DISCLAIMER: HOMESTUCK AND ALL IT'S CHARACTERS DON'T BELONG TO ME AND THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS REMOTELY MINE IS VARA.
When Vara went to college the next day, she was met by various stares ranging from, shock and admiration, to disgust and pure hatred. "Vara!" a familiar voice called.
Vara turned in the direction of the voice to see her friend John Egbert running to meet her. She gave him a small smile, and stopped allowing him to catch up to her. "Good morning John," she said to the panting young man.
"Morning…Vara," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
"What's got you so excited?" she asked curiously as she rubbed circles on his back to help his breathe easier.
"I heard you on the radio yesterday! When were you going to tell me that you were a radio show host?!" he demanded good naturedly. John Egbert was what most people would consider a nerd with his square framed glasses, slight overbite, and Ghost Busters t-shirt, but what won people over were his bright blue puppy dog eyes his wide joyous grins that one can't help but to return.
"I just found out I was gonna be one yesterday," she said with a sheepish smile as they fell into step on the way to their first classes. John dropped her off at her class before leaving for his. After bidding John goodbye, she climbed the steps of the lecture room and sat in her seat. She opened her textbook to the proper chapter and was jumped when she got a light tap on the shoulder. She turned her head to the owner of the hand and found the blue blooded troll in steampunk clothing that never really talked to anyone.
He gave her a shy smile, "Excuse me, but would you happen to have a pen that I could use?" The troll was a tall, thinly built troll. He wore a set of goggles that covered the upper part of his face, a long sleeved high collared vest that had gold buttons holding it place, slightly baggy dark brown pants, and combat boots of a lighter hue of brown. Add in the fact that his hair was pulled back into a pretty ponytail and you have yourself a gentle badass, if that was even possible.
Vara gave him a small smile back, "It's alright, I think I have one in my bag." The red head reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a blue gel pen, handing it off to the high blood. "Will this do?"
The blue blood's face lit up in a relieved smile, "Oh thank you very much! This is so embarrassing! I usually come to class prepared. I've been so distracted lately."
Vara gave the troll a reassuring pat on the back, "It's alright, I won't tell anyone that you forgot something, as far as I know you came prepared."
The blue blood gave her the most adorable smile she'd ever seen. "My name is Horuss Zahhak, and you are?"
"Vara Afolter, pleasure to meet you," she responded, holding her hand out for the troll to take. Horuss shook her hand, and they both sat straight as the professor finally walked into the classroom. They were to design and create an invention, and it has to work by the end of the semester. They were allowed to partner with anyone of their choice so long as they didn't distract each other.
Vara was pondering on what she wanted to build when she suddenly remembered the anime that Dave and Dirk had gotten her to watch. With that thought in mind she got out her sketchbook and immediate started creating her rough draft. She was trying to figure out how to fuel the invention when she heard Horuss's voice by her ear. "What are you inventing?" he asked, looking down at the sketch curiously.
Vara blushed sheepishly, "Well you see, these are going to be AT's, basically automated rollerblades. I got the idea from this anime my friends got me to watch, but I can't figure out what could possibly fuel them."
Horuss got a serious look on his face as he took in her strange predicament, "My inventions usually run on steam power, perhaps we can change the AT's to do the same."
"We?" Vara raised a brow, noticing how the blue blood included himself.
A blue blush spread on his cheeks as he laughed nervously, "How rude of me! What I meant to say was, we can if we partner up, if that is alright with you."
Vara smiled at the troll, "We better get to work if we want to get to begin building them." The red head found it adorable how the ravenette's visible features became completely blue, and found it amusing when he began to sweat profusely.
"Y-yes! Right away!" from there the pair were able to create the blue prints for the project and would meet at the blue blood's house to continue from where they leave off due to him having the materials. When Vara told Horuss about her job at the radio station with the Makaras he was very understanding about it and agreed to meet her after she was off. He even asked her what the other Makaras were like.
"Others?" Vara asked curiously, she had originally thought it was just Gamzee and Nashir.
Horuss nodded in confirmation, "Yes. I know the middle Makara, Kurloz. I used to be his matesprit's moirail."
"His what?" she asked in confusion. Trolls were still fairly new to her, so their terms were confusing to her.
"His matesprit's – Oh! I'm sorry, I assumed you knew, but I keep forgetting how new trolls are to this planet," he apologized. "Any who, a matesprit is, in the most basic of human is the troll you love, and a moirail is essentially a best friend, though sometimes moirails won't like each other and its more of an obligation."
"Oh," Vara nodded in acceptance before her brows furrowed in thought, "but you said used to be, what happened? From what little I know about trolls, positive relationships are close ones right?"
Her heart felt a twinge of sadness when she saw the sad smile on his face, "Our moiraillegiance didn't work out for either of us. She wasn't the best help when it came to my feelings, so when we felt it was getting unhealthy we ended the relationship."
"But you still miss her," it was more of a statement than a question. Without thinking, she put a hand on the blue blood's shoulder, comforting him as best as she could.
Horuss nodded sadly, but still kept his smile though it was completely forced. "It's alright, these kind of things happen all the time. A troll's ultimate goal is to fill all four of their quadrants, you just have to find the right people to fill them."
Trying to lift the somber mood surrounding the troll, Vara tried decided to change the subject. "What are the other two quadrants, if you don't mind me asking?"
The troll's smile became more genuine at the question, "I've already explained to you the flushed quadrants, or the positive quadrants. We have two more ashen quadrants, dealing with our negative emotions. The first is the auspistice quadrant, which is the only quadrant with three trolls. The auspistice's job is to mediate between two trolls and prevent their feud from boiling over into a caliginous rivalry. Then there is the kismesis, which I can't find and accurate human translations for, but the closest would be a potent arch-rivalry with sexual tension present."
Vara paused to take all of it before her brows knit in confusion, "Wouldn't it be better if you didn't need a kismesis?"
Horuss chuckled at this question, "How is a troll supposed to become stronger or become more wise without someone to challenge them?"
"I guess that makes sense," Vara answered hesitantly, reluctantly seeing the necessity of those who hate you.
Noticing how hard she was thinking on it, Horuss decided to change the subject to a lighter subject, "Pray tell, what is your schedule?" He brought is own out of his backpack. Vara pulled her own out to find that she had most of her classes with him except for music.
She noticed the horses on his backpack, "You like horses?" Horuss immediately perked up and went on a semi-long rant about the beauty of horses that amused the redhead to no end. She laughed at the end of his rant, causing the troll to blush in embarrassment.
"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to babble," Horuss stuttered.
Vara waved him off, and continued to giggle, "It's no problem, I get the same way when I have a really good idea, double that if someone could catch on to what I'm thinking. Also, I can see why you like horses so much, but I pretty much grew up around them because my uncle owns a ranch – "
Horuss's large hands dropping on her shoulders cut her off, prompting her to look in his wide awe filled eyes, "You must tell me what its like! Do you take care of them? Brush their manes? Did your uncle allow you to ride the hoof beasts?! I must know!"
"Slow down, one question at a time Horuss!" Vara exclaimed, getting dizzy from being fiercely shaken by the excited troll. Said troll complied but continued to give her an expectant look, waiting eagerly for details. Vara had to stop and blink a few times so the room would stop spinning, "Yes, I did help take care of them, and I loved to brush their manes. And yes, Uncle Jamal let me ride them to stretch their legs, but he always told me to be careful because his horses are big."
"Do you happen to know what breed they are?" Horuss asked curiously, completely enamored by the thought of the majestic beasts.
Vara made a face as she tried to remember, "He has three or four Clydesdales, a pair of shires, and pretty white Belgian horse."
Horuss sighed dreamily, "Such strong breeds. Do you think they'd be able to carry me?"
Vara smiled in amusement, happy to see how excited the troll was, "They're pretty strong so it wouldn't be hard for them to carry you." Their conversation was cut short when the bell rang for them to go to their next class. Vara groaned in dread when she suddenly remembered that her art class was halfway across campus, meaning she'd have to run in order to make it in time. "C'mon Horuss, we'd better hurry if we don't want to be late." They hurried out of the classroom, and Vara nearly tripped over the taller troll when he suddenly kneeled in front of her. She gave him a puzzled look as he looked back at her.
"It would be faster this way," Horuss said, fighting a blush and sweating profusely. Vara didn't argue, noticing how some people were starting to stare, and just went with it. When she was properly situated on his back the blue blood carefully stood up and tapped his left heel on the ground twice, deactivating the steam powered de-strengtheners in his legs. "Hold on tight," he ordered gently. The redhead complied and tightened her hold on his neck and was glad she did because once he thought her grip was tight enough, he took off running.
And damn was he fast!
Vara had to bury her face into the blue blood's shoulder to keep the wind from whipping her hair into her face. Unfortunately that didn't help as much as she thought it was because Horuss's hair just whipped at her neck. Her stomach lurched when the troll skidded to a halt mere feet from the classroom door. "That was awesome!" Vara exclaimed excitedly as Horuss gently sat her down.
The blue blood gave her a shocked look, "R-really?" Vara nodded vigorously, earning an amused smirk from her new troll friend. He held the door open for her as they slipped into the empty classroom. They realized that they'd arrived early due, so they decided to pick out their seats for the rest of the year, and whispered about their project. Not long after they arrived, more people entered the classroom and filled out the seats around them.
A tall, indigo-blooded troll sat next to the pair, giving them, drawing their attention to him for two different reasons as he pulled out a well-worn sketchbook. He bore a strong resemblance to her coworker. His hair was more grown out than Gamzee's and because of that, it engulfed half of his horns and curled around his face in a way that made it seem small. He had skeletal face paint and followed the theme with a skeleton jumpsuit with purple shorts and boots. Vara liked his outfit and vaguely wondered why his lips were stitched shut.
He took note of them and gave a closed eyed smile as he waved at them. Horuss grinned at him and happily waved back, "Hello Kurloz! How are you today?" The troll, Kurloz, used sign language to reply, and Vara took note of how Horuss seemed to understand him.
"Oh, forgive my manners, this is my friend Vara. She and I will be working on an invention together," he answered.
Kurloz nodded and held a hand out to her, grinning when she took it and gave it a firm shake. He signed to her, but she only furrowed her brows in confusion, unsure of what he was saying, "I'm sorry, I don't know sign language."
Kurloz nodded in understanding as Horuss translated for him. "He asked if you were the same person that Gamzee couldn't stop talking about?"
The redhead perked up at the familiar name and nodded, "All good things I assume?" Kurloz answered with a wide grin as he nodded.
"He said that you were a smart lil mama with an open mind and great tasted in music," Horuss served as their medium so they better communicate.
Vara prided herself in the fact that she was the hipster of music. She would always find the best new artists or songs before they were general knowledge. She would introduce them to her friends and from there it would spread through their school within a week. Now her job was to simply introduce any new music and artists as well as talking about the things that go on around the world. She'd be lying to say that she wasn't looking forward to it.
Overall the class was relatively laid back. All they had to do was fill a portfolio of all their pieces and hand it in. Every month there would be a specific topic or idea that they'd need to hand in to the teacher. They were required to do at least three different art styles for their portfolio and everything else would be a participation or quiz grade.
Vara waved goodbye to Horuss after he gave her the address to his house, but not before the blue blood gave her a warning. "My apologies for not mentioning this earlier, but I must warn you about my ancestor and fellow descendant. You see, they are stuck in the old ways and believe that your kind are beneath them. Please do not be offended if they give you orders or talk down at you, it is just the way they are."
Vara nodded her understanding and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's alright Horuss. I'll try my best not to offend them." Horuss gave her a grateful smile and left her to go to his next class, leaving her with Kurloz who gestured for her to lead the way. The redhead wasn't sure how she was to communicate with the troll now that their translator had left.
Suddenly, she felt this intrusive feeling in her mind. "Are you going back to the station?" The deep, raspy voice that echoed in her mind made Vara flinch as she looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Kurloz's shoulders shook with laughter as he chuckled at the young woman. Hearing his throaty chuckles, Vara turned her head to the mute troll with a raised brow. The voice returned, "Don't worry lil mama, you're not losing your think pan. I'm using my chucklevoodoos commune with you."
Vara was slightly disturbed by the fact that he easily entered her mind, but pushed that matter aside for later. Instead, she answered his question, "Well, to answer your question, yes. I'm returning to the station after my classes are over."
The taller indigo heaved a sigh of relief, "You don't understand how glad I am to here that. Most humans don't come back the next day."
Vara nodded but furrowed her brow in thought, "I honestly don't see anything wrong with Gamze. He's intelligent, thoughtful, and very sweet, so what could be so bad that all the others before me couldn't stand to stay?"
She looked up at Kurloz when he didn't answer, and her eyes widened at the hostile scowl that was there. She knew it wasn't directed at her, but she was afraid for the person it was for. "They were ignorant motherfuckers that thought Gamzee was a fuckin' stoner. They would belittle the motherfucker and make him feel bad even when he did something right."
A deep frown marred Vara at this news, "Well that's not fair to Gamzee. He's working just as hard as anyone else to make this work, so why would they try to exclude him like that?"
Kurloz scoffed, "They saw him as competition. Even if he was competing, did they honestly think we would fire him just because they didn't get along?" Vara chuckled at this.
"That does seem pretty unrealistic," she mused before seeing a familiar door coming up. "Well Kurloz, it was nice talking to you, but I've got to get to class. Thanks for walking me." She took off to her classroom, running backward to wave at the Makara and turning forward once he reciprocated it.
When she reached her music class, which was just down the hall, she found a couple of familiar faces, one of which she found the most shocking. "Gamzee?!"
Said indigo troll turned at his named and a wide grin spread on his face when he found the person who called him. "Sup Sis! What're the motherfuckin' chances?" he asked as he approached her, giving her a fist bump in greeting.
"Since when were you in my music class?" she asked with a raised brow.
"Since I up and motherfuckin' realized that school started last week," Gamzee answered nonchalantly.
The redhead furrowed her brows at this, "Don't they send a letter letting you know when the semester starts?"
Gamzee laughed unabashedly, "I motherfuckin' forgot where I up and put it."
Vara couldn't help but chuckle with as they went to find a seat, "Well I'm glad to see a familiar face." They didn't say anything else as the teacher walked in.
"Alright guys, today I want you all to play or sing a song for me so I can gauge what we need to work on. I will call you up and – " the teacher was cut off by knocking at the door. He opened it to find a tall blonde human with a grey baseball cap on his head and triangular shades that hid his eyes as he gave their teacher, Professor Carter gave the young man a blank stare. "Late again Dirk, and I was hoping you'd make it this time," he sighed.
The young man, Dirk, bowed apologetically to him, "I'm sorry man, I really tried this time." You could see that from the way that was panting, His clothes didn't exactly work in his favor. Dirk was clad head to toe in black. Though the tank top he wore may have given him more room to breathe, it was still black, which absorbed more of the heat than his other clothes. His face was shining with sweat as he looked up at the teacher and pouted.
Carter sighed and gave him a stern look, "Take a seat Strider." The blonde grinned at the professor and, in an impressive show of acrobatics, hopped onto the first set of desks and performed a double front flip into his seat beside Vara.
"Show off," she snorted as she gave Dirk a brofist without looking. Dirk chuckled at her as they brought their attention back to the teacher, Vara promising to explain her actions to a confused Gamzee after class.
"As I was saying, I'll call you up and have you perform for the class. I'll give you a few minutes to gather your thoughts before we begin," Professor Carter said, before setting up the microphones and instruments that they had the option of using.
The trio whispered to each other, discussing what they would sing. After a few minutes of debate, Vara got an idea and whispered excitedly into each of their ears about what songs she thought that they should sing. Gamzee and Dirk's eyes widened before wide grins spread on their faces. "Motherfuckin' miracles, lil mama," he chuckled ruffling her hair.
When Gamzee removed his hand Dirk took his cap of his head and put it on Vara's, pushing the bill over her eyes. Vara giggled and raised the bill enough to see, but kept the hat on. She had to keep pushing it up due to the cap being too big. By the time they settled down, Professor Carter was ready to start picking people out of the crowd. "Before I begin, do I have a volunteer?" everyone fell silent, and Vara debated on raising her hand before someone beat her to it.
"I'll go."
All heads turned to a violet-blooded troll with an unlit cigarette in his mouth sitting on the very end of the top row. The troll was obviously a sea dweller with the fins where his ears would be and the gills running down his neck. He looked like a greaser with his slicked back black hair, white t-shirt that had a purple Aquarius star sign, black leather jacket, and pants. Professor Carter smirked in satisfaction at having a volunteer, nodded at the royal blooded troll, "Alright Cronus, come on down."
The sea dweller, Cronus, obliged and swaggered down the isles. Vara caught his eye, and he gave her a flirtatious smirk as he passed. Vara leaned over her desk in anticipation as he situated himself in front of the microphone. She'd never heard a troll sing before, sure she heard them rap, but they're completely different. She raised a curious brow at the troll as he whispered in Carter's ear and he nodded his consent to something. Cronus turned back to the crowd of his peers and smiled sheepishly, "I'm gonna need a little help here. Do any of you knowv howv to play guitar and drums?"
"I do," Vara and Dirk said in perfect unison. They smirked at each other at due to the moment of perfect harmony on their part. That's what they liked about each other they can always harmonize when the situation called for it.
Cronus smirked at them and motioned for them to come down. When they got there he pulled them to the side. The class watched as they whispered to each other and exchanged knowing smiles before they broke up to go to their respective spots. Dirk sat behind them on the drum set that Professor Carter sat up. Vara picked up the beautiful Cyprus wood electric guitar, admiring it for a few seconds, as she began to tune it. She checked the amplifier before settling into her place beside Cronus.
The entire class fell silent as they waited for their display. They jumped when Vara struck a single chord that bounced off the walls in the room. Dirk began to set a familiar beat that was familiar to the people in the room. They soon understood what song they were doing when Vara began playing the intro to the song. Dirk and Vara fell into perfect harmony as Cronus tapped his heel to the rhythm of the song. A wide smile spread on his face as he got a feel of the song and began to sing into the mic.
"They told him don't you evwer come around here
Don't wvanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their wvords are really clear
So beat it, just beat it"
Vara, Dirk, and a majority of the human students were surprised to find that Cronus's voice was dual toned. Dirk and Vara vaguely wondered if that was how a troll's voice worked when they sang.
"You better run, you better do wvhat you can
Don't wvanna see no blood, don't be no macho man
You wvanna be tough, better do wvhat you can
So beat it, but you wvanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it
No one wvants to be defeated
Show em howv funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter wvho's wvrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it"
Vara was definitely impressed with the sea dweller. Though they signed up for this class there weren't that many people that would put that much soul into it. She pushed those thoughts away as she returned her attention to the music. She enjoyed the sound of the music they were able to produce.
"They're out to get you, better leavwe while you can
Don't wvanna be a boy, you wvanna be man
You wvanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You got to showv them that you're really not scared
You're playin' wvith your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they'll beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wvanna be bad"
Cronus began to clap along and their classmates followed suit. He had a lot of charisma and was able to make his audience follow his pace. Vara, Dirk, and Gamzee all hoped that they could move a crowd like that.
"Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wvants to be defeated
Show em howv funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter wvho's vwrong or right
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x6]
Beat it [x6]"
Cronus grinned at Vara, hoping she could measure up as the guitar solo came up. Professor Carter was shocked into silence as the three of them merely shared glances and they were on the same page. The sea dweller pulled Vara's borrowed cap back so the bill was lined up with her neck. Gamzee watched as if he were in a trance as he once again witnessed Vara's fingers flying over the strings of the guitar with her eyes closed in blissful concentration. She and Cronus danced around each other with the violet blood hooting and hollering in encouragement before he finally took over by performing a power slide as he sang his heart out with Dirk and Vara singing back up.
"Beat it (Beat it)
Beat it
No one wvants to be defeated
Show em howv funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter vwho's wvrong or right
Just beat it (beat it), beat it
No one wvants to be defeated
Showv em howv funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter wvho's wvrong or right
Just beat it
No one wvants to be defeated
Show em howv funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter wvho's wvrong or right
Just beat it [x8]
Beat it [x8]"
As the music faded, the entire class was engulfed by silence for a few moments as Cronus panted from coming down from his musical high. A wide grin spread on the sea dweller's face as he turned to his temporary band members. "You cats ain't bad. Especially you, doll," Cronus wriggled his eyebrows at Vara, earning an amused giggle from her. Gamzee and Dirk bristled at this. Dirk's natural protectiveness over the redhead made him wary of Cronus's advances. He wouldn't step in unless he gave off the bad kind of signals. Gamzee, however, was similar, only he knew Cronus through Kurloz, and knew that he was flirt. He also knew how desperate and how much of an asshole he could be and didn't want him to mess with his new friend.
He watched as Vara laughed when Cronus pulled her into a playful headlock and took the cap off to ruffle her hair. Vara held out her fist to the older troll, and he smirked at her as his fist met hers. "You're not so bad yourself, for an amateur," she giggled, finding that he reacted similarly to how Dirk would when they had an especially good jam session.
Cronus gasped in feigned offense, "Amateur! I was noddin' off wvith howv bad you wvere playin'." Their teasing was all in good fun, and Dirk slowly relaxed around the sea dweller.
Their funfest was cut short when Professor Carter cleared his throat, "That was indeed a magnificent performance. Cronus, I must say that I'm new to how troll voices work, but I can't find much fault with your voice. Ms. Afolter, you can go next if you don't mind."
Said redhead nodded to the teacher and grabbed Cronus before he could go back to his seat and Dirk stretched his legs a little before settling back down on the drum kit. Cronus raised a curious brow at the shorter girl as she pulled him down to her height so she could whisper something in his ear/fins? A grin gradually grew on the sea dweller's face, "I knew you were one cool cat, doll, but this just proves it." She handed the guitar off to Cronus and adjusted the microphone to point down at her.
Vara giggled at him before she and Cronus began to stomp a beat. Cronus kept stomping in rhythm as Vara began to show off by hand-boning like how her friend John taught her. Those who knew the song joined in, adding to its effect as she went right into the song.
"Are you worth your weight in gold?
Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone
Hey, stranger, I want you to catch me like a cold.
You and god both got the guns, when you shoot I think I'd duck.
I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, 'No more war, no more clothes!
Give me peace.
Oh kiss me!'"
Vara never told him and Dirk what song she was going to sing, so needless to say it surprised Gamzee when recognized the words after a moment of thought. She didn't strike him as the type to actually like this type of music, and her clothes weren't exactly fitting for the situation. She was adorned in a forest green turtle-neck short sleeved sweater with white jean shorts and a pair of black ankle boots. It gave him more of an R&B vibe than alternative rock. He listened intently as she went into the chorus with Dirk and Cronus as back up.
"Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me.
Vara started hand-boning again.
"You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!"
She clasped her hands together as if she were begging someone for mercy with a mock distressed look on her face as she sang the next verses.
"Oh I'd confess, I'd confess in a room where I'm blessed.
But he didn't come and speak to me,
Or put my heart at ease.
And I believe that half the time
I am a wolf among the sheep
Gnawing at the wool over my eyes."
At this part, Vara pulled the bill of Dirk's cap over her eyes with a slight smirk. In the very top row next to Cronus's seat, sat an identical sea dwelling troll who watched with fascination at the human girl's voice. He'd heard humans sing before, and though he was disgusted with most of them, there were a few exceptions in his eyes. He was impressed by the girl's voice. Trolls were naturals at singing, and Cronus was one of the best he'd ever heard, and yet this human girl with no dual tones to enhance her voice, was easily capturing her peers' attention after Cronus's exhilarating performance.
"I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, 'No more war, no more clothes!
Give me peace.
Oh kiss me!'
Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me.
This time everyone tried to clap to the rhythm, not even trying to do what Vara did, but still feeling good about getting the beat right. The entire class, even Professor Carter shouted along with the trio as they harmonized on the next verses. Dirk deepened his voice while Cronus sang at a slightly higher note than Vara to accommodate the pitch that she had set.
"You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!"
Vara put her hands to the sides of her head and bowed over the mic as though she was getting a massive migraine.
"Fix me, or conflict me.
I'll take anything.
Fix me, or just conflict me.
Cause I'll take anything.:
The redhead pumped a fist in the air and the entire class copied the gesture.
Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me.
You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!"
Dirk and Cronus suddenly stopped playing altogether as Vara clapped twice into the mic. Her fellow peers cheered in joy at the performance, as their expectations got higher for the next performers. They were told to go back to their seats to take a brake as the next person went up. They agreed to hang out later at lunch before returning to their seats. Gamzee threw an arm around Vara's neck rubbed his cheek against her, "I knew you were a motherfuckin' miracle!"
"Gamzee," Vara whined, opening one eye to look at the troll, "you're getting your face paint in my hair." True enough, when the indigo pulled away, he found streaks of white in her hair and running down the cheek he was rubbing against.
He gave her an apologetic smile as he wiped the paint away, "My motherfuckin' bad lil mama. I keep motherfuckin' forgetting that I wear the stuff."
Vara waved him off, "Don't worry about it. It's not the first time I got paint on my face, and it won't be the last."
Gamzee smiled at her gratefully for being so understanding before a thoughtful look came over him. "Say sis, do you motherfuckin' know how to beat box?" he asked, gaining Vara and Dirk's immediate attention.
The redhead nodded, "Dirk taught me how, but I'm not as good as him just yet. Why do you ask?" Her only answer was a face splitting grin from the indigo troll that made her question what exactly she was getting into.
What's Gamzee planning? Find out in the next chapter!