Little Bitty Miracles {Gamzee x Tavros}

13

The end of the day finally came. I went to my locker and got my stuff, but my locker was slammed shut for me. My wheeled chair was spun around and I came face-to-face with Karkat - who had been bothering me all day.

I grew a little scared, since no one else was around. "W-What do you-" I tried, but he cut me off.

"Listen cripple," he started, sounding agitated and angry, "what the fuck do you think you're doing hanging around my moirial?"

"H-He . . . he's my m-moirial t-too."

"Like Gamzee would ever be pale with you, fucking cripple."

"I-I'm . . . I-I'm not-"

He slammed his hand against the lockers behind me near my head, getting closer to me. "You're not a what?" he asked.

I closed my eyes. "I'm not a, c-cripple."

He sneered. "Tell that to me again without fucking stuttering. Maybe then I'll actually take you seriously."

He grabbed the collar of my shirt with his free hand, pulling me even closer to his always ticked off face. "Just stay away from Gamzee, alright?" I nodded in fear and he smirked. He then pushed me to my left, making me fall out of my wheeled chair onto the floor. I hit my left horn on the ground and gasped in pain.

"Motherfucking cripple," he said, then walked away.

I started crying, laying on my side in a funny way that made me look down at the ground cause my horn pushed my face to the floor. I wanted to curl up into a small ball and disappear forever, but my legs never moved.

A hand gently lay itself on my shoulder and I flinched in fear. "What the fuck happened?" Gamzee asked.

I started to tremble and mumbled something to myself, making sure Gamzee couldn't hear it on purpose.

"What'd you say Tavbro?" I cried more as he called me that.

"I-I," I started, ". . . I-I was t-told to s-stay away f-from you." I attempted to crawl away, but didn't move.

"Who fucking told you that?" He sounded mad. I turned to face the tiled floor, getting his crouched figure out of my sight.

"K-K-Kar . . . K-Karkat. . . ."

Gamzee made a quiet 'mm' sound, like he was shocked. "What the. . .? Why the fuck would he tell you that?!" I shrugged.

Gamzee started to pick me up bridal style. "Well, he's gonna have to motherfucking get through me if he wants to motherfucking bully you."

I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling myself closer to him and inhaling his scent. "T-Thanks," I told him quietly and started to shake again.

He pulled me even closer to him and we stayed in a silent hug. I had closed my eyes, but now opened them, trying to think. Would Gamzee act this way towards me if he had a flush-crush on me? Or better yet, would he act like this if he didn't have a flush-crush on me? Everytime I'm around Gamzee I feel so loved and appreciated for being alive. He always wants to be near me, or talking to me somehow. It was nice, but it didn't make sense to me till now.

Gamzee was about to set me in my wheeled chair, but I leaned up to his ear, and with all the confidence I had whispered: "Are you flushed for me?"