"GOD DAMN IT!" you screamed desperately trying to shake the offending mouse trap off of your hand. As the small plank of wood hits the side of a nearby tent, you silently curse your father for ever deciding to have children. You pull your hand to your chest and hiss at the residing pain. You seem to be having an unreasonable amount of bad days lately, and to think just yesterday you had been giggling like a school girl because Tavros had finally messaged you, amazing how things could turn around so quickly.

"GAMZEE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!" your head snaps up and you glare at the man who is currently making you replace every single motherfucking one of the mouse traps.

"The motherfucking trap snapped on my hand," you growl at him. He looks at you with a slight look of distaste.

"That's all, and here I was thinking it was motherfucking serious," he says turning to leave without as much as a backwards glance. You're furious, angrier then you've been all week, and you are more then ready to explode. You pick up the mouse trap and chuck it at the back of your fathers head as hard as possible.

"OUCH, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He shouts bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and turning to you.

"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with me is the fact the for the past 6 months, no wait make that the last 6 years, you have turned me into your fucking slave! You are on my ass and berating me at every chance you get, making me do almost everything, from cleaning Feferi's tanks, to making me replace every single one of the motherfucking mouse traps! If they where in moderation I would understand but you give me task after task after task, most definitely not a healthy workforce for an 18 year old and you want to know what I motherfucking can't take it anymore!" You're shaking with rage and the argument continues for a good 15 minutes, by the end you're running through the colored tents until you locate your purple one. Ripping open a few of your drawers you pull out clothes and stuff then into a bag. You grab your laptop from your desk before you're running through the tents again until you find your old truck; you don't use it much, only when you're moving locations. Yanking open the door you chuck your things into the passenger seat and start the truck. You drive around for a good hour getting lost twice before you find the familiar building. You march up the stairs to the second floor leaving all your stuff in the car to be brought up later. Quickly scanning the doors you find the one labeled B22, you pound your fist into the door allowing it to absorb some of your pent up anger. Footsteps are heard from the other side and the door is opened to reveal the familiar shape of your brother.

"Kurloz, he's being an asshole again, I need a place to stay," he just nods and users you inside.

Talking with Gamzee has left you even more confused, yet at the same time a strange sense of calm has settled over you. Resting your head on the desk you listened to the teacher ramble on and thought more about the tall stranger that for some reason taking up a large amount of your thoughts. Nepeta looks down at you and looks at you strangely before ripping out a piece of paper from her notebook and jotting down a quick note. She hands it to you under your conjoined desk and you lift your head to read the note.

: 33 hey tavros whats going on?

uHH… wHAT DO YOU MEAN, iF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING?

: 33 you cant hide anything from me tavros i know that look

Looking to your left you shoot her a questioning glance but she's to busy looking around the room with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

i STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, wHAT LOOK?

: 33 come on tavros that starry eyed look, zoning out way more then usual, you like someone

A huge blush takes up your entire face and your hand shakes as you write out a reply.

wHAT… i, uHH, dON'T REALLY

: 33 tavros as a expert shipper i know about these types of things, now tell me is it someone in this class

At this point she looks like a squirrel on caffeine as she fidgets in her chair looking at you with one of the biggest smiles that you have ever seen on her face. You mouth a quick 'no' to her and she deflates for only a second before stealing the paper from your hands again.

: 33 fine then i shall come over after school and we will discuss this new love interest of yours

nEPETA PLEASE, i REALLY DON'T LIKE ANYONE

: 33 lies i shall get it out of you tavros dont try to hide it

Looking back at your energetic friend you write out a simple 'f-FINE' and put the paper into her hands. She reads it and beams at you. That smile lasts the rest of the day until it's just the two of you in your apartment studying on top of your dirty coffee table.

"So Tavros are you going to tell me who it is?" she says grabbing your attention away from your math textbook.

"Nepeta I'm really sorry but I, uh, don't like anyone," you say shaking your head. She gives you a perplexed look before realization crosses her features.

"Yes you do, you just won't admit it to yourself," she says leaning across your coffee table to look at you strait in the eye. You simply look at her in bewilderment before your face turns completely red, Gamzee, for some strange and insane reason you have a crush on Gamzee Makara. Nepeta looks at your blushing face and bursts into a fit of giggles.

"I suppose you've figured it out then," she says sitting back down, you simply nod not quite trusting your voice to make real words, "Well, who is it?!"

"W-well, um, I don't r-really, uh, think it's all that i-important," you say fidgeting with your hands.

"Tavros come on I don't think that you've ever had a real crush on a girl before," she says squirming in her seat, but you on the other hand sit perfectly still as you think about the second meaning to her words. If you really do have a crush on Gamzee and that may just be a maybe, does that make you gay or bi or something, it's not like you really have enough experience to say one thing or the other. Being the awkward boy you are kind of drives off everyone, male or female. You're pretty sure that Nepeta would be thrilled one way or the other, but you don't think that you where ready to admit anything to yourself just yet.

"Nepeta I'll t-tell you later I promise b-but I need to think some things through, okay?" You say silently begging her not to push further. She just pouts and lets out a huff of air.

"Fine, but you have to promise you will tell me," she says fixing you with an unwavering stare. You give her a small smile before nodding.

God, you must look like some sort of coke addict in withdrawal, you think to yourself as you roll over on your brother's couch. After storming into his apartment like a bat out of hell you could finally feel yourself starting to calm down, only to think of your father and get angry again. You could faintly hear Kurloz bringing your hastily packed things from your car and setting them next to the couch.

"Kurloz, bro you don't need to do that," you say as he sets your laptop on the coffee table in front of you. He smiles down at you before quickly signing something. Geez it's been years sense you've needed to translate his speedy sign language. "Hey now motherfucker it's been a few years I'm gonna need you to go slower." He looks a little irritated but complies with your request.

'What exactly happened?' he signs looking down at you carefully.

"Just the usual, he got mad, I got mad, fights broke out and I left, but thank goodness I don't have to sleep next to a dumpster this time," you say sitting up and rubbing your face. Kurloz's hands move faster as a look of frustration and worry crosses his features.

'Why where you sleeping next to a motherfucking dumpster?' Dragging both your hands down your face you look up at him.

"Well I don't exactly have a place to crash at every location we go to, so when that motherfucker gets mad I don't really have a choice," you state leaning back in your seat and clasping your hands behind your head.

'You can't pay for one night in a hotel?' he signs still giving you the angry parents glare.

"Well usually it's longer then one night and he doesn't really pay me enough as it is," you say relaxing into Kurloz's couch. He just looks at you before sighing and disappearing down the hallway. When he leaves your line of sight you immediately turn to look at your computer. Would Tavros be on right now? You ask yourself eyeing its stickered surface. Talking with him is definitely what you would need right now. The computer is set on your lap as it boots up and you quickly log in. AdiosToreador is lit up indicating that he is indeed online. Shooting him a message he replies almost immediately. The two of you talk for a few hours and by the time you finally turn off your computer you can't even remember why you where mad.