|Three bottles of Faygo and a Chocolate pie
Author: Jamtav PM
Gamzee stumbles upon a cute, little cafe. But that's not what keeps bringing him back everyday at the exact same time. It's the little handicapped boy working there. -Humanstuck- Alot of Tavzee fluff! Rated T for Gamzee's mouth. Really short chapters!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Gamzee M. & Tavros N. - Chapters: 19 - Words: 20,158 - Reviews: 222 - Favs: 168 - Follows: 137 - Updated: 11-06-12 - Published: 06-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8248800
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Homestuck does not belong to me. If it did, no one would read it but my mom.. maybe. A review would be appreciated. Happy America Day~
Days went by after that incident. Karkat came over more often, making sure Gamzee took his special medicine. He even cooked him dinner once or twice. "I'm only doing this so you won't fucking die of hunger, not because I'm nice or anything," he'd say, always poking Gamzee's ribs that you could sometimes see if he took his shirt off. Gamzee'd smile and say, "Whatever, bro." But after the incident, things went back to normal. Gamzee would go to the cafe every day and talk to Tavros. They had deeper conversations than when Gamzee first came into the restaurant. When he first came, all they would say was,
"How is your, uh, day today?"
"That's nice. The usual again?"
Gamzee'd nod, and they wouldn't talk until the next day when Gamzee came in.
Now, Gamzee and Tavros would share stories about their friends and talk about things that happened that day like not close friends but friends. Gamzee'd throw in a pick-up line every now and then, making Tavros blush, and he'd laugh at the cuteness. Gamzee was thrilled at the improvement in conversation and at how much he was learning about Tavros. He wasn't too sure about the hostess though. That crazy girl would always interupt their conversations, getting Tavros to do something or another. She'd always glare and smile deviously at Gamzee when Tavros's back was turned.
Tavros blushed and smiled at Gamzee's latest remark to him. He was always calling him 'cute' or 'a miracle.' Maybe this is what all friends called each other? He hadn't really known. He didn't have many friends as a child or for right now, in matter of fact. If he did have friends, they were never like Gamzee. So maybe this is how some people acted? In whatever case, he couldn't stop blushing.
After they closed, Tavros was helping clean up in the kitchen, as usual. As he washed dishes, he heard a familar voice he'd been trying to avoid behind him.
"Hey, Tav-Idiot. I think you're little boyfriend left his jacket in his booth today," Vriska's voice said. She crouched down beside him, a dark purple jacket gripped in her hands.
"He's not my, uh, boyfriend, Vriska..." Tavros muttered.
"Oh? Is that so? Even that mess of a person doesn't like you, eh?" After she didn't get a response, she dropped the jacket in Tavros's lap. "Make yourself useful and give that to him, k?" Then, she walked off, feeling very pleased with herself about her remarks.
Tavros picked it up from his lap and swung it over his shoulder so he wouldn't get it dirty or anything.
Gamzee laughed and threw his hands behind his head. He was sitting on Karkat's couch, listening to the yelling of the two behind him. Karkat was yelling at Sollux, and Sollux was smiling and urging Karkat to put the apron on or it wouldn't make the experience for him any fun.
"If I'm going to get to watch you cook for me, you have to wear the apron, KK."
"Shut the fuck up, Sollux! I'm not wearing that fucking stupid thing! Get it out of my face!"
"Come on, KK. You never cook for me. I want to get the full house-wife experience!"
"I'm not your fucking house-wife!"
"You could be if you wear the apron..."
"I'M NOT WEARING THE FUCKING APRON. IT'S STUPID AS FUCK."
Yeah, Sollux was there too. Apparently, Gamzee was the only one Karkat would ever cook for, and Sollux wanted in on it. This went on for about 30 minutes until Karkat gave up and put on the pink apron with the words "Kiss the Cook" written on it. He scowled and muttered the whole time he was fixing the meal.
Tavros took the newly fixed elevator up to Gamzee's apartment to return his jacket to him. Tavros thought that if he didn't take it to him right now, he might worry about where he put his favorite jacket. But, then again, it being Gamzee, Tavros thought otherwise. But he was already there, so might as well return it now. He was going to knock on the door, but it was already open. So instead, he knocked on the wall and waited. No one answered.
He pushed open the door some more and said, "Uh.. Gamzee?" No one answered, so he pushed open the door entirely. The room was empty. Tavros just figured he'd put the jacket on his bed and leave, but then he stayed a little longer than intended. He kind of wanted to look around, not sure why of course. He decided against it though and wheeled out of the door.
Then, he wheeled back in the door, figuring a peek at things wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't be a bad person. He still felt insanely guilty though. He wasn't guilty enough to stop looking though. He opened the tiny closet.
It had little slits in it at the top kind of like a locker, except it was made out of wood. He didn't notice this closet when he'd been over last. He blushed when he remembered his last time over here. He'd woken up inches away from Gamzee's face. He pushed those embarrassing thoughts out of his brain and looked at some things in Gamzee's closet. Wow. It was really messy.
It looked like he just threw all of his trash that he was too lazy to throw away in there. Tavros looked around, still unsure of what he was doing in Gamzee's room snooping. It was so unlike him. Before he knew it, he was cleaning out Gamzee's closet, throwing all of the trash in a garbage bag he found under the sink. To his surprise, there were a couple medicine bottles in the heap, but he tried to ignore that as he cleaned. He didn't want to pry into Gamzee's life. The irony in that statement..
After Tavros got it all cleaned, shirts hanging from hangers and the whole bit, he heard voices from outside of the door and footsteps.
"Bye, Karkat!" he heard Gamzee's voice outside of the door. Tavros's eyes widened. He couldn't just have Gamzee come in here and see that he rearranged his closet. How awkward would that be? First instinct was to jump inside of the closet and hide... So, he did...
He conviently slid his wheelchair in perfectly and closed the door. Oh, great. Now this was going to be even more awkward. How was he going to get out of here without Gamzee thinking he was some sort of creep? Tavros's mind raced as he peeked every now and then out of the slits.
He watched Gamzee, making sure he didn't come anywhere near the closet and preparing excuses if he did happen to open the closet. Oh, God. Tavros's eyes widened, and he put his hand over his mouth. Gamzee was undressing in front of him. Well, this was awkward.
Tavros's face got cherry red, and he was more embarrased than he had been in his entire life. This was going to be so hard to explain to Gamzee.
When Gamzee put another shirt on, just in his boxers and a black t-shirt now, he turned to the closet and said, "Hey, Tavros. You know you can come out of the closet, right? Unless you really like it in there or something. Either way is bitchtits with me." Gamzee then smiled and fell back on his mattress.
It's literally 11:59 when I post this. So, I was just in time to tell you Happy 4th. 3