Gamzee Makara. The name was still floating through your head. You just couldn't seem forget it and you where almost 100% sure that you had heard that name somewhere before. That was only reason you haven't just forgotten about the whole incident yet; at least that's what you managed to convince yourself. You had already put Gamzee's chumhandle into the computer at the shop, but you haven't yet gained enough confidence to actually message him. Although doing so probably would have saved you a few headaches and sleepless nights. You're still immersed in your thoughts about the strange boy when you feel a soft poking in you middle of your back.
"Tavros are you okay?" Nepeta asks in a hushed voice just as the bell rings signaling the end of class. You stand up and grab your bag slinging one strap over your shoulder.
"I'm f-fine why do you ask?" You say turning towards her.
"Well," she says, "You just seemed a little distracted and I was wondering if everything was okay, you know home wise?" You give her a sad smile, Nepeta was the only one who knew what had happened with your parents, although she had found out on accident, it meant a lot that she had kept such a secret.
"N-no I'm doing fine, really, you don't, uh, need to worry," you say walking out of the classroom in front of her.
"Are you sure, I mean you've been really distracted lately," she says craning her neck to look at you.
"T-there's nothing wrong Nepeta, really," you say leading the two of you to your shared locker.
"Well you've been thinking about something quite a bit; a penny for your thoughts?" You just turn to look at her debating whether or not to tell her about Gamzee and how you couldn't seem to get him out of your head.
"Nepeta, have you, uh, ever heard of anyone named, G-Gamzee Makara?" She gives you a confused look as you get to your locker.
"Wasn't he that juggler from the circus?" You froze, of course, he was the weird guy that you thought was staring at you, but why would he give you his chumhandle; this just didn't make any sense.
"T-thanks Nepeta it had been bothering me." She tilts her head at you in confusion as you open your shared locker.
"Why was the name of some juggler be bothering you?" She says in that innocent tone of hers.
"W-well it was my favorite act and, uh, I just couldn't place the name." That was it; you had just lied to your best friend for the first time, and you had done it like it was almost nothing. You immediately you felt an overbearing sense of guilt. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell her what was really on your mind, but you didn't, you just switched out your books out for your next class.
"Really, see Tav I knew that you had a favorite." She then grabbed her binder and ran off to her next class, leaving you alone to your thoughts. As soon as she was out of sight you closed the locker and walked in the opposite direction towards the bathrooms. When you opened the door you quickly noted that the room was empty, perfect place to think until 6th period. You quickly went into the large handicapped stall closed the door behind you and sat with your head in your hands. What was wrong with you, why would you lie to Nepeta, and for what, some random juggler from the circus? This wasn't right you weren't supposed to lie to Nepeta and you weren't supposed to fall for a random stranger. Wait where did that come from, falling for some random stranger; that's not what was happening, was it? Ahhh, stupid brain thinking stupid thoughts. You slam your head against the stall door just as the bell for 5th period rings throughout the hallways. You really shouldn't be thinking about this so much but lets face it, he is the only person who has ever shown any romantic interest in you (unless you call Vriska's passive aggressive tendencies romantic interest). Needless to say you're flustered, why would anyone take an interest in you? You're plain and clumsy and he's probably forgotten about you by now.
You are almost a hundred percent sure that your smile is five miles long. If meeting him on some random shopping trip isn't a miracle then there is no such thing, and now you have a name to put with the face, Tavros, just the way it rolls off your tongue when you say it. Not to mention he's the cutest motherfucker you've ever seen, the way his face seemed to glow red when he was embarrassed, you where hooked. Staring up at the roof of your tent smiling like a total and complete fool, you wouldn't even care if Terezi started bugging you.
"What the hell are you smiling at you creepy clown!" You turn your head to look at your best friend in the whole world.
"Karkat, miracles are real," You slur turning your head back towards the ceiling.
"Okay… are you high?"
"No man," you sit up on your bed, "Remember that cute ass motherfucker I was talking about, with the Mohawk?"
"Yes?"
"Well I went with Fef to get her cool fish some motherfucking food right, and he was right there, working at the shop." Karkat fixes you with a suspicious stare.
"Okay, so…"
"So gave him my chumhandle." He sighs deeper then what you thought was possible for a 19 year old.
"Gamzee you can't give random strangers a way to stalk you."
"No man he wouldn't do something like that."
"How the hell do you know, this guy is a complete and random stranger that for some reason you won't stop talking about!"
"Maybe I should have asked him for his."
"Gamzee are you even listening to me, for all you know this guy could be a sex offender!"
"Bro no one that cute could be anything evil."
"You know what fine, but don't come running to me if you get raped." Karkat then stomped out of the tent an angry glare secured onto his face. You ignored his last comment and grabbed your laptop off of your bedside table. Turning it on you immediately opened pesterchum. To tell the truth you where starting to get worried, it had been a week and he still hadn't messaged you. Now you really wished that you had asked for his, at lest then you wouldn't have to worry about never seeing him again.
This was it, you where going to do it, you where going to message him, you thought as you walked towards the pet shop. This had been weighing down sense the moment he handed you the piece of paper and you need to get it off your chest for the fear that it might suffocate you. Walking through the front door you gave a small nod to Meulin before going into the back room. You quickly sat into the computer chair and turned on the old computer praying that it turned on before you lost your nerve. Watching the screen go through its usual start routine you began to chant to yourself, you will message him, you will message him, you will message him. The computer turned on and you logged into Pesterchum continuing to silently chant, you will message him. You chose his chum handle and clicked the message box, you will message him. You typed in a simple uHH… hELLO and let your finger hover over the enter key, you will message him. Closing your eyes you hit the key and watched the words go up on your screen.
-adiosToreador began pestering terminallyCapricious [TC] at 15:45-
AT: uHH… hELLO
TC: hEy MoThErFuCkEr I wAs StArTiNg To ThInK yOu WeReNt GoNnA mEsSaGe Me
AT: wELL, uHH, i DID, i SUPPOSE…
You couldn't help feeling like this was really weird, talking to some guy you met once, not to mention this guys quirk gave you a little bit of a headache.
TC: aNd BoY aM i HaPpY tHaT yOu DiD
What is that supposed to mean, maybe you shouldn't have done this it's just leaving you with an even bigger headache, but you needed answers.
AT: sOOO… uHH, wHY EXACTLY DID YOU WANT ME TO MESSAGE YOU
AT: i MEAN I DONT THINK IVE EVER, uHH, mET YOU BEFORE YESTERDAY
TC: wElL i SuPpOsE wEvE nEvEr MeT iN pErSoN bUt YoU cAmE tO mY sHoW
So he was the juggler from the carnival, but why did he want to talk to you? This was making you even more confused, maybe you shouldn't have messaged him. It would have been better if he had just remained some mysterious stranger.
"Tavros are you just going to sit back here all day or are you going to work," Meulin scolds with her hands on her hips.
"Oh, y-yeah just a moment," you reply looking at her over your shoulder. She gives you a nod before walking back into the store's front. Looking back towards the chat box you debate just closing the box but you quickly decide against it knowing just how rude it would be.
AT: hEY, iT WAS, uHH, nICE TALKING TO YOU BUT I NEED TO WORK NOW
TC: tHaTs CoOl BrO iLl JuSt MeSsAgE yOu LaTeR
-terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased pestering adiosToreador at 15:47-
Watching the chat box close down you let out a long breath, out or relief or something else you're not sure but you could tell that this wasn't going to be the last time you spoke with Gamzee Makara.