stop talking like that to me." Titaia returned, paying attention to her homework. Whoever was at the door can leave.

"Uh… hi Vriska." Tavros greeted with a shy smile. He pulled his book bag from his shoulders, and opening it. "I uh… have the project that you told me to do, right here!" He gleamed, looking through the folders.

Titaia looked up from her papers. What? He did a project for her?

"It better be all twelve pages, double spaced, and in Times New Roman font, Tavros." Vriska threatened, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "You know this shit is a major grade. And I'm not taking this class again!"

"Uh…" Tavros nearly panicked, rummaging through his things. "It was titled 'Literary Criticism: Charles Dickens Style' right?" Tavros inquired. "I uh…"

"You what?" Vriska asked, inching her face closer to hers and adjusting her glasses.

Her glare scared Tavros; he stuttered nervously. "I-I uh… might of, well, perhaps maybe…" He rambled.

"Perhaps maybe what, idiot? Don't tell me you don't have my fucking paper, it's due tomorrow." Vriska grabbed the collar of his shirt.

Tavros looked at Vriska's hands, and looked back at her. "I might have forgotten it in my room…" The grip on his shirt was released, and he exhaled quietly. Vriska frightened him, even when she spoke, he got the chills.

"Then go fucking find it. You better have that shit back here in twenty minutes." She tapped her wrist. "Starting now."

"Tavros, don't go anywhere."

Tavros looked at Titaia, who was behind Vriska. He was confused, wasn't she mad at him?

"I told you, this is between me and him." Vriska warned. "I don't think you should meddle in our business."

Titaia pushed her way into the front of her lovely roommate, and looked at Tavros. "Why did you do her paper?"

"I uh… thought you wouldn't want to talk to me, Titaia." He frowned.

"You never answered my question. Why're you writing her paper?" Titaia asked firmly, crossing her arms.

"Because…" Tavros trailed. "She… uh… didn't feel like it… so I did it for her."

"You're not her dog. If she doesn't want to do something you'd better stand up. Stand up and look her in her eyes. Tell her 'fuck you and your problems' and move on with your life."

"Excuse me?" Vriska asked, pushing Titaia's shoulder a bit. "From what I see, you've been giving him the silent treatment for a long time, now. I don't understand what you think you're doing, hopping to his rescues all of the fucking sudden." She turned back to Tavros. "And your time is running out, you'd better get a'steppin'."

"You'd better get your ass a'planted. You're not going to get that shit for her." Titaia cancelled out Vriska's command. She turned to her roommate. "Oh, really? 'I don't think that's any of your buisness'." Titaia quoted.

"Uh…" Tavros frowned.

"Go!" Vriska shouted at him.

He nodded, and started to step backwards.

"Stay!" Titaia shouted after Vriska.

He nodded, and started to step forward.

Vriska crossed her arms. "I'm going to get you in class, Tavros. You watch out."

"You want to say that louder? You know, so the fucking cameras can hear you?" Titaia asked, holding her hands out. A smirk played on her face.

Vriska froze. "Shit…" She started. "It's so easy to forget…"

"There were a lot of rules broken there, don't you think? Plagiarism, bullying, threatening, being a rude person." Titaia crossed her arms, leaning on the wall. "Wow, I wonder what Mr. B's going to do to you~"

"Shut up!" Vriska marched back into the room, and sat on her bed. God, she was going to be in so much trouble… she got her laptop out and started typing frantically.

Titaia watched Vriska for a bit, and then looked back at Tavros. She sighed.

"Why did you uh… —"

"Because I don't like Vriska." Titaia answered. "And I don't think anyone really deserves to be bullied by her. All she does is try to break people. Turn their hopes and beliefs against them." She frowned subconsciously, and looked at the carpeted floor.

'Turn their hopes and beliefs against them'. Is that how Titaia felt at the moment? "I'm sorry… Titaia… really, I uh… am…" He managed. His face was red; she knew it must've taken every ounce of courage he had to even say something to her after what went down that unfaithful Sunday.

Titaia nodded slowly. "Yes…" She rose her eyes to looked at him, and continued her nodding.

Tavros looked the other way. "And I really want to make it uh… up to you, I guess, if that's possible?..." He asked more than suggested.

Titaia stopped nodding, and motioned him to come towards her.

He walked towards her shyly, and felt arms around his back. "W-what are you doing Titaia?" He asked, hugging her back. He waited for her to answer, but there was none. It was unclear whether it was a cry for help or an act of forgiveness. But her grip was tight. He didn't know what to say to her. Sometimes, things like 'It's okay', and 'Don't worry' would come into mind, but he never knew if it was good enough for her. Or for this situation, rather. Whatever the hug meant, it seemed that everything would be on better terms between the two.

A/N: And, so yeah. That's that. ^^' I should update soon : D Stay tuned~