**Sorry for making this so late! My play ended last Sunday, Talent Show was on Thursday, talking to school officials about a potential suicide all throughout the week, and tomorrow I have tryouts with another original song for the Drama Banquet, which is apparently a really big fucking deal so if I mess up, my funeral is May 21. Ugh.

Also, I've been reading a shit-ton of fanfic (CALL ME BEEP ME KLANCE OMFG), so I have some more ideas and stuff. But today is the day where you have your heart ripped to shreds and possible stitched back up. I don't know yet, you'll just have to see.**

'Loz, I'll be right back, Cro needs some help right now.

'Loz, babe, I'll meet you at this cool restaurant I found on Yelp! I just have to help Cro with something then I'll be right there.

'Loz, I'm going to come home late, Cro is having some issues.

Cronus this, Cronus that. Kurloz scowls at his phone screen, where most of the Cronus-related text messages were. From the context of some of them, he was feeling insecure. After all the higher ranked highblood is richer, can speak, and can actually romance a human, unlike a certain stitched up clown.

A message bubble popped up.

Hey 'Loz, I'm going to be home in five minutes. Love you!

He responds with an okay and shuts off his phone. A sigh through his  nose makes his frustration audible. He's got to ocnfront her about this, Y/n can't be spending this much time with the older Ampora unless they were Moirails.

Or worse...

No, she wouldn't do that! Kurloz didn't know what to think.

He grabs curls of his thick hair and tug on it in anger. It's a high possibility that Y/n is cheating on him with Cronus. All the times together, all the times she's been gone with not very good explanations.

He hears the door open with loud "Hello!" Kurloz rubs his eyes tiredly before getting up from the couples' shared bed. 

"'Loz, sorry for being out so late, I talked with the cashier a little longer than expected." The girl smiled at her matesprit with happiness and laid out groceries to put away. After putting them down, she hugs the lanky, bony boy and he tries to smile back, he really does try, but she's not buying it.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing, Y/n." His hands were shaking with nerves about confronting her and the movements were brisk.

"And I have wings on my back. What's wrong, Loz?"

The nickname makes him twinge slightly. He's seen that too may times in texts, telling him that Y/n's with Cronus.

"I am concerned with the amount of time you are spending with Cronus."

He shudders in indignation when she snorts out a laugh. He shoved her slightly, getting her off of him.

"I'm serious!" His face was frowning and his agitation was showing with a tapping leg. "You are with him a lot."

"I know, Kurloz. I should do something about it, but it's really not what you think."

"Right. Then what am I supposed to think?"

"Babe, I'm trying to help him out, You know how he wants to be human?"

"Yeah."

"I'm trying to get the procedures ready for him."

"How am I supposed to believe that?"

Y/n raises her eyebrows. Her face becomes neutral as she took this accusation from the anxious troll.

"I've been telling you throughout two weeks, Kurloz."

"No, you haven't! I haven't heard so much as a word about what you two do. Are you cheating on me or not? What am I supposed to believe?"

Kurloz's eyes, normally a milky white, turn a violent shade of purple. Chuckle Voodoo shadows begin rising from him. The voice that only appears when angered or when he has immense power speaks in Y/n's head.

"I know that you are MOTHERFUCKIN lying to me, Y/n."

"I'm not!" Y/n tried to defend herself. How dare he accuse her, even though she had talked about it with him. She made sure that he was informed with the procedures. Why would she lie about that?

"LIES!" He erupts, his anger washing over the girl in waves, making her tear up from the harsh words of the Chuckle Voodoo. She glares at her matesprit and goes off into their shared room with a dignified air around her. She packs a small bag of clothes and her other necessities.

"And where the MOTHERFUCK do you think you're going?" He bellows.

"Off to the SLUTBLOOD CRONUS?"

"I'm going to Gamzee's house. Don't you dare accuse me of something you know is not true." Her voice was filled with hurt and anger, making the highblood stunned. 

"I showed you pictures. I showed you texts, I gave you my passcode and I tell you about what's happening. Fuck you for not believing me." Y/n flips Kurloz off as he stands intimidatingly over her. She rushes out of the house as he roars in anger. 

She doesn't look back as he calls of her.

Several days have passed and Kurloz regrets everything. He let his emotions and insecurities get to him, but that's no excuse to drive your matesprit out. He should have listened. He should have talked when the the anxiety was growing, instead of letting it overflow. 

She's at his invertebrother's hive. He must make amends. He grabs a tissue to wipe off snot and tear tracks, repaints his clown makeup and gets into his car. He takes a deep breath and in his mind's eye are the words he wants to spell out.

A knock on the door makes Gamzee rise out of his recuperacoon. He looks over at Y/n, who was on her phone, intently waiting for a message. A message from Kurloz, Cronus, Latula, hell, even Damara. Anyone to keep her from being alone. The young troll shakes his head before shuffling to the the door in a sleepy haze. 

He almost yelps when he sees his dancestor in the doorway. "KuRlOz, My BrOtHeR," he says nervously, grabbing a club in case he attacks.

Until he sees the bags underneath all the white makeup.

Until he realizes the outfit that he had been wearing, needing a wash.

Until he practically smells the saltiness of tears.

He subtly drops the club and asks for a moment. Kurloz nods anxious and signs a quick,

"I'm sorry."

Gamzee just nods. Before going over to Y/n, he downs a Faygo can. He's going to need it if another fight breaks loose.

"He'S hErE, gIrLy."

"Thank you Gamzee."

She hugs the younger Makara lightly and walks off, her face paling as the other clown-adoring troll is in view.

"Kurloz."

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." 

At his first words, He breaks down, snot and indigo tears flow form his face, his makeup making streaks. His hands go at a fast pace, him saying the words over and over again. 

"Kurloz."

Y/n steps up to him and hugs him tightly.

His wordless agitation stops and he holds the girl tightly. His face was in her hair, the scent reminding him of the times when they would just lay together and enjoy each other's company. The "I-love-you"s that she laced with every text and message that she sent. Every kiss that gave him jolts of adrenaline.

How could he ever make this up to her.

He looked down at the female who was smiling at him sadly.

"I'm sorry for not explaining very well."

"I'm really motherfuckin' sorry for not listening. Please, come home?"

His calming white eyes had indigo tears leaking out and Y/n herself was teary-eyed as well. She nods slowly and places a kiss on his stitches. He presses his hand to the back of her neck, needy and desperate.

"AhEm."

They lurch out of their lovefest to see a blushing Gamzee. He got all of Y/n's stuff and gave it to her before asking them to stop making out on his property. Y/n chuckles slightly and Kurloz blushes. They say goodbye to the younger troll and pack themselves into the car.

Kurloz Kisses Y/n once more before driving to where they both belong together.

Home.