Another update! I think we're making progress guys!

I continue the drawing after Gamzee leaves. I'm sort of worried for him, but I let that be for a while and continue to draw in hopes the finished work will improve his mood. I'm hoping I'll finish it today, but I wouldn't mind it taking a bit longer. Tomorrow would be a good day too.

I waste almost three hours just for drawing the picture. It's hard, and I have to look up many pictures on the net to get it to look close to right. I haven't really drawn anything like this, neither done much of it, but I hope it doesn't look terrible.

I let the drawing be for a while to eat and think. I make something small and easy for myself and stare at the unfinished picture while thinking. So, Gamzee must have some feelings for me. And I know I could definitely have some for him. Maybe it would help me get over Dave better if I were dating Gamzee? I seriously don't know.

It's not like Gamzee isn't good looking. I know he was pretty popular for his looks in school, and I admit I thought he was kind of hot the first time I met him. We just sort of became friends and I never thought about dating him after that. Neither did I think it possible for him to like me as more than a friend.

I pick up my phone and open my Pesterchum on it. I check if Karkat's online and start a chat with him.

adiosToreador began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]

AT: uHH, hEY KARKAT,

CG: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

AT: i WAS WONDERING, uM, iF GAMZEE HAD ANY FEELINGS FOR ME?

AT: lIKE MORE THAN IN, uHH, A FRIENDS WAY,

CG: HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW?

AT: yOU'RE HIS BEST FRIEND, SO I, uM, tHOUGHT HE MIGHT, uHH, tELL YOU, oR SOMETHING,

CG: YES HE WOULD.

AT: sO DOES HE? yOU SORT OF LET IT, uHH, sLIP, aT SCHOOL,

CG: FUCK ME.

CG: FUCK MY LIFE PLEASE.

CG: GOD DAMNIT.

AT: oHH, sO HE HAS?

CG: CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS ON FIGURING IT OUT.

CG: TOOK YOU FUCKING LONG ENOUGH.

AT: gOOD,

CG: GOOD WHAT?

CG: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLANNING?

AT: i WAS WONDERING, uMM, iF I SHOULD LIKE, aSK HIM OUT,

CG: …

CG: ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS?

CG: ARE YOU REALLY FUCKING GOING TO ASK?

AT: wELL, uMM, i THINK i AM,

CG: OH JOY.

CG: JUST DON'T BREAK HIS HEART OR I'LL HAVE TO HELP A SAD JUGGALO OUT OF HIS MISERY.

AT: nO NEED TO, uH, wORRY }:)

CG: GOD I HATE THAT SMILEY.

CG: THE TWO OF YOU ARE LIKE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER OR SOMETHING.

CG: BOTH AS ANNOYING.

CG: GOD!

carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering adiosToreador

I smile at the text. I was right. Gamzee liked me, Karkat just confirmed it and it's probably not that bad of an idea to give the picture to Gamzee. Karkat approved of the idea of you guys dating, so he must think it's ok. Great!

I use the new energy I found and continue drawing. The picture itself isn't too detailed, but it works for me. Next up to ink the lines and then color it.

Almost two hours later I smile at the finished picture. God did it take long to draw! I'm still happy with it, so I wheel to my room and hide it in my desk. When I'll give it to Gamzee is still a mystery, but I might have some sort of idea.

After a while Gamzee comes home. I have been thinking of what I've done today and end up in it being me drawing for most of the time. What could I tell Gamzee if he asked? I couldn't spoil this one for him. Not now.

"Sup, Tavbro?" he asks with a half-empty bottle of Faygo in hand.

"Um, nothing much. Just, uh, chilling", I say grinning a bit and he chuckles.

"So watcha want for dinner?" he asks downing most of his Faygo.

"I don't know. Something good", I say and smile. "Surprise me!"

Gamzee chuckles again and I smile. It's so easy to get him to laugh. He has an adorable laugh, now that I think of it. It's deep, but still so friendly.

"All right, I'll come up with something", he says and retreats to the kitchen.

When Gamzee's ready he calls me to the kitchen. It seems like he has made some sort of soup.

"Chicken soup. Don't know if you'll like it, but I definitely do!" he says grinning and I smile. I wheel to my place at the table and Gamzee gives me a plate of his soup. I take the spoon and blow on the hot soup before tasting it.

"Wow, this is good!" I say and take some more. The taste is new, I can't remember eating chicken soup before, but it's definitely not bad. I could eat this more often.

We chit chat about lots of random stuff during dinner and I sort of want to turn the conversation towards feelings, but don't know how. Then it hits me. I'll let Gamzee know I trust him.

He gets up and puts away my dishes. We both fall into a silence, not saying anything.

"Wanna watch some TV?" Gamzee asks and I nod slightly. The couch works for me.

I could of course have gotten there by myself but Gamzee doesn't even wait for me to do anything. He grabs the handles of my wheelchair and wheels me to the living room, helping me onto the couch.

"I could have, uhh, done that myself", I say blushing slightly and Gamzee chuckles.

"No need to tire your arms, Tavbro", he says and I smile a bit, the smile faltering while I collect courage to say what I'm going to say next.

"Gamzee, could we, um, talk?" I ask, trying my best not to stutter.