Ha ha ha THANK YOU! This is the first story that anyone has liked. Sure, it's the second or third story I've posted online, but yeah! Good! Yay! Also, BB, JJ, the Cupcake sisters and Plush are all about 12 years old right now in my head. Golden Bonnie and Spring Bonnie are two different characters and twins in my stories. Golden Bonnie is known as 'Sunny'. Just a heads-up :)
Once again, characters are human, visuals and descriptions belong to Pole-bear and Fnaf belongs to Scott Cawthon.
Enjoy!
It was another day, in the same week, in the same month, in the same year of the same school. Of course every day they had different periods and classes, but today was the same as last Friday. At least it was Friday. A whole weekend of nothing.
We don't even have that much homework. Plushtrap thought, walking through the corridors without a care, only wanting to finish the day and get home. Nearly a whole weekend free from work and more time to spend with-
Plush wasn't able to finish the thought, and was rather glad for it, though a different, slightly less painful event to stop him thinking about it would have been better. He yelped as he landed on his stomach, books going all around him. He was about to say something to the person who had tripped over him, but stopped when he saw who it was.
Cherry Cupcake was slowly getting up looking guilty. She blushed when she saw Plush.
"Plushtrap, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, helping him up and bending down to get her books, as well as a few of Plush's. She handed them to him.
"I'm really sorry," she apologised again.
"It's fine," Plush replied. "You're still using my full name."
"I still like it," Cherry countered, before going back onto topic. "I'm always getting you hurt some way or another." She leant down to grab another book, not noticing Plush was reaching for it as well. Unavoidably, the two had a cliché moment when their hands touched, both of them blushing before Plush cleared his throat, picking the book up and handing it to Cherry.
"Here's your book," he said shyly, which was unusual for him.
"So," Cherry started. "What do you have next?"
"Maths," Plush replied, usual demeanour returning.
"Home economics."
"You baking anything?" Plush asked. He twitched his ears a little. Cherry was as good a cook as Chica.
"No, not today," Cherry answered, chuckling when Plush's ears drooped a little.
The bell rang.
"I'm late," Plush muttered, before turning to Cherry. "I'll see you after school?"
"Yeah! Bye, I guess," Cherry replied, forgetting what she had to tell him and heading the other way. She looked down at the book Plush gave her, stopping when she realised it was the young rabbit's book.
"Plushtrap? I have your," she turned around, finding the young rabbit gone. "Book…"
"Hmm… I wonder if this is for his next class," Cherry murmured to herself, heading her own way again.
"Plush has a crush~ Plush has a crush~" sang BB and JJ as they made their way out of the classroom, Plush following. The young rabbit sighed. What brilliant friends he had.
"It's not a crush," Plush said.
"You like her?" BB questioned, making the golden rabbit blush.
"No. Yes. I don't want- well, I do. I don't want you two laughing about it."
"Say, Plush, where's your English book?" JJ teleported out of Plush's bag, making him jump.
"It's in my bag…" Plush trailed off, taking his bag off his back and checking it, visibly paling. "Or not."
"Don't worry, we'll find it. Or maybe it was the book you gave to Cherry!" BB laughed. "Did you put your number in it?"
"No."
"Aww, you should have."
"Do you know how cliché that is?"
"Alright, fine."
The two balloon vendors left Plush, heading left to get their own books from their lockers before getting on the bus to go home, while Plush mentally kicked himself. He had forgotten one of his books, and his English one of all of them. Thankful that he had Maths last period, he walked down the hall again, scanning it for his English book.
"What am I going to tell Spring? Or even worse, Sunny?" Plush said to himself. He was unconsciously walking down to the bus park, forgetting about his book for the thought of what would happen if his older siblings found out that he had forgotten his book. He shook himself back into reality when Cherry sat down behind him on the bus.
"Hey, Cherry?" the young rabbit asked.
"Yes, Plushtrap?"
"You know the book I gave to you?"
"You gave me more than one book."
"The last one I gave you," Plush awkwardly avoided the subject of that cliché moment.
"Oh, right. I think it's in my bag."
"Could you check it?"
"Why?"
"It might be mine."
Cherry stalled by looking out of the window, wondering how to stall. She suddenly remembered that her sister hadn't told Plush what she had meant to. Her slight happiness went away, but she persisted. "I have to stop at Bluelake today."
"What?" Plush asked. Cherry mentally smirked, happy that Plush was distracted. She couldn't give his book back until she got off.
"I have to get off at Bluelake. Chica's staying there for a week. Therefore, I have to stay there a week."
"Why's she staying there?"
"Chia." Plush grumbled a little and sat back down again, facing forward. Cherry was upset that she hadn't told him sooner, and angry at her sister for not telling him like she had promised. She wondered if her sister had something against Plush… Nah. Probably just forgetfulness. Both girl and rabbit sat quietly until the bus came to Bluelake. Cherry pulled Plush's book out of her bag, and handed it to him as she got off, saying, "See you soon."
Plush took the book, thanking Cherry all the same and confirming it was his. He noticed a small, out of place piece of paper poking out from the top. He opened at the page, smiling to himself when he found Cherry's number on a scrap of paper.
"So cliché," he muttered, smiling and tucking the piece of paper in his pocket.
I am sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the first one, I really struggled with this… This one was harder because I didn't have as much inspiration. Also, 'cliché' is used an awful lot. Yes, I'm counting five 'clichés' as an awful lot. It's to emphasise it, you know?
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