"GAMZEE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT THE GOD DAMN FOOD! AND SHOWER TOO YOU SMELL LIKE AN ASHTRAY!" Karkat snarled from across the apartment.
Gamzee rolled his eyes and flipped him off. He sat on Karkat's couch, shirtless. In one hand he had a beer, in the other the TV remote. It had been about a month since Karkat took him in and he hadn't been very productive. No. That's an understatement. Gamzee had been completely and utterly useless. If anything, he was a wonderful couch warmer. He didn't do chores. He ignored what Karkat would ask him to do, he'd leave his clothes lying around, he'd make messes and not clean them up, and he'd go out of his way to piss off Sollux, because, as he had said to Karkat, it was really motherfucking fun.
"Hey bro I will in a motherfucking second. This shows motherfucking awesome." Gamzee said in his normal, lazy voice. The one good thing about being a lump on a couch was that he hadn't gone out for a few weeks, if only to buy cigarettes and booze. Karkat stopped giving him money though, so Gamzee had sold one of Sollux's laptops.
That didn't go over well at all. Sollux was about ready to kick him to the curb, but Karkat had begged his lover to let Gamzee stay. He told him that he'd crack down on the juggalo. Karkat had tried, and now it seemed that he was failing miserably. May be Sollux was right about Gamzee being a bad influence and just an overall bad person.
"NO FUCKING WAY. YOU'VE SEEN THIS EPISODE LIKE 4 TIMES YOU ASS! GET YOUR FAT ASS UP OFF MY COUCH!" Karkat yelled, stomping over to the lazy teen.
Gamzee blinked and turned his head, looking up at the smaller male," ok so maybe it's a rerun."
"!" Karkat threw his arms in the air," GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT. YOU. FUCK. TARD. WILL. YOU. TAKE. A. GOD. DAMNED. SHOWER. AND. DO. SOMETHING. WITH. YOURSELF. YOU'RE. PISSING. ME. THE. FUCK. OFF." Karkat hacked out each word, his fists clenching harder and harder. He was beyond sick of trying to motivate Gamzee.
Gamzee blinked at the albino and stood, brushing some chip debris from his boxers," man you need to chill the motherfuck out." He said with a smile. Another good thing about not going out for weeks on end is Gamzee only got high when he went out, which was about once a week, so by this time, he was almost completely sober, if not a little drunk at the moment, but he was in a wonderful mood at least!
Karkat grit his teeth at Gamzee and grabbed his beer from his hand.
"HEY! Gimme my motherfucking beer!" Gamzee snarled, grabbing for it.
Karkat, being much more limber than Gamzee, jumped backwards and pressed the drink to his lips, chugging it. Once it was all gone, he threw the can at Gamzee, laughing as it hit him in the side of the head," HA. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET! NOW GO SHOWER AND EAT DINNER. I need to finish my homework."
Gamzee smirked a little. Karkat had guts, he'd give him that. The juggalo turned, nodding as he walked to the bathroom. He should probably listen to the little guy more than he did. Oh well.
Gamzee entered the bathroom and dropped his boxers around his ankles. He looked down at himself; he had actually gained some weight. His bones still showed but at least his belly was a little distended. If anything, it was a small beer gut, so it wasn't really weight, but Gamzee was proud of it.
He turned the shower on and stood in the spray until it was hot. The tall adolescent turned the heat down and turned the face the spray, pressing his face and shaggy head into the water. It had been about a week since he showered. He was so used to not showering that he didn't really know what to do with a shower on a regular basis.
Slowly, Gamzee removed his head from the water and grabbed a bar of soap that sat idly on a shelf in the shower. He began to wash himself, letting his thoughts wander. They wandered to an all too familiar subject.
Tavros.
He hadn't seen him in the month he'd been with Karkat. He tried to muster up enough courage to talk to him again, but that fell flat as quickly as the desire came to mind. Gamzee didn't know what to do, or how to do it for that matter. He'd stood a block away from the bookstore, a bag of booze in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He'd stand for hours on end, his cigarette burning uselessly down to the butt, his beer going cold. Even after hours of standing silently, he still wasn't able to walk that block and talk to the boy.
Gamzee would always end up turning back around, choking back tears and walking home.
Gamzee sighed and sat down in the shower, letting the spray wash over his bony body. His thoughts were wild and the pain in his chest grew the more he thought. What the hell was he doing with his life? He stopped going to school. He didn't have a job. He was getting clean at least…but besides that he was useless. Completely and utterly…useless.
"FUCK!" Gamzee snarled slammed his fist against the tile.
Sollux jumped at the sound and rolled his eyes," kk I think your friend jutht had an epiphany."
Karkat sighed and got up off the couch and walked into the bathroom. He knelt slowly down on the other side of the curtain," Gamzee? You ok bro?"
Gamzee sobbed heavily, and in one sweeping motion, threw the curtain aside and hugged Karkat tightly, practically pulling him into the tub.
The albino squeaked and slowly held him back," GOD DAMMIT GAMZEE!" His tone softened though when he realized Gamzee really was sobbing on him. Slowly Karkat pulled from the juggalo and stripped down.
Once naked he climbed into the tub with the other teen and hugged him under the spray. To anyone else it would look like Karkat was blatantly cheating on Sollux. Though to the two, this was normal. When they were younger, they'd sober up in the shower, just holding each other. Telling each other in silence that everything would be ok and that things will get better. Now after so many years, here they were again, holding one another under the hot water, telling each other that everything would be ok.