Two updates today. Not too bad. We're nearing half way here!

I watch as Gamzee dances to the songs I tell him to, including Party Rock Anthem, Barbra Streisand and other songs. Usually he passes them with five stars, getting hi-scores on some of them. I watch him as he dances and think about last night. I then think about what Karkat said.

Maybe a new relationship with someone would help me? And maybe, just maybe Karkat was going to tell who would have been interested. Was someone interested in me?

Wait a second. Something clicked in my head. Karkat was going to tell me about someone interested in me, one of my friends. Which friend's secret would Karkat care for that much? I link this with what I heard last night and facepalm.

Gamzee glances at me, missing a few moves, finishes the song and turns to me.

"What now bro? Something wrong?" he asks worriedly.

"N-no! Nothing! Nothing at all!" I say rather quickly and he tilts his head, not buying it.

"Really Tav, what is it?" he asks taking a step towards me.

"J-just realized I have some homework to be done", I cover up with the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Huh, really?" Gamzee asks sitting down next to me. "Well, I don't feel like playing anymore."

"I'm not, uhh, forcing you", I say and he smiles, taking the game out of the Wii and putting it away.

"What now?" he asks and I ponder things for a second. What could we do?

"I think I, uhh, might want to do the homework to, um, get it out of the way", I say and he nods, flipping on the TV.

I escape to our room and pull out the homework I was originally going to do on Sunday. Maybe I should really do them.

I start on the homework I have been assigned to do, but can't think straight. All I can think of is Gamzee might like me as more than a best friend and I don't know if it's true. Now that I think about it, he does act a bit too friendly around me. Always a bit... Clingy, perhaps?

Oh god, how stupid could I have been? It doesn't take an idiot to notice how protective Gamzee is around me, or how much he does for me. He knows I have the strength to wheel myself around but he pushes me instead. He helps me get in and out of my wheelchair when I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's what I must be. But do I have feelings for him? That I'll have to think of some more. But now, the homework. I can't just return them empty, and if I do them now I won't have to later.

I finish my homework, but it takes me almost an hour. I sigh in relief and pull out some paper from my desk, sketching something on it. It looks painfully close to two people holding hands on a hill.

I continue the sketch and it starts to have a sunset as the background. I stare at it, deciding whether or not to draw myself and Gamzee on it. Well, why not go for it? See what I think of it.

I start the other as myself. Drawing my Mohawk from behind is terribly hard, but not impossible. I don't think of myself as a good artist, but it's not half bad to speak the truth. I quickly finish the sketch of myself and look at the one next to. I can already see the Gamzee's bushy hair there.

"Who's the other gonna be?" Gamzee asks and I turn around so quickly I almost fall off my wheelchair.

"Woah! Easy there! Just me", Gamzee says grabbing my hand and keeping me up.

"D-don't scare me like that!" I squeak not getting anything else out. How could I tell him I was thinking of drawing him? Oh, now I know how Gamzee must feel all the time.

"Sorry, sorry. So who were ya gonna draw. You drew yourself pretty good", he says peering over me at the picture.

"I haven't really decided yet", I say. Well, it's half true anyway. "Any suggestions?"

I watch his face closely and it looks like he has an idea of who, but doesn't say it. Instead he starts thinking about it some more.

"Nah, not really. Do as your heart tells you, Tavbro", he says smiling. "Want some juice?"

"Would you, possibly, get some for me?" I ask turning around and starting to sketch the clothes.

"Of course I would", Gamzee answers and I hear him leave the room.

I quickly sketch the clothes and move on to the hair. It doesn't take too long from the angle of the picture, since nothing much usually is on the backs of two people. So I finish rather quickly and start inking the lines. After erasing every useless thing, leaving the uncolored picture there I smile. I look around the room to see Gamzee on his bed with one cup in his hand, half empty, and the other is on his bedside table.

"Want the drink now?" he asks smiling and I nod. He grabs it and brings it to me, peaking at my drawing.

"Woah, dude, is that me?" he asks, looking stunned.

"Uh, yeah. I hope, it's not too bad", I say timidly, smiling a bit.

"No shit, bro, that's awesome!" Gamzee says grinning.

"You think so?" I ask looking up at him. He's looking at my picture like it's something that will save him from the cruelties of the world.

"Motherfucking yes", he smiles and empties his own glass. "I'm gonna go put this back."

He leaves me to color the picture and I get this feeling he just fist pumped the air and jumped at the same time. Well, maybe I guessed right. Now to just tell Gamzee I might even feel the same way.

I already have the gratest of ideas for it. All I need is some time, paper and colors.

I drink the juice Gamzee brought me and start sketching a new picture. If I'm right, and he has feelings for me, then he most definitely will like this picture, even if I can't really draw too well.