As you know, Homestuck does not belong to me. Or does it? *eyebrow wiggle*
I'm already having feelings about this fanfiction.
Sorry for errors. I usually do these things in a rush, then I check over them a couple of days later and fix the mistakes. Lol.
Reviews are what I live for.. Hinthint..
"You're taking the bus tomorrow. I have to be at work tomorrow early," Karkat told Gamzee with a mutter under his breath, "Stupid fucking boss thinks he knows everything, makes me get him coffee; I'll put poison in that fucking coffee..." Gamzee didn't catch the rest as he pulled away. He watched him get on the road, and Gamzee swore he could hear him yelling at the car in front of him, calling them jackasses who should get their licenses removed and cremated.
He let out a little chuckle and pushed his hair out of his eyes. It was a little warm outside, warmer than it had been in the past couple of months. It usually was a bit nippy, making him wear a jacket and jeans. But today the sun was shining, and it seemed like the perfect weather to go kick it on the beach and paint for a while. Maybe he'd go do that after he visited his little friend here.
Gamzee started walking up the pavement, waving at two little girls with bald heads laughing with each other, taking sips of soda, waving back, and asking their nurses something.
He opened the doors and walked up to the front desk. He rang the little bell and waited for that nice lady to come back. Once she sat down with a spin in her chair, she looked up at him with a friendly smile. She said, looking down at her paper, pen in hand, "Gamzee Makara, am I right?"
Gamzee nodded and laid his elbow on the end of the desk, slouching down to read exactly what that paper said. She seemed to notice he was wondering, so she covered it up with her arm as if to tease him. He made a sort of face that asked, "Really?" and stood up fully.
"Okay, you're signed in," she said, looking up from the paper but not removing her arm. Gamzee nodded but didn't move. He looked down at her name tag. If she knew his name, he'd know her's too.
"Aradia, right?" he asked before continuing. She nodded. "Can you maybe, uh, tell me anything about this Tavros character?"
"Tavros? I guess. What's to know about him? I'm one of his close friends, and I know he can be difficult at times, with him not talking and all, but you have to give him a chance before you go and-"
"Oh, so he doesn't talk with anyone else either? I thought it was just me. Ya know... I wouldn't like it very much if someone came into my room every day and talked to me about random shit either, but.." Gamzee trailed off and cracked a smile.
"No, he doesn't talk very often. He has his moments though, trust me. It's not that he doesn't want to speak. It's more like he's scared to. He blames himself for his accident, and his family life wasn't so good as a kid... He didn't have many friends. He was isolated from society for a long time, and I guess he doesn't want to talk because he's scared that people will reject him again, call him names, bully him."
"Oh. So the kid had it rough..."
"Kid? Ha. Tavros is a couple of years younger than you. He's 24."
"24? I thought he was, like, 18? 16?"
Aradia giggled and spun her chair so she was facing away from Gamzee. She put some papers in the filing cabinets, her eyes jumping from file to file.
"What about you, Aradia? What made you want to help out here? You don't really seem like you'd be the type to do this. No offense, of course."
She spun around to face him again, her eyebrows arching at the sound of her name. "Oh, me? Well, I'm fascinated with life. I think I inherited it from a past life"- they both smiled- "I also like studying death, what people see when they have near-death experiences, what it's like to die, how it feels, where you go. I find it all very interesting, and, I don't know, I guess anything having to do with that topic just attracts me to it, you know? And here at this place, I get to witness both. Sure, it can be painful at times, but I think it's worth it to see smiles instead of frowns when they do... go." He nodded. She said a quick, "Well, bye, Gamzee." and vanished to the back room.
Gamzee noticed she left the key on the desk. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket.
As he walked, he tried to understand her passion for it. She said when they go. Did she mean death? But he already knew that. He already knew almost every one ever put into his home was going to die sooner or later. So, why was he so surprised? Maybe it was because he was hurt by this fact. It meant that that sweet boy would have to go too. Tavros Nitram. Tavros Nitram was going to die, and he couldn't do anything about it. Those girls outside were going too. That girl in the wheelchair was going also. Gamzee shook away the thoughts, deciding that he would just have to make every second of their lives perfect until they left, until they ascended to the heavens, leaving this world behind, probably for the better.
That was also on his To-Do List. He added to it mentally.
To-Do:
1) Make Tavros Nitram talk
2) Make sure every second is perfect for those who are ill
He nodded to himself and turned the key in the door, pushing it open with a double knock.
"Tavros. You in here?"
Once again, the lights were off, but the window supplied enough light to see clear enough. He was waiting by the window again, still in his pajamas. When Gamzee walked in, he swore he could've seen Tavros's mouth turn into a slight grin then vanish. He could've swore.
"Today I was thinking we could do something," he said, closing the door behind him.
Without turning away from the window, Tavros pointed behind him to a heap of stuff on his floor. Gamzee walked over there to see what he was up and pointing at. It was a box of puzzles, all completed and laying on top of one another.
"Puzzles?" Gamzee asked, arching one eyebrow and looking at him. "Look, brother. I'm not up and doing no puzzles. That shit is for real boring." He got his attention now. Tavros sat up and turned around to look at Gamzee, interested. "I thought we'd do something that was actually entertaining."
Tavros smiled at him, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly. He cocked his head to side as if to say, "Like what?"
"When's the last time you up and washed that heap of hair of yours?" he asked him, walking over to him and landing his hand on his head. "I know mine isn't fashion-model beautiful, but at least I brush it sometimes."
Tavros shrugged and looked down.
"Come on, man. We can give you a fly motherfucking haircut today, if you'll let me."
Tavros arched both of his eyebrows and looked at him as if to say, "Are you fucking kidding me? You can cut hair? Like I'd believe that in a million years..."
"Nah, man. I promise. I can give real good haircuts. Don't take my hair as an example though," Gamzee let out a little chuckle, "Choose a due out of one of these magazines."
He grabbed some off of his bed and handed them to him. He couldn't help but notice that one of them had a naked lady on it, and you looked up at him with a, "Seriously? You go, man." look and a smile of amusement. Tavros blushed heavily and put that magazine under all of the others.
He started looking, roaming, flipping pages for his haircut he wanted. It was as if he never got this opportunity before his injury, as if he'd never gone to a professional hair-stylist before, as if Gamzee were anything close to that. Before he could get wrapped up in his thoughts, Tavros pushed the magazine in Gamzee's face and pointed at one on page 37.
Gamzee took the magazine and held it up close to his face. He's always had really bad vision. But that was another story for another day. He looked at the model. His hair was in a loose Mohawk, some of the strands flipping off of it in a stylish kind of way.
Gamzee looked up from the magazine and smiled at him like a dork. "We can totally up and do this motherfucker! So simple! You might just have to up and wait until tomorrow though. Kinda can't run home, with my friend Karkat all drivin' me here everyday."
Tavros's smile faded a little bit, but Gamzee put his hands up to stop him, "Don't worry though, bro! We'll totally do this shit! Have a little patience, huh?"
Gamzee punched him in the shoulder lightly, and they both cracked grins.
And the next day, Gamzee kept to his word. He brought a big bag full of supplies and mirrors and brushes and all kinds of shit. He practically ran off of the bus, the bus being because Karkat had work early. He ran/jogged up the sidewalk, signed in in a hurry, and ran up the stairs with a smile planted on his face. He placed the key in, turned the lock, and pushed the door open.
"Come on, Tav. You ready?"
His hands were soapy and then rinsed. He put a towel around Tav's neck. He clipped precisely. He shaved the sides of his heads with accuracy, leaving a little bit of fuzz. He combed through the hair and blow dried it. He messed it up with a towel, making Tavros laugh. Every time he'd bend over to get something out of his bag, he'd drop the towel on Tavros's head and over his eyes, surprising him and getting little giggles out.
"Sorry, did I put that there?" Gamzee would say every time until it got old.
He sprayed Tavros's hair with a bottle of water, splashing him in the face once and making his nose wrinkle. He trimmed up around the edges a little, getting a couple of loose strands that had no mind to be up in this new fabulous hair due. He made Tavros close his eyes as he spiffed it all up.
"Open your eyes, motherfucker!"
He did, and he's eyes filled with delight. The sides of his head were shaved, a loose, bright brown Mohawk on top. Two strands were fleeing from the scene and flopped in his eyes. He blew them out of the way and turned around to look at Gamzee. He looked like Gamzee had just gotten him a puppy or a luxury car. He was just so damn happy.
"Like it?" Gamzee half-laughed, knowing the answer already. Tavros nodded enthusiastically. "Good."
After a minute or two of Tavros looking at himself in the mirror and squashing his cheeks or making facial expressions, Gamzee finally said with a hinted chuckle, "Come on. Let's go show Aradia."
Tavros nodded with delight, and Gamzee grabbed the handlebars on his wheelchair. Together, they went out of the door, racing down the hall, and down the elevator, having way more fun than you could ever have than playing with puzzles.
Definitely continuing with this! :D This is one of my favorites I've probably ever written, because it's such a good prompt? I wish I had the URL of the person who gave it to me (too bad they were on Anon..).
I am not racist. I love puzzles. My best friend is a puzzle.