wALK,, Chapter 3

"Awh man Tavbro, wassup?" Gamzee stood on the balls of his feet, slightly crouched. He had a bottle of grape faygo in his hand. Purple really was his favorite color, wasn't it? There was a smile on his face, a little goofier than his usual smirk. My heart was racing. "N-nothing just out for a walk. Couldn't sleep." Gamzee rocked a bit in thought. "A walk huh?" Then he giggled. Something about him was off, I couldn't place it though. He stood slowly and glance at the tree I was standing next to. With a leap, he landed on a thick branch, then jumped to the ground. He stumbled and giggled again. "G-Gamzee is there something wrong?" I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder to help stabilize him. He took a sloppy swig of his beverage.

"Yeah motherfucker, jus' a little high," He laughed some more. My heart seemed to ice over. High? As in on drugs high? I blinked away my disbelief. "W-why are you high? W-what are you high o-on?" I felt sick. Gamzee seemed to straighten up. "D'zaw man, is' a stupid motherfuckin reason bro." His eyebrows knit together. I frowned. Gamzee wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "We're good friends right Tavbro?" I nodded meekly. His face became darkly serious. It scared me a little, but I pushed it aside. "Can we motherfuckin talk man?" Suddenly the slur was gone. The goofiness taken right out of his visage. I felt little pinpricks of ice in my heart, but despite my fear I nodded once more. He held his hand out for mine. "C'mon bro, this way." As I took a step forward, my leg creaked loudly before stiffening. I tried to bend it, but to no avail. Gamzee lifted me onto his back gently, squeezing my thigh. "Hold on tight bro," He smiled up at me warmly. My heart felt as though it'd fly away any second. I buried my head into the hood of his jacket. Black silky wisps of hair tickled my nose. He smelled of axe and something floral. I had never smelled anything like it before. It burned my nose a bit.
The start of our walk was quiet, but I enjoyed the silence. I lazily draped my arms around his neck, my hands resting gently on his collar bone. "Tavbro.. Don't go all up and think I'm a motherfuckin druggie man.. Please.." I lifted my head drowsily. "W-what are you t-taking Gamzee?"
"I smoke motherfucking weed bro."
"… Why G-Gamzee?"

He let out a sad sigh, which was completely unlike him. This Gamzee was strange. I wasn't too fond of it. He dripped the back of my knees tighter, slightly caressing them with his thumb. Suddenly I felt hot, as if I was on fire.
"I smoke it for my motherfucking skitz bro."
"Sk-skitz?"
He nodded.
"Fucking schizophrenia bro. Doc prescribed it to me to all up and ease my motherfucking mind."
I gripped him tightly, and buried my face into the back of his neck. Now I knew what that unusual floral smell was. It was weed. I crinkled my nose.
"I bet you hate me now man.."

"N-no Gamzee! I understand, it's o-ok."
The next few minutes were walked in silence. All I could hear was his steady breathing. I clung to my friend, on the verge of tears. I wanted so desperately to comfort at him. Couldn't he see that I understood? I didn't mind at all. He had a reason. Even if he didn't, I'd still love him.

Love…

The word rang through my head like a sharp bell.

Love.

I felt my stomach flip. I was in love with my friend, my BEST friend. I was in love with Gamzee Makara..