Tavros: 5:00PM

Algebra is kind of hard to explain to someone who hasn't always had a fully stable school career. And it wasn't the easiest to teach Gamzee what he has missed out on in class. I open the text book between us as we sat on my bed, I showed him a few ricks and short cuts for equations. It helped him some, he was able to understand a little more and I also went over with him essays and poetry for our English class. Gamzee wrote a short story but he wouldn't read it to me...when I'm looking down at the poetry book I had open he had leaned forward and kissed the top of my head. My cheeks felt hot and I knew I was blushing hard. I smiled big but didn't lift my head from the book.

Gamzee: 5:00PM

Tavbro has been helping me with some work, I know some of it and it's not that hard. Before my mother died she used to homeschool me. And when from when I was five to when I was eleven I actually went to school, then my father wanted me to start with the carnival that's when my mom homeschooled me. I had already met Tavros but I never saw him often, I only had met him in person twice before just this year we had always sent letters to each other. I'm not dumb but I'm not smart so Tavbro helping me out is nice. I wrote a poem for him, well I didn't actually give it to him yet I am sorta self-conscience and insecure. I wouldn't know what he'd think of it.

Gamzee: 2 hours earlier ~3:00PM

"ugh noo," I growl to myself crumpling up yet another piece of paper and throwing it over my shoulder. I really am trying to write a story or poem for Tavbro. I really love him, and he's trying hard to help me with my school work, the least I can do is show him I'm making progress by writing him a nice poem. Or a short story, something! Hmm how about...

Tan skin and dark eyes, dark shirts and blue jeans.

Juggalo makeup and shaggy hair, Purple tee's and skinny jeans.

White makeup smudged on his cheek. Pink lips replace where the makeup once was on me.

Wiped off and exposed, he can see the real me. He always was able to.

Through the makeup, behind the act, he was able to see my pain.

When I whispered I love you, he said it too, and that pain went away.

I'm just a skater and he's much more. He's smart and has potential. He brightens up my day.

I don't know how to tell him, so I sit here and let the day waste away.

How does he know how much he means to me?

I lean back on the park bench and tilt my head upwards. I look at the blue sky, no more circus tents blockign my view.

He walks up to me with his smile, bright as usual...I smile back at him. I get off the bench with my hands shoved in my pockets and my shoulders almost hunched. I raise one hand and say, "Hey Tavbro." And together we walk away.

(Close story)

Well...hopefully he will like it, I guess I'm not good enough to write poetry. Probably not up my alley just yet, eh whatever man I still got my sick fires.

He walks in and I turn sharply to face him hiding my notebook behind my back.

"Hey Gam, what ya got there? Taking notes?" He says smiling walking up to me. He gives me a small kiss and I shake my head.

"Nah Tavbro, I wrote you a story." I say shoving the notebook back into my bag. He tilts his head almost confused.

"What? So I can't read it?" He asks and I shake my head returning the kiss he had just given me.

Gamzee: 5:00PM

I move away his book, I put a pencil in it and placed it on the floor. I pull him closer to me and put him in my lap. Now this way he's taller than me so lean my head on his shoulder. I kiss his shoulder, and up his neck till I reach his cheek. He is blushing madly, looking at me with a grin he can't seem to control. I whisper in his ear, "I love you Tavbro."

"I love you too Gam." He says leaning his head on mine.