Chapter 2:Confused
Palette and goth have been friends since they were children. Every day they would hangout and do everything would come along every now and then. But it would be fixed in the next few moments. This fight was way different. Goth never screamed at palette, and palette has never screamed at goth. This was a whole new kind of field for the both of them. As soon as palette woke up, he immediately got dressed and ready to leave. As soon as he arrived at goths house, he felt his hands shaking. The thought of goth made him nervous as ever. All he wanted was to know the truth. He knocked on the door with a smile. The one to answer was reaper. He looked a little more grumpy then usual. "H-hey reap! Is uh, goth home?" "Sorry kid. Goth isn't allowed any visitors today. He also doesn't want any either." He even sounded more grumpy. "Please reaps. Its just for a second." Reaper sighs and takes a quick glace towards the back of him. "Look, I snuck the kid his phone, you can text him. But I really gotta send you home. See ya palette" With that reaper shuts the door. "No way in hell am I texting him. I really need to talk to him in person!" Palette teleport's to the front of goths room, and takes a deep breath. Within a second, he knocks on the door.
oth opens the door. "Hey gothy!" Surprised to see its palette, shuts it in his face. "What the hell is he doing here? I thought told mom and dad to not let anyone in!" "Gothy c'mon! I really need to talk to you. I promise its only for a second." Goth thought for a moment. And with a sigh, opens the door. "How did you get in here? I tol-" Palette rubs the back of his neck. "I teleported. But I really need to talk to you!" Goth just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Well? Your here." Palette takes a breath. "Whats wrong goth. Your always trying to avoid me. Yesterday I saw you at the park. I know you saw us, I tried to say hi, but you ran away. What did I do. Whatever it is, chara and I will help. "Thats the problem. I know I sound selfish, but you always talk about them and bring them along on things we do! You always talk about how you love them. Well, have you ever thought of what I feel! OF HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT, WHEN I LOVE YOU!" Goth covers his mouth, tears running down his face. Palette is calm. A little stunned, but calm. "Gothy I-" The door swings open. "What the hell is going on up here!" Its geno, and hes not happy to see palette. "Palette, how did you get in? You know what never mind." Geno looks over towards goth. "Goth! whats wrong! Why are you crying? Whats going on?" Goth wipes away his tears, a little embarrassed. "Nothing mom. We were just having an argument. Palette was just about to leave as well." Palette looked a little hurt. "Y-yea. Sorry for sneaking in. Ill get going. See ya goth, bye geno" In a flash, palette was gone.
Palette went to goths room to the front of his house in seconds. He felt the tears trying to escape his sockets, but held them back. He walked in to see his mom and dad cuddling on the couch. They looked behind to see who entered. A smile woke on their face realizing it was his son. Ink got up to hug him. "Hey hon! How did it go?" "U-uh it went alright." Dream gave him a look. Dream knows when his son is happy, and when hes sad. Like father like son they are. "Are you ok? You look a more dead then you should" Dream smiles and chuckles at his own joke. Ink chuckles a little too. "Heh, yea, just kinda tired I guess. I think i'm just gonna go in my room, and rest." Palette starts towards his room But is stopped by the touch of his mother. "Are you sure your ok?" Palette goes blank. What should he say. He just had a fight with his best friend. And heard words he doesn't know where to begin with. "TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT, WHEN I LOVE YOU!" It plays in his head over and over again, like a broken record. All he can say is "Yea mom, don't worry" And puts a smile on his face. Ink lets him go, and palette walks to his room. As soon has he shuts the door, his tears pour out of his sockets like a waterfall. He can barely move, so he falls on the door, and lays there. "WHEN I LOVE YOU!" "He's right. But why did he have to be so confusing about it! If he told me i-d-" His little ramble was cut short to the voice of his father. "Palette! Chara's here!" Palette wipes and stands up. "T-Tell them to come here!" Before palette could get to his bed, chara was at his door. "Hey pally!" They look at palette for a blank second, and their face lights up with shock. "Pally, were you crying? Your eyes look puffy." Palette looks at the mirror on his dresser and realizes there are black marks under his eyes. "Did you and goth talk?" Palette turns to chara and gives them a face of someone who's heart just got broken. Chara puts their arm around them in a tight embrace. "Sometimes you just gotta let things go." Chara lets go, and looks at him. They sit down while palette tells chara everything, even what goth said. "I don't know weather he meant it as in friendship, or..." Chara gave a look at palette, that palette has never seen. "So, what do you think of it? Do you like him back." Palette stands up a little flustered at looks directly at chara. "I most certainly do not! Hes my friend! And thats what he'll always be to me. A sweet, loving, caring, cute, loving..." Chara looked a little hurt. Palette realized what he just said and tried to comfort them, but they refused. "Well, what am I? Am I any of those things. Do you even love me, or was it always about goth. Goths just some quiet kid. Hes nothing like you palette. Im everything you are!" Palettes eye lights up. Hes never been more angry. "Don't speak about goth like that! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? And yea your right, im nothing like goth. But I guess thats why I love him more then you! Palettes eye dies down of the reaction chara has to that sentence. "Guess thats it." Chara walks towards the door, and opens it. But before they leave they turn their head, with a tear falling down their face. "See ya palette" then chara leaves.
Goth lays flat on his back in his bed. His parents are gone, so hes home alone. Just like palette, the fight plays over and over again. "ughhh, why did I say that! What was I thinking!" The Immediate thought was the talk his mom had about the fight. Turns out he heard every word, and wanted to help. "Hes my best friend, and I try to forget about it, but..." "haha, its ok to be confused goth. Your father and I were the same. You'll know what to do, when your confusion ends" His thought were interrupted by the sound of his ringtone. It was palette. A part of him wanted to read that message, because He still loved palette. But the other side just wanted to delete it, and never read it at all. So he opens the message. "Hey goth. I just wanted to talk to about that talk. About what you said, do you really mean it?" Without even thinking, he replied. "Yes! And im sorry I screamed it. I was just a little upset" When he sent the message, he realized that he sent that. But before he could do anything, his phone gave him a notification. "Look bud, I only like you as friend. I mean I don't want to be in a relationship with a guy who can't be honest with me. I mean really, friends tell each other everything. Not only do I want to call you a boyfriend, I don't want to call you a friend. Bye goth." Goths eyes fills with tears. He reads the text more and more. Each time, it hurts worst and worst. "Why would he...You know what, hes right. Why should he feel the same, when i'm not even a good friend." Goth finally puts his phone down, and falls asleep, with tears escaping his eye sockets.
"Ugh, where is it!" Palette said angerly, while throwing a pillow at what was supposed to be the door, but hit fresh instead. "Uh, wow bro. Way to welcome" Palette turns around. Obviously he was not expecting him. "Hey fresh! Sorry, I just can't find my phone. I know I saw it here somewhere" Palette turns continuing to look for his phone. Fresh laughs at the enjoyment of watching his friend struggle. "Where did you leave it last bro" "Palette crosses to his dresser and points at the corner of it. "Right here. I was talking to chara and after they left I..." Palette and fresh look at each other. Knowing where palettes phone is. "Ill have to go and see chara. They must have taken it in anger." "Why were they angry in the first place?" Palette sat for a moment. Thinking of the things he said, and ho chara's reaction was to his anger. He was about to let out his tears in till fresh snapped him back to earth. "Uhh broskie? You here or you in lala land?" "Oh sorry fresh, Um, they got mad because we broke up" Palette rubs the back of his neck. It wasn't hard to say, just the way it ended. Fresh didn't look surprised. Not everyone was a fan of chara. "I was kinda waiting for it. But I gotta know, why?" Palette blushed. He knew the real reason, but did he want to say? "T-they got m-mad because..." Fresh gives palette a confused look. Like he knows hes about to lie. "They got mad cause I was more worried about goth then them. In a friendly manner! Not romantically! But they took it that way and-" Fresh laughs like he hasnt laughed in years. Palette gets flustered and ask "Why are you laughing!?" Fresh stops laughing and wipes the tears out of his eyes. "Sorry, i just liked how you covered you crush for goth." He begins to laugh agian. Palette all he does his stand there. He starts thinking of what he said to chara. In a manner, he made it seem like that. But was it the truth, or just words out of anger. "I don't have a crush on goth! He's just my friend, nothing more. Palette crosses his arms and looks away from fresh. Fresh stops laughing but you can hear the amusement in his voice. "Its ok bro. I've known since day one. At least goth was honest-" Fresh stops as he realizes what he says. "Shit." Palette uncrosses his arms. "Thats what he meant." "Who what meant?" Fresh was confused, while palette puts a look of excitement on his face. "Wait, goth likes me!? For how long?" Fresh rubs his face. Clearly a little mad with himself. "I wasn't really-" Palette grabs fresh'es shoulders with a needed look. "Please fresh I need to know!" Fresh sighs and rolls his eyes. "Dog, every time we hang, is when he spills how much he loves you. I'm like his diary of love yo!" Palettes smile gets rider and wider. His hands are starting to shake, his knees are begging to wobble. He took his hands off of fresh'es shoulders. "How long?" "Fresh put a smirk on his face. "How long have you guys been friends for" Palettes eyes widen. He puts his hand on his skull. He doesn't know weather to flip out or to stay calm. All of a sudden he jumps at a realization. "I have to talk to goth!" Palette grabs a hold of fresh's arm and walks out the door to tell his parents where hes going. ""Where are we going" Palette says bye to his mother and father and walks out his front door. In a flash hes in front of a house. Goths house. "Oh"
Notes: Wow that was a long chapter. Palette's a fun character to work with. Hes so confused...Oh wait...Anyway! I spelled palettes name wrong and I apologize for it, but I fixed it! I fixed a lot of errors. Like I said i'm new, and i'm still getting the hang of things. Well that and I don't know how to spellXD Anyway, I will try to get the next chapter uploaded soon. You should have seen my face when I realized I got noticed. Don't be scared to leave comments. I really could care less if its a bad thing. Only points out what I need to improve to get better. Thanks for reading! Oh and i'm working on something for my blog on tumblr. So go check that out! Alright see you next chapter!