Okay, I'll probably try to get one more up tonight before bed, but I'm not sure about it. Anyways, have some sad Tav and overdosed Gamzee c:
I turn my head to look at Tav. He sounded pretty serious, and looks serious too.
"Of course. What do you want to motherfucking talk about?" I ask him, wondering what it could be.
"I, um, wanted to talk about Dave", he says taking a deep breath. Oh, so that's why this is so serious. I turn my full attention on him. I've been curious on what really happened, since I can only tell that he messed up and was thrown out.
"I'm all ears", I say staring at him expectantly.
"Well, he came here, after school. We played a game or two, and uhh, talked about stuff. And then I, um, showed him my pictures. He just sort of lifted me onto my bed, and u-um, kissed me. A-and then he t-took off my shirt. I said I-I didn't want i-it, b-but he wouldn't listen. And then he t-tried to, uhh, take off my pants, s-so I h-hit him in the chest. H-he got r-really mad a-and left. A-and, uhh, t-that's all."
I listen to Tav tell as he starts to stutter more and more. How could Dave do that? Sure, I'd like to do it myself, but force Tav into it? No chance motherfuckers. No one forces my little Tav into anything.
I really can't think of anything to say, so as Tav starts to sob I pull him onto my lap and cuddle him, whispering little nothings into his ear. He sobs against my chest for a while and even though he's so sad I can't help but smile. I've got Tav so close and he wants to be there. He trusts me.
"T-thanks for listening", he mumbles as he lifts his head to get into a better position.
"I'll always motherfucking listen to you, Tav", I say with a warm smile and Tav smiles weakly back.
"You're the best friend I could ever have", he says and something pangs in the back of my head. I just hope he doesn't want to be my best friend forever, but would actually want to be more.
"Thanks bro. You're awesome too", I say and he laughs that cute, chiming laugh of his.
"What do you want to do now?" I ask him and he sort of looks through me into nothing. When he doesn't say anything for a while I gently nudge him and he snaps out of it.
"Oh, uh, sorry, I sort of, fell into my own thoughts", he says and I chuckle.
"No problem. I do that all the time", I remind him and he laughs again.
"Could we play some chess again?" he asks and I lift one brow.
"Sure, why not", I say smiling. It would need some concentration, but at least Tav would have something else to think about than that motherfucking Strider. Oh, how I wanted to crush his every bone, make him bleed till he's praying for me to kill him, and then just leave him be. Laugh over him and watch him slowly die away.
"G-gamzee?" I hear Tav squeak and blink my eyes.
"What?" I ask, confused. Why did Tav sound so scared.
"Y-you sort of g-growled, or s-something", he says voice still high.
"Oh fuck", I whisper, put Tav off of my lap, back onto the sofa and rush to the bathroom. I can't keep doing this, forgetting my meds. It's not good for me and it scares the hell out of my crush. Great Gamzee, I'll sure get him now. He'll definitely want a psycho like me.
I lean on the sink for a while and decide to wash off my face paint. I lean my head against the cool mirror and slowly breathe in and out, afraid of looking up to see that I look different.
"Gamzee? Are you all right?" I hear Tav's voice. It's too full of worry. I made Tav worry, again.
"Yeah, I'm fine", I answer him and dry my face, and the mirror from where I leaned against it before going back to Tav.
"So you wanted to play chess?" I ask and he nods. Maybe it will be good for the both of us.
I fetch the game for the two of us and set it up on the floor. Tav gets down before I can even try to help him. I just shrug it off. It's not like he needs me for everything. He did live alone once.
I start the game and am easily over powered on the first round. I really stand no chance in this game. Finally he check mate's my king and I give up, growling a bit in frustration. I notice Tav flinch, but otherwise he doesn't react.
We start a new game and this time it starts out well for me. I stay silent trying to think ahead on what might happen. Tav just seems like he's played a lot more, which he probably has, and the meds I took are starting to fuzz up my brain a bit.
I strain to stay concentrated on the game, but eventually it's just all buzzing in my head and I give up, letting Tav win for the fourth time in a row.
"Gamzee, how many pills did you take?" he asks suddenly and I look up at him.
"I don't know. About three or four", I answer unsure of myself. I pretty much just took a few and swallowed them. Wait. Did I say I might have taken four pills?
"Oh god, Gamzee! You need to go to bed!" Tavros squeaks. Last time I overdosed on my meds I fell asleep in the middle of cooking and that didn't turn out well. But for some reason this doesn't seem to concern me.
"Why should I?" I ask grinning lazily. I blink my eyes rather slowly and Tav looks at me sternly.
"Just do it", he pleads and he looks so motherfucking cute I could just kiss him right now.
"All right, all right, I'll go if you want me to", I drawl out and get up, dragging myself to my bedroom.
I flop onto the bed on my stomach and lay there for a few seconds, not being able to fall asleep. It takes me some time to see the numbers on my clock right, but it's not even late. It's only like half past eight.
Why am I on the bed again? Well no matter, it's comfy as hell here, so I decide to stay there.
Slowly I fall asleep, seeing no dreams. Maybe I should overdose more often.
