Terminally Flushed

A Stranger For Dinner

I watched as their father held them up by the back of their shirts, steam practically shooting from his ears. Gamzee and Kurloz look absolutely terrified...I Have no idea why but it made me chuckle a bit. Seeing two teenage boys covered in paint and looking scared as fuck while their father was fuming mad, it made them look like they were 7 years old. That's what made me chuckle. Hearing me in the background, all the boys turned and looked at me. Two of the faces were confused while one softened from fuming red mad to at least disappointment. Before anyone could say anything, Mr. Makara slapped both of the boys in the backs of their heads. Pretty hard too. They both fell face first into some paint. Gamzee's face was now a bright pink while Kurloz looked like an overgrown leprechaun. I couldn't help it. I busted out laughing seeing the boys even more colorful. It was so hard to keep myself from laughing since I knew it wasn't right to laugh at them. But, dude. They look like fucking rainbows. I heard a chuckle from Mr. Makara before he went to leave the room. Before he left, he turned to the boys. "I fucking expect the both of you cleaned up before dinner. Then, Kurloz will apologize to [Y/n] while Gamzee apologizes to Kurloz. If I don't hear any apologies, I will flip shit. Am I motherfucking clear?" The fact he said all of this in a calm voice with an innocent smile kinda scared me. The boys nodded their heads frantically before rushing out of the room. Mr. Makara then turned to look at me. I squeaked a bit in fear when he looked at me. He chuckled again before pointing his finger to me then over his shoulder. "Come help me finish dinner. It'll give you something to do while we wait for those dumbasses." I nodded and followed him out of the room to the kitchen.

While I helped Mr. Makara finish dinner and set the table, my thoughts wandered a bit. Was this a normal thing here? The boys get into fights, make a mess, and get scared shitless by their father? It seemed like it. And I'm guessing that art room was the main location for the fights since there was paint EVERYWHERE and Mr. Makara knew exactly where to go. I also wondered why Kurloz would take a picture of us. Was he going to use it as blackmail? That seemed like the only logical reason. But why? He never formally met me and he's trying to blackmail the both of us. I'll have to find out why. And then the kiss...

Oh my god, that kiss. I have no idea what came over me I didn't think I'd go that far. But oh my fucking god, his lips were so soft. And his hands were so gentle. How is it I'm falling so quickly for a boy I only just met? But when we kissed, I was in total bliss. I didn't want it to end. As we kissed, it felt normal. Like, it wasn't strange for two teenagers who just met to kiss. His gentle hands holding me while his lips danced with mine. I'm just afraid the kiss might have been a mistake to him. I hope it wasn't. He was honestly the kindest boy I've met in a long time. He defended me against Vriska, he helped me when Eridan and Sollux tried hitting on me, he made my first day here amazing.

My thoughts were then interrupted by a doorbell. I looked up and saw Mr. Makara wiping his hands on a towel after cleaning them off and going to answer the door. Not paying attention to the door, I continued setting the table. Once I was finally done, I stayed in the dining room to wait for everyone. At least, until Mr. Makara called for me, confusion in his voice. The person at the door was looking for me. All of a sudden, chills ran through my lower back and wouldn't go away. Shit. Something was wrong. That's the only reason I get chills in my lower back. Sighing, I left the dining room and walked down the hall until I saw who was at the door. My eyes widen while the person at the door waved a bit, a shy and somewhat scared smile on their lips. Seeing this person just filled me with confusion, anger, and mostly...fear. But that didn't stop me from screaming at them, the temptation to reach in my boot slowly rising. "What in the ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" The volume of my voice rose with each word. This is not going to be good.

Gamzee's POV

Kurloz and I ran out of there the moment we saw the smile on Dad's face. That smile was never good. We both raced to our private bathrooms and quickly showered. As I washed the paint off of my arms and face, my mind wondered back to the kiss. That kiss was just magical. It was so amazing. [Y/n] was so amazing. She is so beautiful and kind and just amazing. I wanna know more about her. I want her to be mine. Wait, what? I just met her. How can I have feelings this quickly for her? I have no idea what it is but I wanna have her, love her, keep her. What the fuck is she doing to me? I never really associate with Vriska. Never confront her or anything unless she's messing with my friends. Though I've never gone as far as I did today before. What the hell is going on?

As I washed the paint out of my hair, I heard the doorbell and my father open the door. Who the hell is here at this time of night? I finished up my shower and dried myself up before heading to my room for some clean clothes. I was finally dressed in a long-sleeved purple shirt and black lounge pants when I heard [Y/n] scream. "What in the ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Something was wrong. I ran out of my room, meeting up with Kurloz. He asked what was going on and I just shrugged and ran down the stairs. We both came downstairs and saw [Y/n] glaring at whoever was outside the door while Dad was standing there glancing between the stranger and [Y/n]. Kurloz tapped my shoulder and signed, 'Is it just me or does Father actually look scared?' I looked back at Dad and noticed that he did look a little scared. This was definitely bad. I quickly walked over to [Y/n] to see what was wrong. Her gaze never left that of the stranger. I look at them and saw it was a guy. He looked like he was no older than 25. About 6'2, [h/c] hair that reached his shoulders, [e/c] eyes looking down at the ground, a hint of a shadow on his chin meaning he shaved pretty recently. He looked pretty buff, so I knew he could hurt somebody quite easily. He looked like he felt guilty about something, refusing to look up and meet [Y/n]'s burning glare. It was kind of funny. This big guy looking scared in front of a small girl like [Y/n].

I looked at him closer and noticed something; he and [Y/n] looked similar. After noticing a few more similarities, I guessed that this must be her brother. But why did she seem angered at him being here? Then I remembered that she said she had to call her foster mom to let her know where she is. My best guess is that something happened to her and her brother before she was put into foster care. Whatever it was, it had [Y/n] fuming mad.

She tried walking to the door, fists clenched and shaking while her knuckles were pure white. Ignoring her anger, I quickly wrapped my arm in front of her to hold her back while the guy took a step back. He was probably afraid she was going to hit him. Fuck, I'd be scared too. She may be small but she looks pretty scary right now. The guy held his hands up, as if saying he doesn't mean any harm. [Y/n] struggled in my grasp a bit before settling down. After a few awkward minutes of her glaring at him, she finally spoke. "You had better have a really good fucking reason as to why you're here and an even better one as to why I shouldn't kick your pathetic face in." I cringe hearing the anger in her voice. The boy sighed and then looked her dead in the eye, "I'm here to take you home."