It's gonna be over soon. Just a bit more and we're there. Probably not getting all of it ready today, though.

I get out of the bus and take the elevator up. I take my keys out but find the door is unlocked. It's actually cracked open a bit.

"Oh my", I whisper and open the door, carefully wheeling myself in.

"Gamzee? Are you, uh, home?" I ask as I close the door behind me. I hear a grunt from the bedroom and start wheeling toward it. I drop my schoolbag next to the couch and look around. It's like a hurricane had gone through. The couch is a mess, all the stuff on the tables is now on the floor and everything possible is thrown somewhere. Luckily nothing has broken as of yet, not including a few scratches here and there.

Horrorstruck I stare at the living room for a while, wondering whether I dare or not go look at the bedroom. Did Gamzee do this?

I slowly open the door to my bedroom and see Gamzee leaning against my desk, smiling at me.

"Hello sweet ass Tavbro. How was it at motherfucking school?" he slurs out, stumbling a bit on his words.

"Uh, it was okay, I guess. W-what have you been, um, up to?" I ask looking around the bedroom. The sheets are almost torn, ripped off the beds and pillows are all over the place. My laptop is dangerously close to falling onto the floor and I can even see some ripped papers. Probably my drawings, since the drawer is open.

"Nothin' much. Took a walk and can' really remember anythin' past that", he says, still sounding pretty high.

"And what happened to, uh, our place?" I ask glancing around once again. I watch as Gamzee slowly looks around and finally lands his gaze on me.

"I think I might have something to motherfucking do with it", he almost purrs and I flinch a bit.

"You tore down our house?" I ask, sort of shocked.

"I guess I motherfucking all up and did", Gamzee answers, eyes never leaving my face.

"Why would you ever, um, do that?" I ask. Maybe he's taken too many pills again.

"Got mad", he shrugs like it's nothing.

"You got mad? W-what happened?" I ask, now worried. Either the pills he takes really don't affect him anymore or he really got angry at someone. And I might just know who.

"Strider all up and called you names, so I beat the living shit out of him", he answers calmly.

"Oh my god! W-where did you d-do this?" I ask, horrified.

"At the library. I was gonna motherfucking visit Solbro, but Strider was there and I got mad at him. So I beat him up and motherfucking left him there. Then I came home and there's a mohterfucking blank spot there. Like, I don't know, and then the house was all up and like this and I took a few meds", he explains.

"Oh god, Gamzee! You know you can, uh, g-get in trouble for beating someone up i-in a library!" I whimper. I don't want this to be real.

"Yeah, but he deserved it", Gamzee says grinning widely and I shudder. He's really creeping me out by now.

"Oh Gamzee. H-how many pills did you take anyways?" I ask, afraid to know the answer.

"Dunno. Probably five or six of those motherfuckers", he answers and I look at him, terrified.

"G-gamzee! H-how c-could you?" I manage to say.

"I don't know. I'm still all up and standin' so nothin' to worry 'bout there", he says with a wicked smile.

"Oh my", I whisper to myself and wheel over to my bed. I can feel Gamzee's eyes on my back, but don't dare look around yet. I climb onto the bed and finally look at Gamzee. "Come h-here."

He immediately obeys me, walking over to the bed and crawling next to me. I pull him closer and hug him tight, hiding my face in his unruly black hair.

"I'll get your new meds today. Just don't, uh, go out anymore, okay?" I ask, loosening my grip and he nods, staying quiet. I pull his face up to see tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry. Everything will turn out alright", I say with a smile and gently kiss away his tears. He's sort of curled up next to me now and I just stroke his hair soothingly, not really knowing what else to do either.

I've never seen Gamzee crying before, but I guess there's a first time for everything. He's practically shaking in my hands as I continue to pet him.

"Just let it out", I whisper and he finally breaks, sobs wracking through his body. He's shaking violently now and I can feel the tears soak through the spot on my shirt his face is pressed against. That spot will most likely be covered in makeup soon, but at the moment I have way more important things to be thinking about.

I keep stroking Gamzee's hair for almost ten minutes before he calms down and collects himself.

"I'm motherfucking sorry Tav. I don' know what got into me", he says, wiping some of his tears away.

"I don't either, but I'll go get your meds today, okay?" I say and he nods slightly.

"I'm so sorry", he repeats and I stroke his hair a few more times.

"I think you should, um, try to get some sleep if you really, uh, took so many pills", I say and he groans.

"Probably a good motherfucking idea", he says suddenly sounding very tired and I smile.

"Just lie down here in my bed and I'll get the meds", I say moving a few inches but he stops me. I look at him quizzically and he kisses me.

"You're the best motherfucking guy anyone could wish for", he says and I smile, pushing him down gently.

"Get some sleep", I order and get into my wheelchair. I glance at him to make sure he really is going to sleep before leaving the room and heading for the door. I'll probably have to take the bus.