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"John" you say softly trying to get your matesprit up. John. Wake up. He shifts a little on the couch before opening one eye.
"Hey I gotta go to work now" you tell him.
"Huh" He says. Oh crap. Sorry I didnt wake you up. He looks at the clock which reads 3:04pm. Your suppost to be at work in 15 minutes.
"Its fine" you say. Im up so just go back to sleep. You look like you need it. Before you can leave he grabs your arm.
"I want you to stay with me" he says quitely. You look at him, and gog he looks so adorable. You wish you can just lay with him all day. But you need the money.
"I cant" you tell him. I really fucking want to but you know we need to pay bills right?
"Yeah I know" he says giving you a weak smile. A couple of kisses later he allows you to leave. You work at a music store with Gamzee. Its fucking stupid but it pays good money. Its a couple of blocks away from your apartment so its not a far walk. Once you get into the store your greated by a Gamzee's high ass.
"Hey motherfucking bestfriend" he says while playing with some guitars.
"Stop fucking playing with those before you break one and you get your ass fired" you sneer.
"Come on im not gonna motherfucking break one". Im just admireing them. You roll your eyes and get behind the counter. Buisness is slow everyday. no one usualy comes in. A few people come in just to look at things but never buy. Sometimes you wonder why this place has'nt gone out of buisness yet.
To your suprise a girl with a buff guy wrapped around her waist come in. The guy looks about 40 while the girl looks like shes 18. You try to pay them no attention since their probably just going to leave emty handed. You were wrong. Out of the corner of your eye you see the girl stuff something down her shirt. Thats not something you see every day. You go over to where she is and confront her.
"Excuse me" you try to say politely. But im going to need you to take out whatever you just put down your shirt.
"Excuse me"? she questions you. Hey Pete get over here! You swallow hard as you see the older man approch you. He looks like he could probably kill a man with one swing.
"Pete this mean thing here wants to see whats down my shirt" she says.
"W-what"? you stutter. You could'nt believe it. Was this bitch really going to do this?
"Listen you little what ever the hell you are". This is my girl. You keep your little dirty eyes off of her or I'll knock em outta your head.
"Im a gog damn troll asshole" you say loud. And I dont want to look at your girlfriends tits. I saw her put something down her shirt. Thats stealing.
"Seeeeee" the girl whines. Now he's saying I stole shit. Hit him. The guy named Pete takes a step towards you with clenched fist. Before he could swing at you Gamzee steps in between you and him.
"Woah woah woah motherfuckers whats going on"? he ask.
"This dumbass right here wants to look at my girls tits and now he saying she stealing" the buff man says.
"Look" Gamzee begins, what if my brother did see her take something after all? You guess that pissed the guy off even more because he took a step closer to Gamzee and clocked him in the nose and both ran off. You start to run after them but Gamzee calls after you.
"Man its not motherfucking worth it" he says. You cant believe him. Even with indigo blood draining from his nose he does'nt want you to go after them.
"Seriousely" you yell at him. He just fucking punched you are'nt you mad?
"Come on Karbro" he says. Its still not worth it. He puts a hand on your shoulder put you just push it away and run. You hear him calling your name but you just ignore it. Everything was your fault. You caused John to get beat up and now Gamzee. Who's next. You run until you reach your apartment door. You take a moment to catch your breath before unlocking the door. But oddly enough its already unlocked. You enter the dark apartment to find everything off and no John. Today was his day off from work and he usualy just stayed home. You turn on the lights and head into the bathroom. You stop half way down the hall to see something terible. Blood. Lots of it. A whole trail leading right into the bathroom. You slowly follow the trail. When you get inside the bathroom your heart drops. John. He's leaning on the wall holding his stomach which looks like it had been stabbed. You drop to your knees and hold him. He's still breathing, but there heavy.
"John" you say. John. John! He slowly opens his eyes a little to see your face which was now covered in red tears. He rubs your face before passing out again. You quickly whip out your cell phone and dial 911. You can bearly speak but manage to tell the operator what happend. You hang up the phone and hold John in your lap.
This was all your fault. All your fault.