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That morning you knew something was wrong. Something terrible happened, you could sense it. The clock read 8:03 am. You were late for school. You angry mother flashed through your head. Why did none of your friends wake you up? The phone read 4 NEW MESSAGES, it was on silent. Curses! All of them were from your best friend and crush Gamzee Makara. He is very kind and usually peaceful. You heard from others that he can be very dangerous but you didn't believe that. Damn it! Thinking of him made you even later. You are lucky that you already had clothes picked out. A dark purple shirt and some black sweats. You ran as fast as you could, a piece of toast hanging from your mouth.
Around the corner was Gamzee himself on his bike. He was normally late for school so it didn't surprise you.
"Hi my wicked little sis! What is goin on?"
"As much as I would like to talk to you I am going to be late as is." You shook your head and continued on.
"I could always give you a ride."
"Thank you!"
"Anythin for a sis. Want some wicked elixir?"
You shook your head. You may like faygo but to much would get you sick. He nodded his head lazily and took a swig. You jumped on the bars on the back. In order to stabilize yourself you wrapped your arms around him. You were blushing so hard! At least he was focused on the road so he didn't notice. He smelled of faygo (of course) and something else, you couldn't name it though. The path was smooth but his skills on the bike were to be decided. He hummed a little tune which you thought was the cutest thing ever! You recognized it after a little while. It was Clint Eastwood. You were at the school way to soon. When you jumped off you turned to thank him. You didn't expect a hug.
"Love you (f/n)!" he said.
You were shocked at first but returned the sentiment with a kiss. Only a little face paint wiped off.
"See you later." He walked to his class.
Maybe you should be late more often.
Around the corner was Gamzee himself on his bike. He was normally late for school so it didn't surprise you.
"Hi my wicked little sis! What is goin on?"
"As much as I would like to talk to you I am going to be late as is." You shook your head and continued on.
"I could always give you a ride."
"Thank you!"
"Anythin for a sis. Want some wicked elixir?"
You shook your head. You may like faygo but to much would get you sick. He nodded his head lazily and took a swig. You jumped on the bars on the back. In order to stabilize yourself you wrapped your arms around him. You were blushing so hard! At least he was focused on the road so he didn't notice. He smelled of faygo (of course) and something else, you couldn't name it though. The path was smooth but his skills on the bike were to be decided. He hummed a little tune which you thought was the cutest thing ever! You recognized it after a little while. It was Clint Eastwood. You were at the school way to soon. When you jumped off you turned to thank him. You didn't expect a hug.
"Love you (f/n)!" he said.
You were shocked at first but returned the sentiment with a kiss. Only a little face paint wiped off.
"See you later." He walked to his class.
Maybe you should be late more often.
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The man who opens the door offers you a kind smile and hands you a note.
'Hello! My name is Kurloz, you'll have to excuse the notes, but I cant speak. My son Gamzee is inside, please come in."
You follow the messy haired man into the large house.
There is a little boy playing with a stuffed goat on the floor.
He looks up at you and smiles big.
"Hi! Im Gamzee!" He runs up and hugs your legs.
You smile and pet his head,"hi Gam, my name is (f/n)."
He looks up to you and grins before turning to his father,"how long can she stay?"
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You are handed anothe
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This was a little something I threw together. I am sorry if he is to OOC it is my first time writing with him. GAMZEE BELONGS TO ANDREW HUSSIE PLZ DO NOT SUE ME! Plz review and help me improve.
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You ran as fast as you could, a piece of toast hanging from your mouth
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