Okay, so this chapter is a bit saddish. But I'm proud of it. It's well written by my own standards. I don't know what you guys think but have it anyways.

John flinches back at that and I quickly grab Gamzee's hand, gripping it gently. He looks at me and smiles faintly turning his gaze down on the table.

"Sorry bros. Don't know where that came from", he says quietly.

"Oh, no problem!" John says quickly, clearly a bit frightened. "But Dave isn't that bad all the time. When we lived in the same neighborhood he never did anything like this!"

"Well then he's mohterfucking changed. And to the worse", Gamzee says looking out the window onto the streets.

"I think he changed a while after, uh, moving here", I say and both of my companions look at me. "I-i mean I, uh, remember Dave being, um, nicer, earlier. To others. At that time we, uh, weren't really friends yet."

"And you're friends now?" Gamzee growls and I release his hand, pulling my own back.

It takes him a few seconds to realize what he just said. He then shakes his head and buries his face in his hands.

"John, can you drive?" he asks and John nods uncertainly. "Here are the keys to the car."

He puts down the car keys, gets up and walks off, exiting the restaurant. The two of us are left in a silence John finally decides to break.

"What just happened?" he asks and I sigh.

"I think Gamzee needs something more, uh, powerful", I admit. After a second John nods and gets up.

"Let's get you home, okay?" he says and I nod. It takes a bit more struggle getting me and my wheelchair into the car, but we succeed nonetheless and finally get to start the drive home. Oh am I happy John really knows how to drive a car.

"Thanks for bringing the car", I say and John smiles. "But, um, how are you getting home?"

John smiles widely and I look at him confused.

"I'll either walk or take the bus", he says cheerily. "Thanks for taking me with you two!"

I smile slightly as he waves a good bye and starts walking towards his house. I feel bad for not being able to drive him there, but I can't really do anything about it right now.

I go inside and get up to my apartment to wait for Gamzee, though I think he might not be back anytime soon.

wHERE ARE YOU?

I send the text to him as soon as I've closed the door and wheel to my room to wait.

SoMeWhErE i WoN't HuRt YoU. DoN't ExPeCt Me HoMe ToNiGhT.

I sigh as I read his text and put down my phone. I lean back in my wheelchair, feeling tired all ready, but refuse to go to sleep. I want Gamzee back.

I go over to the sofa where I lay down and stare at the black TV screen. Oh god do I wish Gamzee's all right. After laying there for a while I decide to do something. It's not even four o'clock yet.

To get to doing something useful I get back in my wheelchair and go to the kitchen. Maybe I could make some food for myself and Gamzee.

I don't really know what to make so I dig around the cabinets and whip up something simple, but edible. I take a plate of food for myself and put the rest into the fridge for Gamzee, if he's hungry when he comes back home.

I eat my meal and fall into my thoughts. Where would Gamzee go? Probably to one of those nightclubs he tells me about sometimes. But would he get drunk? That wouldn't be good. He could hurt someone. What if he hurt himself? I'm pretty sure I'd blame myself for not stopping him.

Then I start thinking back. Right after I stopped him in bed. He said he took two pills, that's the right amount. How come he was acting so weird then? Where the pills old? Or did he really need something stronger?

I put the dishes on the table, not feeling like putting them away properly. I wheel to my room and start up my computer, digging out some paper and a pencil while waiting for the slow device.

Finally it opens up and I check Pesterchum, which is pretty much empty. I open up the internet and go to YouTube to look for songs. I don't know how, but I end up listening to Perfect Two.

While the song plays I start sketching something. The song ends too quickly, though, and I put it on repeat. Don't say anything; I'm just too lazy to keep switching the song.

I continue the sketch and it ends up being a bit saddish, but still nice. It pretty much has me and Gamzee holding hands once more, but this time it's at the edge of a cliff. Why did I draw this again? I put a few words of the song on the background, into the stars of the sky.

Sighing I put the paper down and put my head down on the table. I don't even realize falling asleep, but I jerk awake in the middle of the night. I bury my face in my hands and try to get the trembling to calm down. It was just a bad dream. Just a bad dream.

I take a deep breath and look around. Still no Gamzee. I grab my phone with trembling hands and write the text to Gamzee.

pLEASE COME HOME, i'M SCARED,,,

I swallow the lump in my throat and get into bed. I take off everything but my boxers and bury down under the covers, pulling them up to my ears. I don't want that terrifying nightmare to come back.

I wake up for the second time that night, but not to a nightmare this time. It's the slightly uneasy breathing next to me that gets me up.

I examine the figure there and find it to be Gamzee, sitting on the floor, head and arms on my bed, apparently asleep.

I tug at his shirt and he jerks awake, looking at me. His makeup is totally ruined and he seems to have been crying.

"Gamzee?" I whisper and he stares back at me, not saying anything.

"Come here", I say and pull him up into my bed. This might not be the best of my ideas, but I hope it will get Gamzee happier.

I gently kiss him and he answers the kiss almost desperate, like this might be a dream and he'd wake up any given moment.

I gently pull at his shirt and the way he rips it off tells me I can't go back anymore. It's now or never.