I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like forever! I've been busy drawing this thing and spending time with my friend and I just didn't get the chance to edit this. I'm so sorry!

It's Saturday and I'm finally feeling better. I skipped school for the rest of the week partly because I was sick and partly because on Friday Gamzee wanted me to stay home and rest.

I'm really happy Gamzee doesn't work on Saturday's. I think he has a weird schedule, but it works, so I don't really care.

"Watcha wanna do today?" Gamzee asks after we both have finished eating our breakfasts.

"Could we please go to the shelter today?" I plead and Gamzee takes a second to think about it.

"Sure, why not", he says finally, not sounding really enthusiastic about the trip.

"Thanks", I say smiling and he smiles back at me.

"It's just a trip to see some four legged beasts", he says shrugging and I chuckle.

"When will we go?" I ask and he scratches his head.

"When does the shelter open?" he asks in return and I shrug.

"I think we should check that on my computer", I say and wheel myself to my room while Gamzee puts away the dishes.

I open my computer and Pesterchum automatically fires up. I start searching for the shelter's site on the net, but am quickly interrupted. Right now the bing of an incoming message is rather annoying.

turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering adiosToreador

TG: Yo.

AT: oH, dAVE, hI,

AT: wHAT DO YOU, uHH, wANT?

TG: Just checking on you.

TG: Something wrong about that?

AT: uM, i GUESS NOT,

TG: How are you?

AT: dAVE, tHIS IS VERY UNCOMMON OF, uM, YOU,,

TG: What do you mean? I'm not always mean.

AT: tO ME YOU, uH, uSUALLY ARE,

AT: eSPECIALLY AFTER THE, uM, iNCIDENT,,,

TG: Oh yeah, sorry about that.

AT: w-WHAT?

TG: Sorry about the "me trying to molest you" thing.

AT: aRE YOU APOLIGIZING TO ME?

TG: Shit, I guess that's what I'm doing.

TG: Whatever. Hope you're happy with juggalo freak.

AT: dON'T CALL HIM THAT!

TG: Look at that, you're getting mad again.

AT: yOU'RE INSULTING gAMZEE AGAIN!

TG: Like he needes you to protect him.

AT: shut the fuck up before I crush your MOTHERFUCKING BONES!

adiosToreador ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

"G-gamzee! You scared me!" I say shivering a bit, still shocked of Gamzee who suddenly appeared behind me.

"You don't need to motherfucking talk to him", he growls and I flinch back. His expression changes immediately.

"Sorry, Tavbro, didn't mean to all up and motherfucking scare you", he says quietly looking away.

"Oh, it's nothing. Have you taken your, uhh, pills yet?" I ask kind of worried.

"I'll motherfucking get them right away", he says and I smile as he leaves.

I quickly find the site I'm looking for and confirm I remembered right. The shelter opens at eight o'clock, which means it's already open, and closes at nine p.m. I leave my laptop on and get into bed to wait for Gamzee. The chair was getting pretty tiring to sit in.

Gamzee comes back a while later and seems to be swaying a little.

"Oh, did you take a few pills too many?" I ask and Gamzee smiles.

"Nah, only two like the doctor all up and told me to", he answers walking to the bed and lying down next to me.

I smile and curl up next to him. He gently kisses my forehead and my smile widens. He keeps giving small kisses to my forehead. I smile and bend my head back, kissing him and his eyes open wide.

It takes him under a second to react and he's eagerly kissing me, pushing me back on the bed under him. I smile into the kiss and soon feel his tongue in my mouth exploring anything it can.

I do the same to him and let my fingers gently brush down his sides, feeling him shiver under my touch. He kisses me one more time before he leaves a trail of kisses down My jawline to My neck, gently sucking.

"Ugh, Gamzee, no", I say closing my eyes and he stops.

"Shit, bro, sorry", he says clearly worried he did something wrong.

"L-let's just leave it, uh, for later, okay?" I suggest and he nods, maybe a bit disappointed.

He sits up a bit farther away and I really feel sorry for him, but Dave's attempt is still haunting my mind and I don't want it to ruin Gamzee's and my first time, if that happens to come.

"Wanna go to the shelter now?" he breaks the silence and I smile, nodding right after.

"Sounds nice", I reply. He gets up and helps me into my wheelchair, pushing me all the way to his car.

Not too long after I find myself at the shelter, following a nice young lady to the animal cages.

"Here are all the animals available for adoption. At the moment we don't have too many, but I assure you they are all very nice!" she says and motions towards the cages. The dogs in the first three cages growl at Gamzee and all the cats seem to shy away from him or hiss at him, so I ignore them.

It's starting to look hopeless and even the lady helping us is getting confused.

"They don't usually act like this. I can't understand what's got into them!" she says and tries to get a golden retriever to stop growling.

"It's my fault", Gamzee says and walks to the last cage. He crouches down and looks in, but I can't see what he's looking at.

"This one's cute", he says looking at the dog. "It reminds me of you."