The cupcake was sweet and soft, with traces of orange flavoring melded with vanilla. It was one of the best things I had ever tasted. Gamzee bit into another one and sighed aloud. "This is so motherfucking legit man."
"Yeah, this is uh, really good Gamzee."
He chunked the empty cupcake box in a nearby trashcan and licked his lips. I felt my spine tingle. "Where to next bro?" His head swiveled side to side. "Oh bro look at that!" He pointed to a store called "Love Shack" The name made my stomach flip. My eyes followed the direction of his finger as I timidly ate the last bite of my cupcake. Through the door-less entrance I could see something rather large sitting upon the floor. I squinted a bit.
"Is that a giant, uh, bean bag chair?"
"You bet your sweet motherfucking ass it is. Come one!"
He looped an arm around my elbow and pulled me to the store. Thankfully Gamzee knew how to keep a good pace I could keep up with. Once in the store I sat down on the chair. It was incredibly soft, and I sank into it a bit. I laid back and stretched. This was so comfortable. Gamzee jumped and flopped next to me onto his stomach.
"Bro this is so motherfuckin cool. I might buy one."
I turned and saw the price tag.
"Oh my gosh, Gamzee, this thing is close to $300! And it's the smallest one!" Gamzee yawned and placed his head on my shoulder. I felt like melting.
"I know bro, I was actually looking at that huge motherfucking purple one."
My jaw dropped.
"Gamzee that's huge! It's close to $1,000!"
He laughed and patted my chest. "Bro chill. I got plenty for it. You want one?"
"G-Gamzee don't joke like that. It isn't, uh, funny. Really."
His head cocked to the side as he stared up at me. Now he was resting against my stomach, which was full of butterflies. I fought the blush and looked away. Then, he stood and helped me up."
"Bro I'm not joking. If you want one, then hell motherfucker, I'll get it for you."
"B-but Gamzee you shouldn't waste your check on me.."
I started to walk out of the store, feeling a tad uncomfortable. I felt an arm lace around my stomach and pull me back.
"G-Gamzee?"
Another arm wrapped around me and tightened a bit. I couldn't move. My heart was pounded so hard I could see the tips of my hair quiver.
"Tav, really man. If you need something, or want something, let me know. I'll get it for you. No matter what."
There was the soft noise of clanking that gradually grew louder. It had started to rain. Hard. My lip trembled. I turned the best I could so I could face him. His visage was soft and kind, and what seemed to be.. almost.. loving. I wanted to speak so badly. He let me go. I heard ringing now, emanating from his left pocket. I could see the silhouette of a phone beneath the baggy cloth of his gray jeans. He fished the phone out and answered.
"Hello?"
There was a pause, then a tiny voice muttered through the speaker into his ear.
"This is he,"
I was astonished. Gamzee was speaking so.. So PROPERLY. I was a mess right now. All these mixed emotions at once. And now this? My head started to spin.
"Oh, Alright. My house is down the street, we could go there until you can."
He nodded to himself.
"Ok see you then."
He hung up the phone and put in his pocket.
"Who was that?"
"Your dad bro. He said it's raining really hard where he is bro. Wants me to walk you to my house. He'll come get you when the storm is over." He was grinning.
"Is he, uh, ok?"
"Yeah motherfucker, shit's alright there. Let's get going before it rains harder here."
The rain was surprisingly warm. It soaked me to the bone, but I was having too much fun to care. Gamzee had decided to start a game of tag as soon as we left the mall. His hair was drenched, and it stuck to his face. My Mohawk was now pressed tightly against my scalp, parts of it drooping into my eyes. Gamzee caught me around the waist and spun me to the side. I couldn't help but laugh. I manage to get away, only to stumble and start to fall. His arms were around me again, but not playfully this time. It was like a repeat of before. This time though, he pulled me tightly against him.
"I gotcha bro,"
His voice was soft under the rain. I could hardly see his eyes under the veil of thick hair. I shivered. He was radiating so much heat, it felt nice. My hands rested on his chest. His heartbeat matched mine. Fluttering out of control. I moved one hand upward, and brushed the hair out of his eye. His face was flushed, breathing ragged from running, and his eyes were glossy. He was exactly like I was. I could feel my heart swell. Gamzee Makara reacted the same way I did.
"Gamzee…"
I could feel a hand cup my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed.
"Can you feel it too, Tav?"
His voice was so rich and deep. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't concentrate. My mind was reeling back and forth.

'Gamzee. Gamzee. Gamzee. I love you Gamzee. Gamzee.'

Oh god why couldn't I speak right now? I nodded the best I could. This feeling was incredible. I wanted to be closer to him.
Our foreheads were touching. Breathing shallow. Hearts pounding wildly.
Lip contact.
My heart exploded. I whimpered against him. He pulled my closer, kissing rougher. My hands tangled up into his wet hair, and I kissed back just as fervently. Something ignited inside of my stomach. A blazing surge of passion and heat, all completely new to my body. I clung to him. Never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop. I wanted this feeling to last forever.


I wanted Gamzee Makara to be mine.