Black Dahlia

"hAs To Be HeRe SoMeWhErE...."

Gamzee needed his fix of weed right now. Well, not necessarily weed. Any kind of drug that he happened to have. He had looked everywhere, and now he was looking in the same places again and again. He had looked under his mattress, in every cabinet....

In the haze of panic, Gamzee opened a drawer a bit too roughly, sending it flying out of his dresser and down onto his foot. Angry and in pain, he didn't even bother to pick it up and instead fell to his knees in front of it, throwing his clothes over his shoulder. "CoMe OoOoOoN, wHeRe ThE fUcK aRe YoU?!"

He didn't have time to go and buy some more right now. His dealer wouldn't be in his normal spot right now, as it was too late in the evening. He'd have to wait until morning. But waiting wasn't a motherfucking option.

The doorbell rang, and Gamzee jumped to his feet, confused. Who would be at his house this late? Finally remembering, he groaned and dragged his hands down his face, smearing his face paint beyond recognition. He had invited Tavros over to hang out earlier, before he had realized what a rut he was in. Taking a deep breath and nudging the dresser to the wall, he jogged down the hall to the front door, where he opened it with shaking hands.

Tavros stood on the porch of Gamzee's rather large house. The grass in the garden was a bright vivid green, they stood tall enough, but not too tall. It seemed tame. Bushes covered the perimeter of the house, interrupted by a large wooden fence that stood tall, separating the front yard from the back. The pavement seemed spotless and almost new, as if it was made with fresh cement. And the male's house stood tall and proud, with a fresh purple paint job, making it unique among the white boring houses. He almost felt ashamed of his own rusting car that was rested in the driveway, the windows were sealed by duct tape, and there was a huge vent on the rear end, where a car had crashed into it while it rested in the parking lot outside of his local convenient store just a few weeks earlier. Tavros rang the doorbell, and listened to the quick melody that alerted the other when a guest had arrived.

Once Gamzee opened the door he offered the other a slight friendly smile and wavey. "hEY, uH, gAMZEE," He said before examining the other. The male's usually semi-neat make up, but tonight it seemed like someone how thrown a bucket of water at it. It was all smeared, the black mixing with the white and a rather undesirable way. He seemed to be shaking and his eyes were narrowed.

"uH, iS EVERYTHING OKAY,," The boy asked. "yOU DON'T LOOK TOO WELL, sHOULD i, uH, cOME BACK ANOTHER TIME,,"

Hardly able to focus on Tavros at all, Gamzee mumbled a quick, "No No No, I'm JuSt FiNe, DoN't WoRrY mAn....CoMe InSiDe, It'S cOlD oUt ThErE, y' KnOw...." It most certainly wasn't cold outside, and it took the panicky man a few seconds to figure it out. He opened the door wider and moved aside to let Tavros in, cursing himself for slipping up so badly in front of his bro, but tripped over the door corner and managed to hit his head squarely on the wall behind him.

"GoDdAmN!" He straightened himself up, rubbing the back of his head through the tangled mess that was his hair. He felt so nauseous, and everything seemed to be going in and out of focus. It felt like he was on some sort of ship, and he hated it. Willing himself not to vomit or collapse, he found Tavros through the blurry fog in front of him and managed an apologetic grin.

Tavros furrowed his eyebrows, he was quite concerned about the other. He was acting quite strange. Had he fallen ill? He stepped inside as the other instructed and glanced around the place. Unlike the exterior of this house, the inside was less impressive. It was a mess, as if someone had just torn it apart. "gAMZEE, wHAT HAPPENED,," He asked his eyes widening in a mixture of awe and confusion. "yOU DON'T SEEM OKAY, uH, sHOULD i CALL A DOCTOR, or SOMETHING, to HELP YOU," He said rubbing the back of his head, the palm of his quite tan hand brushing against the small prickles of hair growing back. "wHY DON'T YOU, uH, sIT DOWN,"

Tavros didn't know about Gamzee's condition, in the years that they have known each other Gamzee had kept in well hidden. He didn't really know what was wrong with Gamzee, or what to expect. Perhaps he was going through some type of withdrawal? Or perhaps it was lack of sleep? Either way Tavros had a bad feeling to his gut, he wanted to flee, but it would have been considered rude if he did so. So instead he decided to stay and help his friend through whatever he was going through.

"No, No DoCtOrS, i'M fInE...." Gamzee closed the door behind Tavros and leaned against it for a second, staring at nothing in particular. He eventually turned and made his way to one of the overstuffed chairs in the room, letting himself fall into it. He regretted doing so as his head gave a nasty spin and began to ache. Collecting himself and trying to act normal, he patted one of the chairs next to him, forcing a smile. "c'MoN, tAv. HoW hAvE yOu BeEn? BeCaUsE i'Ve BeEn--" He had to pause as he overbalanced, nearly sending himself falling to the floor. "...I'vE bEeN jUsT fInE."

He couldn't make himself look at Tavros for fear of screwing something up yet again. He wanted to tell him what was up, he wanted someone to lean against. But he had to act chill. He had invited him over, and he was going to try and make the most of it and oh god he wanted to smoke right now.