So, I feel like a total piece of shit for taking such a long break between these updates. I've been having a rough time lately and lost all interest in doing this for a while. I thought I'd rather post an alright short chapter, than a completely crappy long chapter. So, this chapter is only 777 words and that sucks, but at least I got something up. Sorry.
Oh, my fucking god why didn't I tell him yesterday. I had the perfect moment him kissing me on the fucking forehead and all. Holy shit he kissed me on the head. I am such a retard he probably sees me as his fucking younger brother or some shit like that. I hate myself. I have to tell him soon. If I don't all hell will break loose. "Ok, then its fucking settled next time I see Gam I'll tell him," I confidently tell myself.
"Tell me what motherfucker?" Gamzee asks from the door of my hospital room. I squeak, actually fucking squeak and jump ten feet. I look at the nicely dressed, handsome Gamzee. Wait, Gamzee is looking nice? What the fuck?
"What the fuck are you wearing?" I ask him. What was he wearing? Well, a pair of black jeans, nice jeans no cut up baggy jeans that he wears when his pajama pants are washing, and button up, long sleeve, ironed, purple shirt that looked like it would never be worn by Gamzee. He looks very nice, but it is strange seeing him dressed up. He also is wearing no makeup, but that's probably due to the fact he had fresh stitches in his face.
"Well, Rox..." Gamzee started to explain, but I understood immediately and interrupt him with my chuckling. "What motherfucker?"
"You let Roxy take you fucking shopping. Last time I fucking went shopping with her was the first and last fucking time I will ever go shopping with her. It was fucking terrible. Hey, at least you look fucking handsome," I inform him. He smiles wide and moves over to my bed.
"You think so bro? I wasn't sure I thought you would tell me I looked like a motherfucking clown," Gamzee says and I smile.
"Gamzee... You always look like a fucking clown," I inform him. We both laugh so hard that tears came to our eyes. After eventually calming the fuck down, we laid back and talked. After what feels like eight hours of us just talking, but actually was only an hour and thirty minutes passed, Gamzee turns to look at me. I know what was coming, I just didn't want him to ask.
"What were you talking 'bout early, motherfucking bro?" Gamzee asks. I sigh and look at him. He has fear in his eyes. He probably thinks I'm going to tell him that I hate him or something. I look away.
"It wasn't anything important. I was just trying to remind myself to remind you about that one project in English," I lie in hope he believes me. He smiles and chuckles.
"Thank the motherfucking heavens, bro. I was worried you were going to tell me you hated me or some shit like that. Man, what a motherfucking relief," Gamzee replies and I smile. I laugh at him and then the realization of what day it was hit me.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I ask him a bit mad. I glare at him and he looks away.
"Well, you aren't in school so why should I be? The only reason I go is to see you," Gamzee informs me. I blush and look away so he doesn't see my blush.
"You're a fucking idiot. Don't skip school just to see me. School is more important asshole."
"Not to me."
"Well, it should be," I mumble and try to pull my knees up, but realize how painful it was.
We sit in silence for a while and every now and then catch each other looking at the other. I would blush every time our eyes met and look away quickly. I sighed.
"So, I heard you will be able to leave by the end of the week. I was told I had to start bringing you your homework. Oh, and don't worry I paid your hospital bill for the entire time you will be here," Gamzee informs me on the situation. I hug him.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I'm putting you through so much trouble and making you spend money, which I'll pay back eventually."
"Don't worry motherfucker seriously it ain't a problem. I love to do anything that helps," Gamzee tells me with a contagious smile. I smile back.
"Gam. If you ever need something. I owe you everything so just fucking ask shitface," I tell him blushing. I look away and cough.
"Haha, sure thing little bro," Gamzee replied and it hurt. I hold back tears and fake a smile. "Little bro" echoed through my head. I am his little bro and nothing more... ever. My life sucks and I know it.