Staring at the door of a rundown home, he sat in a warm truck, a suitcase in the back, his Juggalo friend in the bed of the truck, unloading the others wheelchair. Tavros sat staring, for any sign of Gamzee's older brother. He sighed slightly in relief; he had only seen the man once.

So after the other had helped him. He hesitated before rolling into the door after him. Gamzee walked ahead, kicking away empty cans of discarded faygo, and he frowned in a bit of disappointment. "Gamzee… You really need to clean these up. It's not good for your health." Gamzee just laughed a little and pushed him in more.

Tavros simply rolled his eyes and smiled a tiny bit at his friend, he truly was a bit hopeless from time to time. He was excited to spend a while with him, a few weeks at most. They'd spend it rapping, cooking the stupidest things, doing about what they usually did.

What they usually did was enough to keep the two up for hours on end, laughing until both were in tears, around Gamzee, Tavros had been very happy. He was glad the kid who looked a bit older walked up to him in his first year back at school, asked him so many questions.

How immediately, the kid had taken him under his wing.

Protected him from bullies, and even his sister sometimes.

Lost in a bit of a daze sitting in his friend's living room while waiting from him to pack, he didn't realize the muffled arguing coming from a room over. He didn't notice it was loud, and he could hear almost every word of it.

He couldn't comprehend it, until the almost booming scream.

"I will not allow Nitrams here!"

This statement really baffled Tavros, he stared into the room until Gamzee came walking out, he was pissed until he saw the other staring at him confused. He immediately brightened. "Don't all up and worry motherfucker."

But that's when he came out of the room, it was a small apartment and he was a tall, lanky male with skull makeup, he was well-built despite his lankiness and his long messy hair barley contained in a ponytail.

Fuck Tavros was terrified just looking at the male, but his anger seemed to fade upon looking straight at the teenager. "Get him the fuck out Gamzee. He looks exactly like him!" Gamzee turned to the male and growled a bit, gripping his friend's handles and pushing him out after slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder.

He wasn't stopping despite the other's protests and whines.

He loaded him into the truck without another word, then in the truck, Gamzee slams a fist into the wheel. It was sudden, and Tavros jumped, scooting as close to the window as possible as the other went into a state of cursing, yelling at nothing.

"G-Gamzee…?"

"Motherfucker shut up!" He was not the usual, always smiling, chill, calm Gamzee. Now he had a fiery look in his usually glassy eyes, he was tense and was even glaring at his little Tavbro as he called the other. The one he'd never snap at, he was almost growling at.

"Just… shut the fuck up." He put the car in gear, and began pulling out, and then just driving. It was not like usual, their wasn't some stupid rap song bursting from the radio, and it was dead silent, until Gamzee pulled over and slammed his face into the wheel. Tavros frowned and gently sent a hand on his shoulder.

He sat still, just still. His face in the wheel and a few tears running down his cheek. Tavros frowned lightly, wiping it away from his eye and sighing. "U-uh.. Gamzee?" "Just shut the fuck up." He started the car again.

In a few hours, he was back to his normal, laughing smiling self. He knows why Gamzee disappeared into his bathroom, and why he came out, and there was slight smoke but he ignores it.

You ignore every fact of that, he does have a green card.

Or so Tavros thinks.

He said so, why lie?

Maybe he didn't want to worry Tavros to worry.

Why would he worry? He wouldn't possibly…

"Hey motherfucker, you wanna make out?"

He's asking again? "Gamzee no…"

"Take your time bro."

Tavros has never really understood him.

But, Tavros puts up enough with him for most of the summer before they have to start worrying about beginning to get College supplies, a new laptop, things such as that. Gamzee is using his old one but for school, Tavros' uncle has refused to let him, so their saving for a new one. But Gamzee really doesn't have options such as that.

IT makes Tavros a bit upset to know he can't help his friend, but he knew Gamzee was content.

But, soon, they'd be heading to college, Tavros was actually a bit scared.