I know-Dear Gamzee,
I know your favorite color is purple. I know that you like clowns and you like to make people laugh. I know that you started hardcore drugs in middle school but you've sobered up to only weed during high school. I know your favorite band is ICP and Juggalo Island is practically your theme song.
Those times when Rufioh was gone or when he'd leave, he needed to satiate your needs so he set me to do it. Any gifts and love notes sent to you were of my imagination. I always hated you- how you would bend to Rufioh's will, how you never saw his flaws, how you were so easily fooled by him. But I loved you, loved how you were so willing to change, willing to do anything to prove your love. I loved Kurloz, but after he rejected me I continued to write to you, I liked to pretend that you loved me. That you thought so highly of me-that you were the one person who loved me.
I know that you're a wonderful boy. I know that you deserve more than the world can give you. I know you didn't d
Summer Love---Stage One: The Meeting---Summer Love6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Getting paired up randomly made him feel nervous. He wasn't exactly the most normal kid around, his love for clowns and ICP often made him standoff-ish, his face paint scared off people as much as his scars did. He was far from normal but he didn't mind-but having to be paired up with a random kid for three days made him want to pick at his hangnails until he fucked up the skin. The more he thought about it the worse he felt, he felt bad about the unlucky dude that would have to stay and 'guide' him through the campus, opening his room and schedule for some incoming weirdo freshman.
The email had said they would receive a call from their mentor to be able to come up with a meeting spot and some identifiers. Gamzee now regretted the three missed calls that were still left unseen, the first time he wasn't anywhere near his phone but the other two were intentionally unanswere