Okay, here's another chapter. Don't have much time today either :/

I sit in the passenger's seat of Gamzee's car with my wheelchair folded in the back. He's driving us to the movie theater, and neither of us still knows what they are even showing. I hope we don't end up watching something too scary. Though I think Gamzee would probably do that on purpose to get to hold me.

The thought makes me smile a bit as I watch the streetlamps fly by. Gamzee mostly keeps his eyes on the road, but I actually catch him glancing my way a few times.

We arrive at the theater and Gamzee helps me back onto my wheelchair before wheeling me inside. We choose a romance movie, since I wanted to and somehow we manage to get to the seats assigned to us.

The movie is really nice, though it is a bit saddish to my liking. Well, the kiss Gamzee gives me cheers me up a bit. It's not too short either, and lasts for quite a bit.

The two of us notice Karkat and John exit the same movie as us and Gamzee insist on catching up to them.

"Enjoy the movie?" he asks and Karkat spins around like he'd just been scared out of his skin.

"I could see you enjoyed it as well", Karkat growled and stared at Gamzee for a bit before looking at me. "Are you two on a date or some shit?"

"Uhh, yeah, yes we are", I stutter a bit and notice John smiling widely.

"That is so awesome!" he says grinning widely. I think he'll cut his face if he smiles any wider. "You two make the perfect couple!"

I blush a bit and Gamzee smiles, leaning down against my wheelchair. I notice his face is right next to mine and I slightly turn to look. When I do this he gives me another quick kiss and I feel my face grow a brighter shade of red.

I hear John snicker a bit and Gamzee smiles down at me, now standing up again. Karkat is staring at him with a mixed expression of anger and amusement.

"You might just want to think those ahead, Gamzee. Just letting you fucking know", Karkat said glaring back at the people who stared and they efficiently turned their heads away. "Not all people fancy gays."

I notice Karkat glance at John while he's starting to talk about the movie, how it would have been better with Nic Cage in it and how the ending could have been a bit happier. I listen to him as Karkat starts an argument on how stupid Nic Cage really is and it continues from there. Gamzee and I say good bye and leave them to argue about the actor.

Next up Gamzee takes me to the cafe he works at. I briefly wonder if I'll ever be the one to take us to places with my wheelchair limiting my access. This thought, though, is quickly pushed away as Gamzee orders us something and starts explaining about some new band coming up. I never really knew about new bands if Gamzee didn't tell me. Usually he did, I just never listened.

"So I was thinking that maybe we could go watch the concert", he ends his talk and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Um, yeah, sounds nice", I say, only catching the end. A concert, huh. "When is it?"

"It's cute when you space out. I already told you", he says grinning and I blush a bit.

"Sorry", I mumble and grab the cup of tea which is brought up to me.

"No problems, Tavbro. I do it all the motherfucking time", he says still grinning and grabs his drink, which I actually think is Faygo in a cup.

"So when was it?" I ask still a bit guilty for not listening.

"It's in a few weeks time, at the end of this month", he explains, sounding very thrilled about it. I think it's cute how much he loves music, and I think he's good at playing even though he never had an instrument. At least I haven't seen it anywhere.

"Um, yeah, we can go", I say. I'll have to ask the exact date later, but I don't really need it now.

"That's motherfucking great!" he says grinning and I smile. The time is quickly spent with Gamzee telling all sorts of stories and jokes to me. He drives the two of us back home and pushes me to the elevator. The old woman looks at the two of us, while Gamzee totally ignores her and plays with my Mohawk.

She leaves the elevator and I quietly think she must have forgotten the cookies she said she'd bake. Gamzee doesn't seem to care about anyone else than me, though. He is still playing with my Mohawk and talking about the date.

We make it to our apartment and Gamzee makes us some popcorn while I decide on which game we'll play. Maybe I'll try something a bit scarier. Yeah, Gamzee will play something and I'll watch. A gaming night with my best bro! Oh, wait, I guess I can call him my boyfriend now. I have been on an official date and all.

I hear the popcorn popping followed by a string of curses. Curiously and a tad worried I turn my head towards the kitchen, pondering if I should check on what just happened. What did just happen?

"Are you, um, all right?" I ask in a small voice, trying not to sound too worried this time.

"Yeah, I'm motherfucking fine. Burnt my hand and spilled some popcorn, that's all", Gamzee replies in his laid back manner.

I let him be with his problem, since my wheelchair would only be in the way and instead try to come up with which game I'd like to see him play. I'm no good at video games, even though I play a lot. Gamzee always beats me. I never stand a chance.

In card and board games I always win, though. He is not really good at those. I wonder why, since all the action games he spends his time on seem to need a lot of concentration, but the board games we play are pretty simple, not including chess or other games like that. Chess is always fun, even though I know I'll win.

I choose a game for him to play and soon he comes with the popcorn, starting up the game. I watch him play for around ten minutes before I get an idea.

"Hey Gamzee, I was wondering if we could get a puppy", I suggest all of a sudden.

"A dog?" he asks, not really sounding thrilled. He never stops playing and even manages to keep his character alive without looking at the screen all the time.

"Yeah, like from a shelter. A, um, rescued dog", I say smiling a bit. Well I've never really thought about it too much, but I've always wanted a dog, ever since I was a little boy with working legs.

"Well we could motherfucking think about that", he says slowly. Somehow I can tell he isn't too thrilled about the whole idea. I know he doesn't love animals, but I don't think he has anything against them. Maybe the part that they are so much care and he doesn't always remember, but otherwise there is simply not a bad thing about dogs!

"It would be lovely", I say excitedly and he glances at me.

"It's a shitload of responsibility, that's what it is. But we can think about it. If this building even accepts pets", he points out. Oh yeah, that I didn't think about.

"Well, I think we could figure that out", I say hopefully and the topic is dropped. Still I can't stop thinking about it. I really do want a small puppy.