Sorry I didn't update yesterday. Hopefully you don't mind too much. But here's the next chapter anyways. I'll try getting a few up again today.
I wake up to the sunlight entering my apartment. I then notice I'm still in Tavros's bed, quiet close to him actually. He's sleeping his back against my chest and I have my arms around his waist, one leg between his legs. I blush slightly and carefully pull my leg away. For once I am quiet glad my bro doesn't feel his legs.
My movements get him to stir and he tenses for a second before remembering last night's events and relaxes. "What time is it?" he asks groggily and I glance at the clock. "Near ten", I answer and he perks up.
"Two more hours", he mumbles and I raise myself on one elbow, looking at him.
"Two hours 'till what?" I ask tilting my head a bit, but given to my current position it doesn't really do much.
"Oh, yeah, I, umm, got a date with Dave", he answers turning around. I freeze, staring at him, not really seeing him. He has a date with Dave? Since when?
"What?" I ask not sure if I heard correctly.
"Well, we chatted for a while yesterday, and he sort of asked me out", Tavros mumbles blushing and looking away.
"Oh", I manage. I throw the blanket off of me and get up rather quickly. Quickly enough to get Tavros's attention.
"Is something wrong?" he asks and I feel a bit bad for making him worry.
"Nothing. Figured I'd get some motherfucking breakfast", I answer grinning lazily and Tav smiles at me. I don't bother with my clothes and walk to the kitchen in only my purple boxers, staring into the fridge. It seems very hard to decide on what to eat.
I end up eating a few sandwiches and Tavros soon joins me taking some cereal and tee. I eat in silence and he seems to fall into his thoughts, not focusing on anything.
I keep my gaze on his eyes, but they seem to stare straight through me into nothing. Shrugging it off I rise and grab a glass to get something to drink. I chose orange juice, since Tavros always told me to not drink Faygo the first thing in the morning. Talking about something it did to my teeth, I guess.
So I drink a glass of orange juice, put the glass away and look at the clock. No hurry to anything really. Might as well watch some TV.
I slump to the living room and turn the TV on. It seems this snaps Tav out of his little trance, since he wheels over to the kitchen counter and puts away his dishes, disappearing to our room straight after.
It's nearing twelve and I've actually managed to get on some loose pants. Other than that I haven't really done anything. I've played on my computer for a while and checked out some of my cellphone's features, but mostly I've watched some shows on the television, none of them being very good.
Tavros on the other hand has been getting himself ready. He has done something to his mohawk, I notice, but I'm not sure what it is. Maybe he used some hair gel, I am not entirely sure. He has also been looking for the right clothes, deciding that if the date would be at some cafe he shouldn't dress too greatly.
I look over my shoulder and end up staring at Tav.
He has on a T-shirt with one of his favourite band's logos on it, and since it's sort of chilly outside he's got a plain dark brown (almost black) hoodie on top of it, the zipper pulled up to around his chest. He's also got a pair of capris which end a bit under his stumps, but not too far down to make it look silly. I simply can't tear my eyes off of him, even though I only see his back and some of him from the image in the mirror.
A knock on the door gets both our attentions and Tavros goes to open it.
"It's precisely twelve o'clock, and I'm here to pick you up for our first date", I hear Dave say and immediately return my gaze to the television, gripping the remote tighter than necessary.
"Gamzee, I'm going now. I'll be back before four", Tavros yells to me and the door is closed. I stare blankly at the television and decide I want to see someone. And probably I'd want to take my pills, too. It wouldn't be nice to tear the whole place down in my anger.
I fetch my pills from the bathroom and pop two out of the can. I put them in my mouth and wash them down with some water. After that I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of something. It so happens to be Faygo and I smile a bit. God I love Faygo.
After this I begin my search for my cellphone. Honestly I can't remember where I put it. It takes me almost fifteen minutes to find that damned thing before I can start going through my contact list.
Of course I choose Karkat, why wouldn't I?
TC: hEy BeSt FrIeNd, MiNd If I cOmE oVeR?
TC: iT's BoRiNg HeRe AlL aLoNe.
CG: WHERE DID YOU LOSE YOUR BROCRUSH NOW?
TC: he's on a date with DAVE MOTHERFUCKING STRIDER
CG: WHAT THE FUCK?
CG: SO SOON?
CG: I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY WHERE DATING.
TC: cAn I cOmE oVeR?
CG: WAIT, I'LL ASK JOHN.
TC: oH, iS hE tHeRe? ;o)
CG: FUCK YOU.
CG: GET YOUR LAZY ASS HERE THIS INSTANT.
TC: tHaNkS kArBrO :o)
TC: hOnK
I shove my phone in my pocket, get a shirt and add a fresh layer of make-up on my face.
"All up and ready to go", I say grinning widely. My reflection stares back at me looking a bit strained. I need to get my chill on before getting to Karkat's place.
The walk over to my bro's apartment gives me enough time to calm down and act like nothing ever happened. I knock at his door before opening it, which is rather unusual for me. After closing the door I proceed deeper into the apartment and find John and Karkat playing some wicked game with zombies and monsters.
John glances at me and smiles.
"Hi Gamzee!" he says cheerfully and looks back at the game in time to see his character die. "Shoot!"
"Aha! I win!" Karkat yells and I sit down on the sofa next to John.
"What awesome game is this?" I ask smiling slightly.
"It's Left 4 Dead, and we're supposed to work together", John says, not able to really do anything to Karkat, who's sitting on the floor farther away.
"So what?" Karkat asks, while John gets his character back up and goes help Karkat with the monsters.
The day continues like this and I beat Karkat's ass in any game he chose, having close matches with John. I guess this is one way of forgetting Dave, if only just for the moment.
