Gamzee x Reader: No Fools Game 1

Chapter 1: Members of the Afternoon Detention Crew.

===== > Be The Stoner Troll

Your name is Gamzee Makara and currently you are making a tape mustache. This isn’t the best idea you’ve had but due to your boredom you don’t really care. Which is not to say you’d care otherwise, as you don’t actually really care about how silly or stupid you may appear to anyone else when you aren’t bored but-

Ah, you forgot where you were going with that thought and a certain laugh interrupted your thought process.

Your best bro, Tavros, couldn’t hold in his laughter at the task you both had taken up and you gave a big smile in return, laughing in unison with him. This earns you both a scolding from the teacher in the front of the room and you both stop for a moment before you’re unable to hold in your laughter once again, the situation becoming ten times funnier now that you have to be quiet.

“Gamzee Makara and Tavros Nitram, for the last time, be silent!”

Of course, this doesn’t help the matter any and you earn yourselves another week of detention.

“Aw man,” Tavros frowns, but glances at you again and smiles. “Another week of detention… Oh well, at least we will get to be here again, although this isn’t the ideal, uh, place to hang out, it’s still hanging out with my, uh, best bro!”

“Yeah, bro, this is all motherfucking fun and all. Shit, I enjoy this quality time with you.” You smiled and traced the lines to your fake mustache as Tavros did his.

Yes, you were in detention. Again. This time it was for riding on the back of Tavros’ wheel chair as you zipped through the hallways, occasionally taking a running burst to pick up speed. As previously stated you didn’t much care for how silly or stupid or dangerous your ideas could be- but this one had gotten you both detention and resulted in the prevention of you being allowed to push Tavros’ through the halls at any time as long as you were on the school premises.

The thought made you sad, but you did recall that Tavros’ had asked you before not to do such dangerous things- as it could hurt not only both of you but many others in the process- and said no more of it for the sake of his happiness. You did only wish the best for him, after all.

You glanced up from your tiny portion of the classroom at the other students stuck in detention. There was Eridan with Vriska, arguing over something in whispers of anger. Dave, John, Jade, Rose, Kanaya and Karkat were sitting close by playing a human card game called ‘Uno’. Terezi, Nepeta and Equius were opposite you and whispering amongst themselves- and Sollux was escaping out the window to meet Aradia and Feferi down below.

Oh, and a human girl you hadn’t met before sitting in the middle of the room, her nose in a book. She looked uncomfortable, her torso hunched over the book almost completely and her body folded in a position that looked oddly comfortable. You hadn’t seen her before- or maybe you had, but definitely not in detention. Her (color) skin looked soft and smooth and her (length) silky (color) almost shielded her face. You studied her for a moment, lost in the anatomy of her for a length of time you couldn’t have kept track of even if you tried. It wasn’t long until Tavros had to pull you out of your trance, his gray skin blushing slightly with brown.

“Hey, uh, it’s not polite to stare, Gamzee.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean to offend a motherfucker.” You frowned, glancing at him with a slightly worried look in your eyes. Had she said something to Tavros and you hadn’t noticed?

“You, uh, didn’t. I don’t think she noticed…But you have to remember…We’re not really liked by all, uh, humans.”

=== > Question the writer.Remember that trolls have just recently started coexisting on Earth.

Oh, yeah. That.

Just recently trolls had started living on earth, coexisting with humans. It was through a bunch of shenanigans you don’t like to think about, but now the world must be shared with the new populations of both races. While some open minded humans and trolls accept this, there was still a very, very large sum that did not. There were news stories of fights and deaths between the two races, disputes of anger and malice that had turned into blood baths. It wasn’t long until there were laws set in place- by the humans because technically they were here first and had chosen to ‘share’ the land- and the trolls were forced to file each and every last name of the trolls in existence in a program that brought the trolls in for ‘inspections’ . These ‘inspections’ were scheduled and sometimes sprung on trolls randomly for ‘check ups’. Such cases meant the trolls were stripped from whatever lives they had going and brought to the moon for their evaluations and if they were ‘healthy’ enough to live on earth, they were sent back. If they were found to not be ‘healthy’, they were locked away on the asylum built on the moon for ‘murderous’ and ‘dangerous’ trolls who had committed certain heinous or unforgivable crimes.

In conclusion, humans and trolls getting along were not stories you often heard and even if you had, there were twice the amount of hateful stories to shadow it. Certain areas- despite all the hate spreading around, could be considered ‘safe’ and mixed the two races, such as where Gamzee and crew are. It was considerably safe, but bullying still occurred in the extreme cases.


==== > Alright, I understand, commence with the story.

                Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me.

==== > Be Gamzee again.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to what Tavros was saying and continued staring off into space. Incidentally, the space you seemed to stare off in was the space occupied by the human girl you hadn’t met before. She’d noticed your gaze and a blush brightened her face, her skin blazing up like a wildfire. However you fail to notice this fact still, making the girl squirm so much until she gives a sigh and calls to you- interrupting your space out time.

“…Why are you staring at me?!” she growled and you blinked, meeting her (color) gaze with confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Why are you staring at me?!” she asked again, a little louder this time.

“I wasn’t motherfucking staring at you, sis.” you smile, but she simply gives a conflicted stare and shakes her head, returning to her book with a sigh.

“I, uh, guess she doesn’t like trolls…” Tavros mumbled and you shrugged, sneaking glances here and there throughout the rest of the hour.

After you were released from detention you walked along with Tavros down the halls, both your book bag and Tavros’ hanging from your shoulder. Normally you’d be talking about a bunch of random shit with Tavros, but you couldn’t escape the thought of that human girl…There was just something about her that stuck in your thinkpan.

“Hey, Tavbro, what did you think of that human girl?”

“Uh, what about her?”

“What did you motherfucking think about her?”

“I, uh, don’t know. She seemed really shy…But I don’t think she likes trolls, Gamzee, if that’s what you mean…”

“No, bro. She’s just…I don’t fucking know. There’s something about her…”

“Well, she doesn’t like being stared at, obviously.” Tavros shrugged but wheeled himself to the door and past you as you opened it for him, the nice warm afternoon meeting both of you.

“Oh well, I can’t fucking figure it out...Must not be very fucking important. Let’s go do something fun, Tav.”

“Yeah! We should go do something fun!” Tavros smiled and you gave a smile back, wheeling him towards your shared apartment for some sick rhymes or video games.

~

==== > Be put on Class Cleaning Duty

It seems this month you have been the chosen male to be put on the Class Cleaning Duty. You don’t really mind, although you are a little sad because it’ll cut into your time with Tavros- as it takes you directly out of detention due to it being a punishment in itself. A sigh escapes your lips and you shrug, hardly paying attention to which female is chosen. It’s always been a pair to be put up with cleaning the mess all these people make and typically the kids in detention get it, but this really doesn’t surprise you. Surely this must be for what happened yesterday or your lack of attention in class causing the teacher to automatically dislike you.

Both are certainly plausible at this point but it doesn’t really affect you. Instead you occupy your gaze outside and watch the clouds pass by, eventually causing you to space out again. It isn’t until you feel a tap on your shoulder that you pull yourself out of your own mind and turn toward the source, which just so happens to be Tavros.

“Hey, uh, it’s lunch time. Are you ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah bro.” you smile and stand up, walking alongside him as you make your way to lunch.

“So you got put on cleaning duty, huh? That sucks...” Tavros frowns, but perks up, “but at least I’ve got detention so we get out around the same time!”

“Yeah, bro. It’s all fucking good. We still get to live together and walk home.”

“But, uh, a word of advice, if it that would be okay for me to give you.”

“Shoot, Tav. Your advice is always all up and fucking useful and welcome.”

“Well…I wouldn’t stare at who you got partnered with for cleaning duty. And, uh, don’t space out either, if you can…”

“I’ll try not to, bro, so don’t you worry, alright?” you smiled.

It looked as if Tavros was going to say more, but as you two came to your table of troll friends and a select few of humans, the conversation dropped. You both melded into the current topic of the table of miracles and friendship.

“So when are your guy’s evaluations dates?” John asked, looking around at the other trolls and yourself.

“I think we all go on the same day, or around that time…” Karkat shrugged, “But why the fuck do you want to know, asslamp?”

“Whoa, Karkat, it was just a question!” John laughed nervously and you turned to Tavros, raising an eyebrow.

“When’s your evaluation day, Tavbro?”

“The, uh, thirteenth I think. When is yours?”

“The fucking fourteenth, bro.”

“Oh, we don’t go on the same day this time…Hopefully the next time, though!” Tavros gave a slight smile and you nodded, rising to your feet to grab some pizza and some wicked elixir.

As you walk across the lunchroom, you give a lazy glance over the room, spotting all the cliques and tables mixed with friends. You find it really fucking amazing that all sorts of different people can come together and be friends…Friendship is such a motherfucking miracle…

                You shove your hands in your pockets and step into the lunch line, glancing around again with a lazy smile on your lips. Your eyes fall on a few of the options available for lunch and you study them without much interest.

                After receiving your food you make your back to your table you sit and talk to your friends for a little while longer.

                “Hey, uh, Gamzee?”

                “Yeah, Tav?”

                “…Remember what I said about your cleaning duty?”

                “Yeah, what about it?” you ask and look up curiously.

                “Well, you’re paired up with (Name)…I don’t think you realized that…”

                “(Name)…? I don’t think I’ve met her…Why?”

                “Well, she-“ before he can finish the bells rung and you both walk to your respective classes.
 
                Your mind settles on what Tavros was trying to tell you…So what? You’re paired with (Name). Whoever that was…But you were sure you two wouldn’t have a problem. You couldn’t have caused any trouble without having met someone, after all. So what was the big deal?

                You shrugged it off and the hours passed until the time came to go to your cleaning duty. You walked to the class room to report to the teacher. They handed you the supplies needed and ordered you to sweep the floors.

                You immediately set to work, zoning out as you worked. You swept under the desks and in the isles carefully, taking what you could with the broom bristles and sweeping up the contents in a pile.

                As you made your way down the next isle, you hummed a bit, a song even you couldn’t recognize sounding in your throat.

                “Oof!” You bump into something and you crash to the floor, someone landing on top of you.

                You blink up into (color)  wide eyes, your own half open ones lazy as you smile. You could have sworn you’d seen these eyes somewhere.

                “Hey there, chica.” You smile your lazy, toothy grin and immediately a red blush spreads across the persons face.

                Wait a minute…Those eyes…That blush…This was the girl from detention! (Name)!

                “Hey, aren’t you that girl that’s new in detention?” you ask, but (Name)’s already collected herself and promptly moved off of your body. You sit up for a moment and stare at her, waiting for an answer from the blushing girl.

                “Yes, I am. And I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there, I hadn’t meant to fall on you like that…I was simply working and got lost in thought..” she clarified and continued her work as you stood.

                “Don’t you fucking worry about it, sis. It’s all good, no harm done... I’m Gamzee. Gamzee Makara.” You smile and extend your hand towards her.

                She glances at if for a minute before she takes it gently and glances away. “(Name).”

                “Nice to meet you…So what were you in detention for?”

                “I really don’t think this is the time and place to be talking-“

                “They didn’t say we fucking couldn’t...And I think it helps the work move along faster. Conversation and company and all.” You shrug and get back to work.

                She sighed and just when you thought she wasn’t going to answer, she mutters, “Reading in class…”

                “Whoa, no shit?” you ask, turning towards her, “I thought that’s what they fucking wanted students to do in class!”

                “No- not ‘educational’ reading…I was reading a book I had brought from home- and even though I had finished my work, they said I had been caught too many times and that detention was my punishment...Which is really lame if you think about it.” She growls and you nod.

                “Yeah, a motherfucker would all up and think they’d be happy to see that kind of shit…Fuck, that’s kinda’ fucking ignorant on their half.”

                She nodded and glanced at you, “What about you?”

                “What?”

“Why were you in detention?”

“Oh, I was pushing Tav and riding on the back of his wheelchair down the hallways…haha, it was fun and we got to class in time, but they said it could hurt people so the made a motherfucker stop.” You shrugged.

She laughed, however, her giggling erupting from her soft looking lips and you smiled at the sound, watching her. Her eyes had closed and a smile spread across her face…Wow…It was a miracle in itself just to see that.

Once again, you got lost in her features, studying them with utter admiration until she interrupted you, a blush on her face again.

“You’re staring at me again…”

“Oh, sorry…My eyes just kind of wander off into the space you fucking occupy.” you shrug, “A motherfucker could spend all fucking day staring at you and not even know they'd be fucking staring at something so fucking miraculous.”

She said nothing and when you looked up, it seemed her whole body was red with embarrassment.

“T-Thank you…” she muttered and turned to finish her work. You followed suit, not exactly sure what to say next.

~

A light knock echoed in the comfortably silent room and you glanced up to find Tavros with a shy smile and a wave.

“Its, uh, time to go, Gamzee.”

“Sure thing, bro.” You smiled back lazily and turned to (Name), who glanced at Tavros then back to you with curiosity. “I guess a motherfucker will be seeing you later, sis.”

“I guess so...” she shrugged and turned back to her work, glancing over her shoulder just as you made your way to the door, “See you tomorrow.”

You simply nod and wheel Tavros out of the school, humming to yourself again.

“You seem to be in a good mood...” Tavros mentions.

“How can I not be? It's been a motherfucking good day, Tav.”

“I guess it has...So did things go well with cleaning duty?”

“Yeah...We got all that shit motherfucking up and clean as a whistle.”

“Oh, that is, uh, nice...But I meant with (Name)...” Tavros muttered, looking around.

“Shit, sorry. Uh...What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, from the other day I, uh, guessed she didn't like trolls...Was that true?”

“I didn't get it all up in my thinkpan to ask...She really didn't seem to get her fucking shorts in knot about being with a troll at all though.”

“That is a good thing then...Right?”

“Haha, I guess it motherfucking is.”

~

==== > Stop Being Gamzee and Return to being yourself

You proceed to quit being Gamzee and continue being yourself

For the next few days, everything was typically boring.  You did, however, start talking to Gamzee a little more during Cleaning Duty. You had to admit, he wasn't as intimidating as he seemed. At first glance, his tall stature and foreign looks looked absolutely frightening- but you found it hard not to watch him. Not in a creepy way, but in a way of...Admiration. His posture, his laid back attitude toward things...There was just something about him that you couldn't ignore.

Looking further into what he did and said, you found he was actually very nice and sweet. He probably knew a lot more than anyone gave him credit for and more than he would ever guess. He had a certain...Air about him that made you wonder. Unfortunately, due to your lack of knowledge of his species, you knew very little about normal behaviors. Obviously they had their own personalities, but you wondered if there was a norm they lived up too or if anything they did was considered 'natural' to them but different to humans....It was kind of exciting, when you thought about it. A whole new and different species, foreign to what you were used too. So alike and yet so contrasting...
~

“Hey, Rose, Kan, wait up!” you called as you spotted your friends down the hall, upon hearing you they turned and waited patiently.

“Why, Hello there (Name).” Kanaya smiled and you nodded in acknowledgment to both her and Rose.

“Hey, what are you guys up to?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Rose shrugged, “Talking about the horrible fashion sense of the student body...”

“But we're wearing uniforms...” you reminded, but when they both laughed, you sighed.

“Heh, I guess it's too early for me to comprehend jokes...” you shook your head, focusing on the matter, “But-”

“HEY, KANAYA!” a loud voice called, interrupting you.

All three of your heads turned towards a rather grouchy and vertically challenged troll heading your way, accompanied by a blonde kid with rounded sunglasses and a female troll with red shades, a cane and a smirk. You'd seen these people around before, but you didn't quite know their names...

“Ah, Karkat. There you are. I was beginning to worry...the lack of shouting put me in a state of temporary unease. I'm glad to see you're healthy, though.” Rose smiled and you glanced from her to the angry troll.

“Yeah, whatever, pisstrain. I'm not in the fucking mood for your damn long winded idiotic false deceptions right now, okay?”

“False deceptions? I had no intention of anything being deceptive or false. I was actually genuinely worried for your well being. It must have been hard to be quiet-”

“Yeah, yeah, you can have you sass off later tonight, alright kids?” the blonde kid interrupted, handing a flyer to Rose. “Just be here at the time and we can have all sorts of fun.”

He glanced at you for a moment- or at least you think he did. His head did turn in your direction- and studied you before handing a flyer to you as well. “You look like you enjoy sick beats and a hell of a good time. Be there or be a fucking lame quadrilateral, pointy edges and useless in some circumstances.”

“Errrr....Okay?” you asked, looking down at the flyer. It looked like an invitation to a party, it had a time, place and some directions on the page, but nothing else. “Is this a party?”

“...Seriously, Rose, where do you pick up these people? The thrift store for lack of commonsense? Yes, it's a fucking party, but it's exclusive to the people holding the flyers. Don't let anyone else see that paper or you'll explode- we've got a pact on the paper and some sick fucking curse just for that purpose. Just show up with the undying passion to dance and melt into your shoes at the sound of heavenly beats entering your brain waves, okay?”

“In other words, he's the DJ.” the female troll with the red glasses said, snickering.

“Oh my god, can you two shut up for one fucking minute? I swear you're like fucking winged beasts of mockery-” the grumpy troll- Karkat- started to say, but as the bell rang, you turned on your heels and headed to class, waving goodbye to Kanaya and Rose.

You gave one more glance at the paper before folding it and putting it into your pocket.

A party, huh? Couldn't hurt...It was on short notice, but you couldn't really blame them. Teenage parties were uncoordinated enough already...But this one surely had to be on short notice, with both trolls and humans attending. You didn't mind, though, and a bubbling feeling filled you as excitement swept through your features. A party...a party....
It could be really fun!
~

Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, sweat and other fluids varying from edible liquids to things you didn't want to think about mixed as the movements of the mass of people pushed them together. Music blared and pounded against the walls, nearly exploding as the beat shook the ground you stood on. Lights flashed and danced to the beats, making your eyes hurt as you tried to adjust to the changing speeds of each flash.

You guessed that kid had given out a lot more flyers..Speaking of that kid, he was at the very front of the room on a platform with equipment around him. Huh, so that one troll wasn't kidding...

Your eyes scanned the room eagerly, trying to find someone you at least knew a little bit to hang out with. There was just so much going on....People were randomly strewn about the room talking, drinking, eating, playing games or having sloppy make outs. It was hard to spot anyone in this lighting...

At long last, your eyes fell upon Karkat and the troll girl with him before, engaging in nothing less than a sloppy makeout themselves.

Okay then..Maybe not them...

You searched some more and your gaze landed on a certain troll in a wheelchair with large horns, being wheeled out a door by none other than Gamzee.

Well...You did know him...Not well, you might add, but you still knew him. And you couldn't find anyone else you knew more than him, so why not?

Without thinking much about it and ignoring that tiny voice in your head that objected to social interaction with people you barely knew, you grabbed a soda and headed toward the door they had just gone through, excitement pumping through your veins and giving a bounce to your step.

When you walked into the room you were glad to find it wasn't quite so loud. You could still feel the rumbling from the music and dancing, but it was more relaxing. Teenagers were  drifting about the room, some chatting and some on phones. You gave a small, satisfied smile and ambled through the room, searching for the pair you had seen...

“Well, shit, I didn't know you were all up and here, sis. Color a motherfucker surpsied.” a voice you recognized called and you turned toward it, seeing Gamzee sitting in a corner next to Tavros.

“Oh, hi!” you gave a small smile and waved, making your way over to them. “Do you mind if I sit with you guys?”

“No, not at all.”

“Pop a squat, chica.” Gamzee patted the spot next to him and gazed into your eyes with his half lidded gaze, his regular lazy smile placed on his lips.

You sat next to him and looked at Tavros, then to Gamzee expectantly. When he said nothing, you summoned up the courage to introduce yourself. “Hi, I'm (Name). You're Tavros, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I am...How did you know?” he asked, surprised.

“Oh, you've met Gamzee after cleaning duty a few times and I've heard him speak to you.”

“Oh, shit, that's right. You two haven't met yet. Tavbro, (Name).(Name),
Tavbro.” Gamzee motioned back and forth between you two.

“Hi.” Tavros smiled shyly and raised his hand slightly to wave.

“How'd you come and motherfucking get all up and invited to this place, sis?"

“Uh, the DJ invited me when I was hanging talking with Kanaya and Rose. What about you guys?”

“The DJ- oh, you must mean Dave.” Tavros clarified and you could have sworn you'd seen Gamzee roll his eyes. “We got invited by, Karkat and Terezi.”

“Is that the troll with the red glasses?”

“Yeah, that's her.” Tavros nodded and gave a small smile.

“Ah...I saw them in the other room...Uh, yeah.” you laughed nervously and Tavros nodded knowingly.

“They're getting their fucking sloppy makeout on...All up and macking on each other.” Gamzee snickered.

“Well, yeah...I just needed to get away from all the noise in there..It's a little bit much for me.” you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck to distract yourself. You weren't sure what to say, what to do...You hardly knew these two and you had to face the fact that you weren't that good at small talk...

“Yeah, I can, uh, understand that...So I asked Gamzee if we could go somewhere else and just hang out and stuff...Yeah.” Tavros said shyly and you gave him a small smile.

“That sounds really nice, I'm sorry to have interrupted your time...If you want I can leave-”

“Oh, no-”

“Aw, shit, you ain't gotta' leave chica. You're more than welcome to all up and motherfucking join us anytime.” Gamzee smiled and gave you his classic happy-go-lucky grin.

“...Okay.” you smiled up at him brightly and giggled. “Sure thing, bro!”

You continued to talk to Tavros and Gamzee for a little while longer...It felt like only minutes but as you glanced at your phone, you'd found you'd been talking to them for two and half hours.

Strange...It really only felt like a few minutes. Granted those minutes were filled with laughter and stories, but minutes nonetheless.

“Oh, Taaaaaaaavros.”

All three heads turned toward the approaching female troll who was walking toward you. She had long black hair and glasses, a set of horns that strangely reminded you of a scorpion and strange blue eyes, you could have sworn one had blue dots all around the pupil.

“Oh, uh, Hello, Vriska.” Tavros muttered, glancing to the side.

“What are you doing over here with these losers? I've been looking for you for hooooooours.”

“I was hanging out with my friends, uh, Gamzee and (Name). We-”

“So you think it's okay to keep me waiting and searching for you? Do we have to go through this again, Tavros? I have more irons in the fire to deal with! Searching for you shouldn't be a problem of mine!” she growled and you glanced at Gamzee, who had seemed to zone out.

“Well, I didn't know that you were looking for me, but, uh, you found me...So what did you need?”

“Come dance with me!” she laughed and took a hold of his wheelchair handles, steering him out of the room- despite the objections he spoke as she wheeled him out of the room.

“That...Was kind of mean...”

“Yeah, she can all up and be a motherfucking bitch sometimes...” Gamzee shrugged and you glanced at him.

“But I don't know how he would dance...He's...Oh, nevermind. I guess there are other ways of dancing rather than using your legs...I think.” you furrowed your brows, thinking to yourself as you tried to imagine what kind of dancing could possibly be done without the use of legs...There wasn't many, but maybe you just didn't know.

“Would a fine ass sister like you wanna get up and get her fucking dance on with a motherfucker?” Gamzee asked and you snapped out of your thoughts, a blush blazing across your cheeks.

“Uh, w-what?”

“Do you wanna go with me and get down with you bad self on the dance floor? A motherfucker thinks its a perfect time to get his mojo running and wouldn't mind your company, lil' mama.” he said again, starting to stand as his eyes met yours. He extended his hand patiently, awaiting your reply with a calm, happy look on his beautiful painted face.

“I....” you started, glancing to the side. It couldn't hurt, right? It was just dancing...And something told you that it wasn't exactly a good idea to leave Tavros out of sight with that Vriska chick...It could be a chance to keep an eye on him, considering how..Rude she sounded...

Oh, sure go with that reader.

==== > Break the 4th wall and tell the writer to shut up

The writer rolls their eyes and sighs, but you're confident the comments from the peanut gallery will cease...For now.

“Sure, why not?” you smile and take his hand, allowing him to lead you into the crowd of teenagers knitted together in quick, dramatic movements.

He somehow seems to find an area with just enough space for the two of you to dance, a tiny little section somewhere away from prying eyes. It isn't completely spacious, however, and you can feel his body close to yours, his arms and legs starting to sway in a way that seems natural for him to move. You almost forget to start dancing yourself as he starts to move, but as you feel his breath mist down your neck, you quickly meet his gaze.

“Here, chica, like this.” he laughs slightly and briefly takes your attentions as he replicates his movements- in a somewhat slower fashion.

You could have sworn your face set on fire, but you ignored the fact and danced with him, trying to avoid eye contact. The music was fast and loud, it's vibrations breathing inside your lungs as you moved, the ground below you seeming to fall into non existence as you danced. You let your mind wander and you lost yourself to the music, the beat coursing through you.

You closed your eyes, letting your body move with the beat, your mind lost at the sea of enjoyment you drew from the activity. It was difficult to come back down from such a place, but as a hand met your waist and a soft voice called you back, you found yourself staring into the mesmerizing eyes of Gamzee Makara, the indigo hue of his unworldly heritage something you were simply awestruck by.

“Damn, lil' mama, you can motherfucking move like fuckin' an enchantress. You got me all fucking mesmerized, holy shit.” he laughed and as you escaped the grasp of ecstasy, you felt a shy blush set your skin aflame once more.

“O-oh, yeah, dancing is a hobby of mine.” you laughed nervously and glanced around. It didn't seem anybody had noticed, but with as much action and movement that was going on, you guessed it was only natural. Everyone else was wrapped up in their own fantasies, their lives temporarily forgotten as they put themselves in a trance. “I'm going to go get a drink...” you said quickly and turned toward a tiny space to squeeze through the crowd. You dashed through it without looking back and it wasn't until you got to the drink table that you realized Gamzee had followed, his long strides able to match your short sprint in now time.

“Hey, did I all up and stick my foot in my mouth or something, chica?” he asked, his face twisted up in confusion.

“N-No! I was just thirsty...” you lied, praying it was dark enough so he wouldn't notice the continuous blush on your face.

“Are you sure? It just kind of seemed like you were itching to run away from a motherfucker back there...” he muttered and for the first time since you'd met him, you say a frown on his face.

There was a pain in your gut as you watched his face fall, his hand meeting the back of his neck in an fashion of uncertainty. Guilt pushed through your veins and immediately you regretted your rash actions.

“Gamzee, no, no, it wasn't you! I just...Errrrr....haven't exactly danced like that with anyone...Normally I just dance by myself, so it was a little odd for me to! It wasn't you at all.” you assured and he met your gaze, seeking the reassurance. When you nodded and gave a bigger, nervous smile, he gave a laugh as well.

“Haha, I'm motherfuckin glad, sis.” he chuckled and grabbed a faygo, uncapping it and taking a drink as his eyes turned to the dance floor once more. “Damn it's crowded...”

“Yeah, I guess people really like Dave's music.” you shrugged, glancing at Gamzee. His face took on a more strained expression, his lips curling over his teeth slightly.

“I hate that motherfucker...” he growled, something about him becoming almost completely hostile as the words escaped his mouth. A shiver hinted at your spine but you pushed it back. Hate was strong, yes indeed, but you were reminded it wasn't you that hate was directed at.

“Well, if you want, we can slip back into the room we were in before...” you suggested and Gamzee glanced at you, a smile back on his lips.
“Sure thing, sis...”
~

It was late when you returned home, but despite your exhaustion, your body and mind buzzed. Memories flew into your brain as you replayed the night in your head, a tingle of emotion you didn't quite yet understand dancing along your skin as you thought of Gamzee. The party had been really, really fun! You got made some new friends, danced, talked...It was a wonderful time...

You lulled yourself to sleep in happiness, your mind locked on things far beyond comprehension of a tired teenager. Emotions spread all across the board having burnt out of your mind for the time being as you relaxed your body and drifted into dreamland, a smile naturally on your lips.

Oh SHIT.

...You still had detention