Gamzee/Reader Highschool AU [13]

"She's been through this before Kanaya." he said from his chair by his planning table. They had already worked on the dress together it took around 4 hours so get ideas together, sketch the thing down, and get the fabric together. You weren't allowed in the room, so you helped Gamzee with his literature homework over Skype. While you did worked on History, which was a challenge. 

"I'm telling you Kanaya, I have her measurements down to memory." 

"But, Sir, You told me it had been years since you made her anything. Shouldn't her measurements be off from the last time?" she asked wrapping that tape measure around your waist. "I can tell just by looking at her." 

As she recorded the last number down she handed the clipboard to your father. "You were right." she said making him laugh and smile in happiness. "Told you so." he mocked. "(name), You take after your father."  

You smiled, "Is that shocking to you?" you asked as she ushered you from the room. "You won't see this dress until the day of Prom." she informed, "Yeah, bu-" "There is no buts, I want it to be a surprise." your father said as the door closed leaving the two divas to work. 

"Have you given in yet?" your mother asked from behind you, "Nope, and when Gamzee and I do officially have sex I don't think I'm going to tell you." you retorted. See, when your parents first gave you the small 'house' on the property your mother pulled you aside and handed you a box of condoms. She then made sure you put them in your bag before your father saw them, and then you assured you weren't going to be having sex with your boyfriend any time soon. 

She looked at you and smiled, "You're going to give in soon trust me, if Gamzee is anything like your father that is...." she trailed off. "No! NOPE! DO NOT GO THERE!" you yelled as her smirk grew to a mischievous grin. "When you do give in, and you will, just make sure you use them. It's your choice if you're riding the traditional donkey of sex after marriage or not." 

"I have history homework. Ya know the usual answer and write down all questions thing." you said sliding out of the room. "I'm going to go look at your prom dress then. Since you can't!" she mocked as you unlocked the door and walked down the long driveway. 

The 'house' was two stories, you actually lived on the second story and you parked your car on the ground floor. It was essentially like a standard loft all in one room, aside from the shower and such. You could hear Gamzee's music coming from your laptop and his humming along as you jumped back onto your bed. 

His mother yelled something to him in spanish and he yelled something back before reaching over to his stereo to turn the music down. "Music so loud your mother yells at you in Spanish to get you to turn it down." you commented. "Nah, she was complaining about how stupid the shit I listen to is and that is what translates to turn it down in my home." he smiled scratching the back of his head before he continued removing the makeup.

You became adjusted to the scars the ran across the middle of his face, they were barely a dark brown now, almost fading from the pictures you saw of him before. You didn't really know how he got the scars but you didn't want to know because you had a feeling it wasn't the nicest of stories. You knew that they had to have happened a long time ago, considering they were almost gone. 

You loved seeing him without the gunk on his face, the light caramel color of his skin was a sight you almost exclusively saw. "Ya know, my parents thought you were apart of some weird cult, when I first showed them pictures of you." you informed. "You should have seen their faces, until I explained who your parents were and then they were inviting you over to dinner.

"You're mother can cook some good fucking food." he said smiling lazily as he wiped the last streak of makeup off. "She didn't make that, thank the fucking recipe on the side of a box." you said. "Everyone can cook, onl-" 

"DON'T. Start quoting Ratatouille." you ordered. "But it's a good fucking saying." he whined. "But you use it for everything, and I've watched the movie with you like twenty times." 

"I'll use it even more if it gets on your nerves then." he mocked making you want to slap him through the computer. "When will people guess that I don't need to know anymore about the fucking OverusedInkPens crap." he complained, checking his phone for the first time that night. "I've got the expert on speed dial." 

"You've got me on speed dial?" you asked. "Yes, 7, to be exact." he said proudly. 

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"Do I have a right to be nervous?" you whispered quickly, "Of course you have a right to be nervous." Gamzee responded keeping his voice lowers than the actors presently trying to sell their crappy version of Othello. "As long as you don't throw up on stage, you'll be fine. You did this perfectly in the other rehearsals." 

"No, Gamzee this is different. I have to literally kiss you in front of around the most important people of the school, not just Ashley, but her clique, the guys quadrant and then multiple other people."  

"You've done it many other times."  

"Different Gamzee, very different." you repeated. "Look, just think back to the beginning and what you were feeling back then. Because the two stories are almost identical." 

"They aren't identical! Only the feelings are identical." 

You heard the applause of the audience, Ms. Parker's usual critiques, and finally the pair of actors footsteps coming towards you. You followed Gamzee out on stage to see Ashley already there. (She had walked on from the seats in the audience.) She did the basic introduction of the both of you and then moved back off stage as you both took your places. 

Ms. Parker gave you the signal when she started her video camera to record the performance, incase she would use it for the next year assignments.

"So, you're still not going to accept my offer." he asked from behind you. "I can't." you responded not turning around, you could almost feel the vibrations of his footsteps getting closer to you until he placed a hand on your bicep. "Look, It's not that I don't want to date you." you said taking his hand off of you and turning to look at him. He looked almost hurt, and that caused you to almost feel sad and sorry for him in return. 

"Just," you stopping as if you were trying to come up with something to say, "We don't mix on the chaste system, you're up in heaven and I'm in the deepest pit of hell." He opened his mouth to say something but you spoke instead, again as planned. "I already get enough from the queen bee herself you'd just add to the reasons she has to hate me. I'll just drag you down too. I'm nothing good for you." you said. 

"You're everything good for me. I need a change if anything." he said. "You're the best change I can get." he added as you licked your lips anxiously. You pulled at the edges of your long sleeved shirt as you took a few steps backwards from him. "No, I'm the worst change you'll get. I thought I already told you. I'm not good enough." you said voice slightly hinting at anger. 

"You. Are. Perfect." he replied. 

"Yeah, you tell me that, but what evidence do you have?" you snapped. "Sure you've got the perfect life where you get to walk the halls without your own anxiety on edge, where you can have any girl on their knees just by smiling. AND GO BACK TO IT! You do not need me. You are better off not chasing me around this hell hole. 

"Leave me alone for once, stop following me, just go away and run back to your cheerleaders where you belong." you finished anger flaring.

All of a sudden the grades were gone and you felt as if you were rejecting your boyfriend. Which was causing you to almost cry, maybe he was feeling the same way but the entire scenario was feeling real. 

There were tears at the sides of his eyes, and a few of your own slid down your cheeks. He opened his mouth again to say something but closed it once again, before you gave in.

"Don't. God, please don't cry." you said pushing the script to the side, as you pushed yourself onto your tip toes to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Don't leave me like this then." he said gently moving his hands to wrap around your wrists. "I just, I." you stammered really trying to think of something to say as your throat was closing and the urge to cry was coming closer. 

"I love you, Okay. I can't bring myself to face her, I can't. I-I'm scared G-Riley." your voice cracked as you admitted the one of the many things you actually kept a bit secret to the most popular people in school in a stupid dramatic scene. You pulled your wrists from his grip and started backing away to end the scene there, as you wanted to. You guess Gamzee broke character then and rushed to pick you up and comfort you. He could never stand to see you cry. 

Your feet dangled off of the ground as he kissed you, ending the short scene. The crowd sat in silence, and Gamzee put you down as you said the word scene and started wiping the tears off of your cheeks. Though they wouldn't stop falling, you kept wiping them away. "I'm sorry." you said immediately finally looking at Ms. Parker. "I can't stop crying." she sat with her mouth wide open, in shock and she looked back to the students behind her. "Did everyone just see what I saw?" she asked. "I'm crying." you could hear Marada say from next to Ms. Parker. 

"You both left the script towards the end of the scene, completely just left it behind. And IF I didn't know any better I would say you both are in an actual relationship the way Gamzee just attacked you with that kiss. It looked so real between you two, I could tell you both were feeling the scene completely. A, 100% A."