From Alone To Home ~Humanstuck! Gamtav~

Lonely Road

*Tavs pov*
It was a cool summer night and you, Tavros Nitram wheeled yourself down the street, checking your watch every few minuets anxiously. The time seemed to move slower then usual as you made your way down a dark street. You sighed and kept wheeling yourself down the sidewalk, arms growing tired when you came to a small intersection lit up by dim street lights. You kept your gaze down and checked over your shoulder frequently as you made your way to a stop. You where in a small group of people maybe 4 or five with you at the most now as you waited for the signal to say it was safe to cross.

A few seconds later the light changed and the few cars came to a stop. You wheeled yourself across the streets as fast as you could, cursing at yourself for being so slow and making the cars wait after the light had changed back. After you finally made it to the sidewalk opposite to the one you where formerly on, the sound of flowing guitar music filled your ears. You curiously went in the direction of the noise and turned a corner around the side of a building. You then saw a guy who you assumed to be the same age as you but you couldn't quite tell because of his odd...face paint? It somewhat resembled a clown but it was grey and white. The grey around his eyes and mouth, both curved up at the ends. The mouth looked like a smile even though you could see his mouth was neutrally positioned as he concentrated on his hand movements. The remainder of his face being painted white.

You cautiously wheeled up to him and listened to him play. It sounded so smooth and flowing, you found yourself getting lost in thought as he started to sing. God. His voice was amazing. Low, but not too low as words flowed from his mouth and sounded off perfectly in tune with the music yet raspy in a way. You looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back a lazy, happy smile as he continued to sing. A few people got bored of the music and tossed a few quarters or dollars into the guitar case and left. You on the other hand stayed, mesmerized by him and his talent. The song soon stopped and you sighed happily pulling out your wallet and tossing in a 20 doller bill. You would have given him a ten or even five at the least but you gave him the first thing you pulled out. He gasped softly and reached into the case pulling it out and examining it, almost like he has never seen one before.

His expression then lit up and he held the bill tightly in his hand. You smiled and blushed nervously directing your gaze down at the ground. You took that opportunity to examine his clothes. They where worn out and somewhat dirty having a few poorly sewn patches here and there. You sighed unhappily as you realized he had no home. You didn't realize that he was talking to you until he snapped his fingers infront of your face, startling you a bit. He looked at you a bit worried at first as you gave him a scared expression but you soon smiled and he let out a sigh of relief.

"S-sorry..I-I um..must have g-got l-l-lost in th-thought.."

You blushed slightly as you mentally slapped yourself. Your damn stutter. You hated it. Well you hated yourself more but that only contributed to it. He just smiled a lazy smile and tucked the change and the bill you had given him into his pants pockets and kneeled down to pack up his guitar.

"It's alright my wicked brother, happens to everyone."

He then turned and smiled at you, a calm look on his face. You slowly looked up and your eyes met with his and your blush deepened. His face was quite close to yours as he looked at you, his indigo eyes meeting with your chocolate brown ones. You took a moment to examine them. They where so beautiful and strange..but relaxed at the same time. Almost..too relaxed... You dismiss the thought and smile shyly at him.

"I-I..o-ok th-thanks.."

You blush deeper and look down at your feet, sitting on their rests on your wheel chair. He chuckles softly and smiles.

"Heh. No worries bro. So what's your name motherfucker?"

You took a deep breath and tried to get your name out. It was always hard for you to say because of your stutter and it was a mouthful, not to mention the fact you where pretty damn nervous too.

"M-my name? O-ok my n-na..name is T-tav-vros N-nitr-ram.."

You looked down and frowned, sighing heavily. He only smiled at you and giggled a bit.

"Well hello there tavbro. I'm Gamzee Makara."

He put his hand out and you shakily put your hand against it, his nicely enveloping yours in the small handshake you two shared. After he released your hand he went back to packing up his guitar, expecting you to go on your way. You just watched him and spoke up softly and nervously.

"W-where did you learn h-how to pl-play s-so well?"

He looked over at you and raised a brow, like nobody had ever stayed to ask or talk to him. He closed the case and buckled it up before standing up and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Well..you see I up and wanted to learn music instead of motherfuckin following in my dad and brothers steps. I up and wanted to live my own life...do what I enjoy. So I payed for lesions behind my dads back..got real good at it..but when I went to show him..he didn't approve at all. I got kicked out and well..here I am now. I mean it's not that bad I get some change now and then from people who appreciate my motherfuckin playin, I travel around a lot finding an alleyway that's not too sketchy and stay there for a while, then move on.."

You sat there and listened. He really did have a pretty bad life..but he was happy..sort of. He seemed happy you stayed to talk and that you gave him twenty dollars. It was nice to know you had this big of an impact on his life all ready but how would you know if you where going to stay a part of his life? He seemed like a nice guy..a lonely one too. Maybe you could ask your dad if he could stay with you guys till he got a job and could afford a home, a nicer wardrobe and my be even have a family again.

"S-so um G-gamzee..d-do y-you need a pl-place to St-stay..? I-I mean I'm sure m-my dad w-wouldn't m-mind..I w-wouldn't want yo-you getting sick o-out here a-and I'm sure he would b-be happy k-knowing he h-helped y-you out."

You smile weakly and waited for his answer. He just smiled and gave you a huuuuuge hug, thanking you about a million times.

Oh my motherfuck aren't you just the best motherfuckin thing I ever ran into! Thank you tavbro! I'll behave I motherfuckin promise! I'll be the best guest ever! Honk. I promise!!"

You blushed deeply and gasped, smelling the dirt and..some sort of drug or alcohol that was embedded into his clothing. Also a sweeter smell...almost like soda? Hm..well you'll talk about that later. Right now you need to get him cleaned, fed and home.