Okay, so here's the third chapter. Took me too long to edit :I

Oh well.

Oh, and before I forget. This story will be full of all sorts of pairings I like. That means that there might be even the weirder ships in there. The GamTav part will come eventually, don't worry.

My name is Tavros and-

Not this again. I don't want this. Let's try this again.

I play with my food as I sit with my friends in the cafeteria. Rose is sitting next to me and talking quickly to Nepeta. They probably were arguing about something. That's what they always did.

I snap back to reality when I feel a hand go through my hair and watch as Dave sits in front of me.

"What were you thinking 'bout?" he asks looking at me with the slightest bit of curiosity visible.

"Uhh, nothing really", I say smiling a bit and take a bite of my food. I'm really not that hungry at the moment.

"You're gonna starve if you don't ever eat anything", he points out taking a big bite out of his food.

"Don't worry. I, uhh, eat at home. Gamzee makes good food", I say and notice him tense a bit before relaxing again.

"Almost forgot you live with that juggalo", he says as cool as ever. I frown a bit and this doesn't go unnoticed for him. "What?"

"Nothing", I say quietly and continue picking at my food. He starts a chat with Nepeta and I feel a little left out.

"So, I'm having this party on Saturday for my friend John. He and his family are moving here soon and I thought they need a good welcome to the neighborhood", he says poking me on the forehead to get my attention.

"You're all invited", he says. "You'll come, right?"

"Uhh, sure", I say nodding slightly and he smirks.

"Great! See you all later", he says, ruffling my mohawk once more before leaving with his tray.

I look after him for a while before leaving myself and heading for my next period. I silently wonder if Gamzee was invited too. Might as well ask Dave when I see him next.

The day passes quickly, but I see no sign of Dave. I just barely notice him after the last bell rings.

"Dave!" I catch up with him and he turns to look at me one brow cocked up.

"What now?" he asks leaning against the wall.

"Oh, I, uhh, was going to ask if you'll send a more accurate invitation. Or something", I stammer looking at the ground.

"Sure, sounds good", he replies and I look up, smiling a bit. He smirks a bit and ruffles my mohawk again. "See ya later."

I watch him leave and quickly wheel out of the building. I need to catch the bus or it would be a long trip back to my apartment.

I take the elevator to the third floor. I'd prefer our apartment to be a bit lower, maybe on the first floor even, but at least there is an elevator. I don't really know how it would work out without one. Or if it broke for that matter.

After tossing the keys on the kitchen table I head to my room to start on my homework. Gamzee doesn't seem to be here. He's probably somewhere, maybe at the library with Sollux or somewhere watching all his miracles. I take a little over an hour doing my homework and notice how hungry I really am.

Wheeling to the kitchen I grab a sandwich and go to the living room to eat. Cooking isn't really my thing. I flip the TV on and start surfing the channels, looking for something interesting to watch.

I watch TV for the better part of an hour before I hear the door open and close.

"Is that you, Gamzee?" I ask turning to look at the door, which I could see from the living room.

"Sure thing, motherfucker", he greets me, smiling his usual dopy grin. "Eaten anything yet?"

"A sandwich", I answer and he briefly visits the living room to take my plate away.

"I'm gonna fix us a dinner. You'll starve if you don't start eatin' well", he says sarcastically and I hear as he starts to take out ingredients. I'm oddly reminded of Dave. He said the same thing today.

"Dave told me that too", I say and regret it instantly. I can't see into the kitchen but I just know Gamzee froze. At least I can't hear him moving.

"Oh motherfuck!" he yells and I hear glass shattering.

"Gamzee! Are I all right?" I ask worriedly, a little shocked. It would take far too long to get into my wheelchair and I probably would just be in the way in the kitchen, so I just turn around to see the doorway.

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't worry your head about it. Just up and dropped a plate is all", I hear him answer and he continues making food. I wonder what could have made him drop the plate. He usually wasn't that careless.

Still pondering this I don't actually notice him before he sits down next to me on the couch and hands me a plate of noodles.

"Thanks", I say absent-mindedly and he looks at me with a weird expression.

"Something bothering you?" he asks but before I have a chance to say no both our phones beep a message and I dig my phone out of my pocket.

"Dave's throwing a party to welcome John", Gamzee says, confirming my suspicions. I had also received the invitation.

"I'd like to go. Do you, uhh, think you could also come?" I ask smiling a bit.

"Of course! Wanna welcome a new motherfucker to town", he says grinning a bit and I smile. At least something is working, if not my brain. Gamzee's acting normal again.

We eat our food talking about the day and watching the TV, occasionally commenting about the stupid shows that made no sense. I'm laughing and smiling more than usual and I like it. It's nice to be around Gamzee. He leaves for a while to go talk to Karkat on the phone. I hear him talking, but don't want to be rude by listening, so I turn the TV up a bit.

I almost fall off the couch in surprise when I hear Gamzee yelling.

"What do you mean with that? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? No, you can't be serious!"

Then he continues with a lower tone, and I can't hear him clearly anymore. My heart is racing and I try to calm myself down. Why would I be this afraid? What of?

"FUCK YOU! MOTHER OF FUCK! SHUT UP!"

This time I actually fall off the couch and yelp in surprise. I hear as something collides with the wall, apparently Gamzee's phone. I sit there for a second, not sure what to do and rub my arm, which I had hit on the table while falling.

Soon enough Gamzee comes to the living room and looks at me puzzled.

"What are you all up and doing on the floor?" he asks. He doesn't seem to understand.

"Oh, umm, you sort of, scared me. With the yelling", I say shyly blushing a bit.

"Oh shit, sorry bro", he says instantly helping me back on the couch. "Didn't mean to all up and scare you like that."

"No, it's okay", I say smiling a bit. "What got you so mad?"

Gamzee visibly tenses at my question before looking to the ground.

"Karkat just said something. I don't really feel like talking about it", he answers, uncharastically quietly. I just nod my head in response and look back to the TV.

My attention is quickly drawn back to Gamzee as he settles his head on my lap, feet hanging off the armrest of the couch. He closes his eyes and falls asleep quickly, which gives me no possible way of escaping.

A glance at the clock and I know I have time before I actually need to go to sleep. It's only nine p.m. I just decide to keep watching TV and spend the rest of the evening doing that with Gamzee asleep on my lap. At eleven I carefully lift his head off my lap and get into my wheelchair. I don't really know how I managed it without waking him up, but I'll take it. I head off to our room and go to sleep in my bed.