Oh, now that I remember, someone asked me about why I took the original version down. Well, simply it's because it's against the site rules to write in second person view (you did this and you did that). Don't ask me why, but it's the rules and I'm gonna obey them from now on.

I had been dreaming of a fun time with my friends, while I still had my legs. The dream, though, was abruptly interrupted by Gamzee. First thing I noticed was he was moving. He had moved so his hands were around my waist and his leg was somewhat uncomfortably between my legs.

Even as the position was terrible I didn't want to wake him up. He had always been a bit cranky when woken up early. I twisted just enough to see what time it was. Seven in the morning. Just great. I'll just try to get some more sleep.

It takes me the better half of two hours before I finally fall into a restless sleep, getting once again woken by Gamzee moving, this time pulling farther away from me. I tense for a bit, but then remember he's in my bed with my permission, sort of. Relaxing I look at him and smile a bit.

"What time is it?" I ask groggily trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"Near ten", he answers and I instantly perk up.

"Two more hours", I mumble smiling slightly. Then I start getting a bit nervous. This would be my first ever date with anyone.

"Two hours for what?" he asks tilting his head and I resist the urge to giggle at his funny look.

"Oh, yeah, I, umm, have a date with Dave", I answer and his expression goes weird for a second. He looks like he can't really think of anything.

"What?" he asks voice a bit hoarse and I blink a few times.

"Well, we chatted for a while yesterday, and he sort of asked me out", I mumble and look away, feeling the blush creep up my chins.

"Oh", he says a bit strained and gets up, throwing the blanket off of himself and off of me at the same time.

"Is something wrong?" I ask worried. Did I do something? Insult him maybe? Or did I say something wrong?

"Nothing. Figured I'd get some motherfucking breakfast", he answers and leaves to the kitchen. I look after him for a while before getting in my wheelchair and grabbing a big shirt. I wheel into the kitchen to find him making some bread. I take some cereal and tee for myself.

I fall into my thoughts while eating and snap out of it only when I hear the TV flip on. Quickly I put away my dishes and disappear into my room. After looking around for half an hour I decide to put on a T-shirt with one of my favourite bands' logos, a loose brown hoodie on top of that and pull on some greenish, whatever that color is capris. I've said something to Gamzee while I was looking for clothes, talking mostly to myself, since he didn't seem to be too into the conversation.

After choosing my clothes I go to the bathroom. I use some gel to get my mohawk to stay down, but don't really want to use too much. I then brush my teeth and after staring at my reflection for a while I decide this would have to be good enough.

I go back to the living room, or more like the hall from the living room to the other rooms, and look at my reflection. I'm rather happy with it, like I usually wouldn't be. I almost jump out of my wheelchair when I hear the knock on the door and quickly go open it.

"It's precisely twelve o'clock, and I'm here to pick you up for our first date", Dave says smirking and I smile back shyly.

"Yeah, uhh, I'll go get my keys, and we can go", I say and grab my keys from the kitchen, taking my phone with me. "Gamzee, I'm going now. I'll be back before four."

With that said Dave grabs the handles of my wheelchair and despite me resisting rather weakly he pushes me to the elevator and we're on our way.

As I guessed, the date isn't anything special. First Dave takes me to a small cafe, where we get something to drink and talk about, well, nothing in particular. Then he pushes me to a park and buys ice cream for the both of us. I sit in the park for a while, watching kids playing around. I feel kind of depressed watching the kids run around with each other, since I can't really do that.

"What's wrong?" Dave asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, umm, it's nothing", I try to shake it off, but Dave doesn't stop there.

"Oh yeah? I can see something's botherin' you, so spit it out", he says blankly.

"I was just thinking of running, when I still could..." I travel off and my gaze drops to the ground. I'm caught off guard when Dave picks me up out of my wheelchair and sets me down on the bench next to him, hugging me closer. He doesn't really say anything, just holds me, but it helps a bit.

After sitting there for a while and getting a strange look from some older woman Dave asks if I'm better yet. I nod and smile slightly and he grins a bit.

"Knew some cuddles would cheer you up", he says and I stick my tongue out at him.

The rest of the date is rather enjoyable and soon we're saying our good byes in front of my apartment. He walks down the stairs and I enter the small apartment just to find it empty. So Gamzee's gone somewhere, probably out of boredom.

I don't really worry too much and start making some food, even though I'm pretty bad at it. I just feel too happy right now to really care. Maybe I'll ask Gamzee where he is after eating.

I put the dishes into the dishwasher and take a plate of food for myself. It's not as bad as my cooking usually is. It actually is edible. I'm delighted and I grab my phone sending a message to Gamzee asking whether he would come to eat with me now or would I put the food in the fridge for him. The answer is a yes for the first and not too long after that I hear him come in.

"Hi Tavbro!" I hear him say from the hall and I smile.

"Hi Gamzee", I answer. "I made some food for us."

"You made food?" he asks coming into the kitchen. He takes some onto his plate and sits down in front of me. "Smells nice."

My smile widens at the look on his face. He probably didn't think it would be edible, and I don't blame him for that.

"Bro, dude, this is motherfucking miracles!" he says grinning and takes more of the food, devouring the whole dish quickly.

I laugh at his silly choice of words and think I couldn't feel happier.