Blue was chilling on his blue bed, lying down with a few motorcycle magazines. His room was pretty big, and as for the color scheme, it was mostly his favorite
color, blue. The walls were covered in motorcycle posters, and around the room were his belongings such as his magazines, his TV, his closet, and such. There
was also a bathroom that was just for him and a mini kitchen, complete with a stove, fridge, cabinets to hold dishes in, and even a blender to make banana
smoothies with. He was wearing his usual blue jacket and pants motorcycle outfit, along with his own personal hat which had a "B" on it for "Blue", and
covered one of his eyes, and a pair of fingerless gloves. His banana phone began to ring, and he got up to answer the phone despite his slight irritation that
he had been interrupted from his relaxation. Picking up the receiver, he heard Spector's voice speak before he even had the chance to say hello. "Blue, I need
to see you. Come to my quarters immediately." Blue nodded to himself. "On my way." With that, he was off to Spector's area of the mansion that Spector
himself, and then the Freaky Monkey Five all lived in. The hallways were somewhat long, which separated each of their room quarters. There was also a
hallway which led to the dining hall, though usually, they just ate in their rooms. He headed down the hallway which led to Spector's quarters, but stopped
dead in his tracks when he realized that Spector already had a visitor in his quarters at the time.
"You need to go! I told Blue to come up here for something important! I don't have time for this right now Pink!" Blue raised an eyebrow. What did Pink want?
His curiosity got the better of him, so he hid himself behind a wall and listened. And besides, he did need to talk to Spector. So he would just stay put till their
conversation was over. "Spector, listen to me! What I need to talk to you about is important too!" Pink's voice sounded very distressed. Blue wasn't used to
hearing her like this. She was normally cheerful as can be, smiling and laughing both on and off the stage. He wondered what it was that had her so out of
character. Spector sighed. "Go on then, Pink. Tell me what it is you came here to say." "Spector I… I hear that you bury the banana lunches I make for you
every day…" Pink's voice at this point was trembling. She was on the verge of crying, and this made Blue's heart drop in his chest. "Who'd you hear that from?"
Spector scoffed. "Most of the monkeys have been saying it, Spector! So I know they can't ALL be lying!" Pink objected. Spector said nothing. Pink spoke up
again after a moment of silence. "Why Spector? Don't you see I love you? I make you banana lunches every day… I knit you suits that fit you perfectly… and
even take the time to write you love letters… why would you take such things for granted?" Blue felt pain in his chest now. His heart was breaking. All this
time… Pink had loved Spector… no wonder she never even looked his way. Truth was, Blue had been hopelessly and faithfully in love with Pink since the
moment he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, blond hair and dark eyes, and had the voice of an angel. And she was always smiling, a sight that would melt
his heart any day no matter what mood he was in. How could he not fall for her? "Pink, I don't see why you do all this. It's some silly schoolgirl crush you've
got, and yet you're acting like you're my girlfriend. It's just ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous." Spector's voice was still condescending as ever despite Pink's
emotional toll. "So you mean… you don't love me, Spector?" Pink was definitely crying at this point. Though Blue couldn't see her, her words were becoming
more broken, and her breathing somewhat labored as she desperately gasped for air in order to speak. "No, you naive girl." "But Spector—" "No! No buts! I've
had enough of this foolishness! Get out of my quarters now!" Spector's voice raised a few levels, and by this point, he was yelling. This probably only added to
Pink's sobbing. She ran out into the hallway, past Blue, with her hands over her face which was both heavily tear-stained and gasping for air. Blue's heart
ached even more at this sight. Pink was heartbroken. And he truly missed that smile on her pretty face. But with such an argument, he wondered if he would
see her smile again anytime soon. He doubted it. Words could hurt. He certainly knew that all too well.
One afternoon Blue was spending some alone time at the beach, relaxing in one of the long, white chairs, sipping on a tropical blended drinks that the hut nearby
specialized in making, while skimming through the latest issue of his favorite motorcycle magazine. "Nice day for the beach isn't it?" A sweet voice broke him out of
the page his was reading, and he looked up to see who it was. Seeing it was Pink, the object of his affections, sitting in the beach chair next to his own, he felt his
stomach fill with butterflies, and his mouth parted in anticipation. What should he say? But as she gazed at him curiously, he shook himself from his trance, and
answered, "Sure is. Nice day to kick back and relax." Silence passed between them. Blue spoke up again; afraid that if he didn't Pink would grow bored and leave. "So…
you here alone?" She sighed. "Yes… I'm single. But… I plan on making him mine one day." After speaking, her sad expression shifted quickly to her usual, cheerful
deposition. "Ohh… he must be one lucky guy…" He trailed off. He wondered who it was. "So… what's he like?" His curiosity was getting the better of him. "Hmm… well…
he's handsome. Strong. And has a lot of power… so he knows how to take action." More silence. Pink was the one to break the silence this time. "Well, I'm gonna get
going. But it was nice talking to you." Without another word, Pink was off in the distance after slipping on her sandals, leaving Blue feeling like less than a man.
He should have seen this coming. He knew back then she liked someone. He just didn't know who. And he didn't know it would be so close to home. But alas,
he decided to go see what Spector wanted before he got angry with him as well. "You wanted to see me?" Blue said upon entering the room. "Ah yes… Blue,
that pigtailed girl is out in the old west filming area. Go take care of her, would you?" Blue nodded. "Got it." He exited the quarters, heading for his room so he
could gather his things for his assignment. All the while though, he couldn't help but wonder how Pink was doing. Hearing her words, then seeing her bolt of
out Spector's office in tears, he knew she was not okay. But he had other things to do right now, much to his misfortune. As he changed himself out of his
motorcycle get up and replaced that with his Wild West outfit, blue cowboy hat and all, he thought to himself, It's not like she would care what I had to say
anyway. Having grabbed his banana shaped gun, and the keys to his motorcycle, he stepped onto the floating saucer in his room that took him outside.
Reaching the Wild West filming area, he ran into Yumi rather fast. "Gonna getcha." He said, as he revved up his engine on his motorcycle, and began to drive
around the square shaped buildings surrounding Yumi to throw her off his plan of attack. But alas, despite his sharp shooting and steady driving, Yumi's own
shooting skills were top notch, and she was fast for a small girl. When the light on top of his cowboy turned red, it was time for the showdown. Blue counted
to three, and upon reaching that time for draw, Yumi shot first, and took him down. In defeat, he moaned, "You win, kid." But to his luck, one of Spector's little
minions had attacked Yumi, and she passed out from the lack of cookies for her health. He took a moment to recover, and then composed himself, picking up
his cowboy hat which had fallen off during the battle, and then rode off on his bike back to the mansion. He went directly to Spector's quarters, and this time,
Spector was alone. Blue stepped inside, and got right to the point. "She's taken care of for now." Spector smiled in satisfaction.
"Good. Good job, Blue." Blue nodded. "You can go rest now if you want. I'll call you when I need you." Blue left without a word, and retreated to his room. As
much as he wanted to go check on Pink, the two of them didn't really talk. She was too popular to talk to someone as normal and under the radar as him. He
sat on his bed, taking occasional bites from a plate of banana bread and sips from his banana smoothie that he had grabbed from the mini kitchen in his room.
Finishing his dinner, he changed into a light blue hoodie, light blue sweatpants, and switched out his cowboy hat for his usual motorcycle helmet covering one
eye with the cautionary light atop it like all the apes had. He slipped off his cowboy boots, and then crawled into bed, putting his blue sheets over his tall and
lean frame. He nuzzled his head into his pillow, and closed his eyes, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. But alas, he couldn't. He tossed. He turned. He was
restless as ever. After lying there for about twenty minutes, he decided to get up. He had to go check on Pink. Deep down, he knew that was what was
keeping him from falling asleep. And there was no use in him being in this bed until he went to go see what was going on. He lazily put his feet into his blue
slippers near the door, and then was out the door leading to the hallway. He walked to Pink's corridors, feeling his anxiety build up with every step he took.
What would he say? What would she say? He felt his stomach churning and he felt light headed. But he had to do this. He wouldn't get any decent sleep if he
didn't. Reaching Pink's door with pink feather boa material, rhinestones, and glitter decorating it, and "Pink" written in pink lipstick in cursive, he was surprised
to see Red, White, and Yellow standing outside of it.
"Hey. What's going on?" Blue asked. Red, the muscular and powerful fart giving monkey sighed. "Pink's really upset. We saw her running to her room earlier.
But we're not sure why." So they had noticed too. "I think Spector pushed her to the edge… everyone knows Pink's smitten over him. But he doesn't seem to
feel the same way. So maybe he finally said it." Yellow, jolly in size, and sporting an outie belly button, said. Blue held his tongue, though he knew that Yellow
was absolutely right. He had witnessed it first hand, heard every word exchanged between the two. "We've been trying to think of what to say to her… but
we just don't know… we don't want to hurt her even more." White, the crazy, white haired scientist said in a defeated tone. "I'll try. I'll try talking to her." Blue
finally spoke up. Though he was still unsure, and his body was filled with uncertainty, he couldn't just leave Pink in her room to cry all alone. He had to do
something. "Thanks Blue. We appreciate it." Red said with a nod. Blue gave him a courteous nod back, and walked to Pink's door, giving it a firm couple of
knocks. There was no response. He knocked again, this time saying her name, "Pink. It's Blue. I just wanna talk." Again, nothing. Though at this point Blue was
contemplating just going back to his room, when he turned he saw the helpless and worried faces of his comrades, Red, Yellow, and White, he turned back to
the door, and pushed it open. He stepped inside slowly, and closed it quietly behind it. "Pink?" He called out softly. He felt something underneath his slipper,
and lifting his foot, he saw a light pink book. He picked it up, and opened it curiously, but saw that most of the pages were ripped out, and the ones that were
not were blank. He put the book back down on the carpeted floor, and looking around her bubblegum pink room with a canopy bed, vanity mirror complete
with a dresser holding all her makeup, perfume, and hair brushes, walk in closet, television, private bathroom, and mini kitchen, and even a karaoke system
with speakers, microphone, and a boom box, he noticed white pages crumpled up, some were ripped up into shreds, with words written in hot pink ink that
were incomprehensible now. Blue walked over to Pink's canopy bed, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, calling out her name again in a low tone.
"Pink."
She lifted her head from her pink pillow, which was stained with black, probably from her mascara which had run down her cheeks along with her steady flow
of tears. Her normally pretty locks of blond hair were disheveled, and overall she was a mess, both emotionally and physically. And there were tissues all over
her bed, along with a half empty box of tissues off to the side of the pillow Pink had been crying on. The sight absolutely broke Blue's heart. He had never seen
her cry before. And if it was up to him, he never wanted to see it again. "W-What d-do you w-want?" She choked out through her sobs. "I just… I wanted to
make sure you were alright." Blue was fumbling with his words. He didn't know how to handle this. He wasn't really experienced with talking to someone when
they were crying like this. Especially with girls. "Why do you even care?" She rebutted. "Well… I mean… me, Red, Yellow, and White… and you… we're all a team
and… we don't want you to be sad, and be in here all alone, crying your eyes out." He explained. "Well you all should get used to it… I'm not going to be happy
go lucky like the old Pink." He gazed down at her figure curled up on her bed, surrounded by tissues. He couldn't get used to this. This was nothing like the girl
he had fallen so hard for. "Why not? I understand that something must be bothering you, but you can get through it." Though he knew exactly what was
bothering her, he wasn't going to say so. He didn't want to upset her further but putting her business out there or simply reminding her about the situation. "I
can't get over it! I loved him and he just took my affections and tossed them aside like they were a piece of trash! Like I was a piece of trash!" She screamed,
to the point where Red, White, and Yellow who were still standing outside in a circle heard her. Blue himself winced at the sudden outburst. "But you're not a
piece of trash… and if he thinks otherwise, he's not worth it. He doesn't deserve you…" Blue whispered. He was hesitant to speak after her words and her
tone of voice that came with it. But he said exactly how he felt.
"Don't you talk about him like that." She spat. Though her voice was at normal level again, her voice was cold. Blue raised up his hands to show her that he
meant no harm as he mumbled "Sorry." Silence passed between them. "I didn't mean to upset you… I actually wanted the opposite. I just wanted to see that
cute smile on your face again…" He looked down at his slippers in embarrassment as heat rose to his now reddened cheeks. "Do you mean that?" She asked,
her tone lowering to almost that of a soft whisper. Blue nodded. "Yeah." More silence carried through the room. Blue broke it again. "I'll leave you alone now…
I just wanted to talk to you for a little while." With that, he walked over to her bedazzled pink door. But before opening it to leave, he turned around, and said,
"I hope you feel better soon." He closed the door behind him, and Red, White, and Yellow stared at him with anticipation. "How is she?" Yellow asked. "She's
crying… there's tissues all over her bed… diary pages torn up and balled up across her floor…Spector really got to her." Blue trailed off. The three of them
sighed in unison. "Well at least you tried, Blue. Thanks." Red said. "We should all go to bed… it's getting late, and she wants to be left alone. Maybe tomorrow
will be better." White suggested. They all gave each other a courteous wave goodbye as they each retreated down the different hallways to their rooms.
Returning to his room, Blue got back into bed after tossing his slippers to the corner of his door. He pulled out small, circular shaped compact, which contained
a picture of Pink, and played a soft lullaby when opened. He gazed at the picture as he lay nuzzled up to his pillow in bed, and remembering Pink's tear stained
face. He missed her smile terribly. He wondered if he would see it again as he remembered her words… Well you all should get used to it… I'm not going to be
happy go lucky like the old Pink. Was that really true? Was she going to be this way from now on? He felt an ache in his chest from the very possibility of it. But
he decided he would let himself relax for now. Looking at his clock, he realized it was indeed late, being a half an hour away from one a clock in the morning.
He closed his compact, and put it on the nightstand near his bed before turning over and going to sleep finally.