Terminally Flushed

Am I Dreaming?

Reader's POV

Sunlight was shining through the windows, warming my face. Slowly, I sat up, careful not to wake Gamzee. Bones and joints popped as I stood and stretched, a slight smile on my face. Gamzee rolled over on the couch and dropped his phone on the floor. The makeup on his face was really smeared. I hope to god it's not in my hair. His snoring made me chuckle. It could put a chainsaw to shame. I looked out the window and saw the Sun was pretty high. I looked for my phone to check the time but it wasn't in my pocket. Frantically looking around, I found it on the coffee table. I unlocked it to see the time. 10:43?!?! We're late for school! I started shaking Gamzee's shoulder, kinda harshly. "Gamzee. Wake up! We're late for school!" Hearing the last bit, he shot straight up and almost conked me in the head. "Are you motherfucking kidding me?!" He almost yelled. Just as he was getting up, his father walked in. He looked at me and Gamzee and chuckled. "Don't worry about school. Somebody made a bomb threat so the school board told everyone to stay home for the next few days. Oh and I already called your foster mom, [Y/n]. She says you can stay here if you want." Curious, I looked at my text messages. Mrs. F texted and confirmed it. Well, at least I'm out of the house. I smiled at Mr. Makara and thanked him and asked where the bathroom was. "Up the stairs, 2nd door on the left. Now, if you motherfuckers will excuse me, I've got some paperwork to do." With that, he left the room. Gamzee just laughed before laying back down.

I headed up the stairs towards the bathroom. I need to pee like a mofo and make sure Gamzee's makeup wasn't in my hair. Going past the first door, I noticed it was open and saw Kurloz chilling on his bed with a sketchpad. I guess he could sense I was there or something because he looked at me and smiled. He grabbed a white board from his nightstand and wrote something on it then showed it to me. 'Good morning, sleeping beauty.' My cheeks turned light red. "Morning, Kurloz. Whatcha drawing there." I motioned to the sketchpad in his lap. I only got a glimpse of the top of it. What surprised me the most about it was that it looked like...me.

Kurloz's POV

That was way too close. I think she still saw some of it. I hope not. God what is wrong with me? The sketch was still open on my lap. It's been like half an hour since I closed the door and I already finished the drawing. It was good but I just couldn't catch her just right. Her hair was flowing in some imaginary wind, her eyes looking curiously into the night sky. I threw my sketchpad onto my nightstand before leaving my room. I'd have to fix it later. Down in the living room, [Y/n] and Gamzee were watching a Resident Evil marathon on TV, cuddling. I did my best not to growl while sitting on one of the chairs and watching it with them. Knowing she's right there sent chills through my body. Knowing she's right there cuddling with that motherfucker drove my hands to clenching and shaking until I heard a nervous cough. I looked over to them and saw Gamzee glaring at me and shaking his head, then glanced to [Y/n]. His eyes were saying "Not now. Not while she's here." So, he feels the same way. At least he gets to hold her. I just took a deep breath and mindlessly watched the movie.

Halfway into the movie, Dad came in and told us that he needs to go out and run some errands and told Gamzee he had to go as well. I did my best not to jump up out of excitement. That means I get [Y/n] to myself! I thought to myself very excitedly. Gamzee gave her a quick hug, then gave me what I suppose was a warning glare before him and Dad left. Right. Like I'm not going to try and cuddle with her. Not even 5 minutes later, I heard her squeal because of the zombie attack in the movie. I grabbed my notepad from my pocket and asked her if she wanted me to hold her during the movie. She nodded frantically and made room next to her for me. I sat next to her and put my arm around her small shoulders, trying not to make her uncomfortable. Probably should've wrapped both around her since she nuzzled very close to me, cowering in my chest anytime she got scared. Her [h/l] hair was soft against my neck when she hid. I did my best not to stroke it but I couldn't help myself. When she hid her face again, I started gently stroking her hair, running my fingers through it. It was softer than it looked. Like the fur of a kitten. My little kitten. After a few minutes of me petting her, I noticed that she hadn't moved for a bit. I looked down at her and found that she had fallen asleep, hair in her face while she snored very softly. Without thinking, I softly pushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. An innocent smile crept onto her lips. Those beautiful, full lips. It takes every bit of my self control not to lean down and kiss her. So I just continue watching the movie while she sleeps.

Just as the movie ended, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Careful as to not wake [Y/n], I pull it out and check my messages. It's from Dad. 'Ran into a problem. Me and Gamzee have to go out of state for a few days. School won't be open until they settle the bomb threats. [Y/n] is allowed to stay BUT IN SEPARATE ROOMS! Don't burn down the fucking house while I'm gone.' A shiver of joy went through me as I read the text. I should probably wake [Y/n] and tell her what Dad said.

Reader's POV

Where am I? All I can tell is that it's dark, like really dark. I fumble around looking for some sort of light switch on the walls. Nope. Nothing. I'm finally about to give up when a bright light turns on from somewhere above. It's hard to tell since I'm now blind! 'Hey! Can somebody turn down the damn lights?!' I try to yell. But, I can't. I have no voice. This is becoming weird. Letting my eyes adjust, I take in my surroundings. The light is shining in the center of the room but only so the floor under it is illuminated. The walls are still hidden from my sight. Other than that, I'm alone. At least until I look again and there's a figure under the light. Fear starts to grip me as I watch the dark form slowly walk to me. It's tall and wearing a hooded cloak so I can't see their face. I can definitely tell that their tall. Like really tall. They get closer and I try to run. Like my voice, all movement is gone. Terror freezes me in place. Then, for some strange reason, Gamzee floats across my thoughts. His goofiness, his chill demeanor, his protectiveness around me. My thoughts then switch to Kurloz. Wait, what? His quiet yet authority like presence, his warmth, his soft lips when he kissed the top of my head. What? Did he really think I fell asleep immediately? Hell no. I was awake and trying not to giggle. But right now, those lips were all that was on my mind... Up until the creepy figure stopped in front of me. Funny, not once did I hear his footsteps. It was as though he was gliding. He glared over her, silent for several minutes until he spoke. "You will come home to us, [Y/n]. I won't stop until you are and nothing will get in my way. Not even those clowns." He pulled down his hood to reveal my brother. I wanted to scream but no sound came out. Quickly, I covered my face so I didn't have to look at him. I stayed like that for what seemed like ages. Suddenly a pair of hands gently grasped mine, slowly pulling them away. It was tempting to see who it was but I was still scared it'd be Charlie. I kinda figured it wasn't when I felt a pair of lips brush mine. They were soft and cautious, waiting for my approval. I started kissing back, not even caring who it was. All I know is that their lips against mine felt like time was stopping, the whole world coming to a halt just so this moment could last a lifetime. But it was cut short because soon their lips left mine. I opened my eyes to see who it was but I only got a glimpse of blurry clown makeup before I felt a shaking in my body.

I stirred from my nap, somebody was shaking my shoulder but they stopped when I turned to look at the person but I was stopped. Why? Oh probably because my lips were against their's. Who was I kissing? Hm, clown makeup, thick black hair, painted stitches across their lips. Oh hey, it's Kurloz... KURLOZ?!?!?! I jolted back in surprise, my eyes widening like a deer in headlights while Kurloz just sat there as dumbfounded as me. My lips moved to make the words of an apology but all that came out was "Uh...I ummm... uhhmm..." His cheeks had a faint red tint coming through his makeup. He regained his composure and made a motion with his fingers across his lips while his eyes explained, 'I'm not telling a soul.' Still pretty confuzzled, I just nodded my head. Acting as though the kiss didn't happen, he pointed at me then at his phone before handing it to me. It was a text from his father. Well, isn't that a coincidence. Well, guess I should let Miss F know what's going on and about Mr. Makara's offer. Within seconds (damn she types fast), I get a text from her saying it was alright, as long as I don't do anything illegal. God I love that woman. She doesn't give me hard restrictions on what I can and can't do. I know wrong from right. As long as I don't come home in a cop car or a coffin, I'm good. "Hey, my foster mom said I can stay. I'll have to stop by my house though to get some clothes." Kurloz nodded and started texting somebody. He then typed in a memo that he just asked one of his friend's if she could give us a ride to my house. I thanked him then got up to go to the bathroom. I did my business but stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, staring at my reflection in the mirror. All I could think about was the kiss and the possible awkwardness that might linger for the next few days. I touched my lips while thinking about it. "Maybe it won't be so bad afterall."