Okay, so maybe Eight wasn't all that bad. He hadn't done anything to bother Six all day, and was being relatively quiet. Odd, though, considering that he was Eight and it was in his nature to be loud. Six decided to check on the other person and quietly walked down the stairs to his room. He knocked on the door, and when no reply came, he slowly opened it. Inside, Eight was sitting on the floor, making...a card. Eight's head jerked up at the sound of his door opening, and when he saw Six standing there, he covered the card with his hands and blushed immensely. "Uh, you okay, Eight?" Six asked. Eight, in shock for a moment, was only able to violently nod his head. "What're you making?" Six inquired, as he moved to sit down beside Eight. "Oh, this is just a card for someone," Eight hastily explained. "May I see it?" Six asked. Hesitantly, Eight nodded, and handed the card to Six. Six opened it, and lightly gasped at the beautiful handwritten note inside. It told the person receiving it that despite what others may say, and despite what Eight had done to them in the past, they were the most unique and wonderful person that Eight had ever met.
"Eight, this is lovely! Who's the lucky girl?" Eight blushed again. "She's, uh, someone I met a long time ago with my friends. We haven't talked for a while, and her birthday is coming up, so I decided to make her something. I was gonna finish a drawing, but…" Six practically squealed in excitement. "Eight, you like to draw?!" Eight nodded. "Yeah, but I'm not very good at it," Six rolled his eyes. "I bet you're great. You mind showing me a drawing of yours?" Eight shook his head. "There's not much to see. It's really a hobby, nothing I'm super interested in. But this is what I have so far.." Eight flipped the card to the front page, and Six gasped. There, on the front of the card, was a headshot of a androgynous-looking girl with thick, curly dark hair, and a smile on her lips. If Six had looked closer, he would've noticed the girl looked slightly boyish, but Eight pulled the card away before Six could look closer.
"That's a fantastic drawing! What's her name?" Eight turned away as he blushed again. "Uh, her name is Sasha. Her birthday's on Wednesday." Six smiled. "That's great! You should definitely visit her." Eight laughed. "I will. You think I need to fix up anything on the drawing or writing?" Six shook his head. "Nope, it's perfect! She'll love it." Eight smiled at the younger boy, and hugged him. Six blushed hard; he was not used to much physical contact besides hugs from his friends, and Eight had probably only hugged him once or twice throughout their friendship. They weren't very close due to Eight's old habit of taunting and teasing Six. Six quickly pulled away. "S-sorry...I don't get hugs from you very often…" Eight's smile faded. "No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." Six shook his head. "It's fine, really." The two stayed in silence for a bit before Six finally spoke up. "Need anything else?" Eight shook his head. "No, I'm fine." Awkwardly, Six left the room. When Eight was sure Six was out of earshot, he let out a scream between his teeth. He had probably just ruined their relationship again.
That night, after eating dinner, Six hurried up to his room and began rubbing his key. He did that when something troubled him. He stared at the door as he sat on his bed rubbing the key, and jumped when a knock sounded on it. "Come in," he spoke. Eight quietly stepped in, and sat beside Six on the bed. Six inched away. Eight let out deep sigh, and began to speak. "Six...I'm very sorry for the way I've treated you in the past, and for hugging you. I know you probably won't listen to me, but I really do care for you, despite how I might treat you. You're one of the only friends I have. I only really teased you to get attention, everyone else thinks I'm dumb and not worth their time. I know you probably do too, but I kinda hope you don't. I'm sorry for being an asshole all these years." For a moment, Eight contemplated leaving. Six's head was down and he didn't respond. Just as he was about to stand up, Six hugged Eight. Eight swore his heart stopped.
"I'm sorry too...for not being a good friend. I didn't know the others don't really pay much attention to you. I'm so sorry, Eight." Eight smiled lightly at the boy. He hugged him back. "Are we good now?" Six chuckled, and replied, "Yeah, we're good now." The two sat there for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Finally, Six began to nod off. Eight chuckled and gently laid Six into his bed, pulling the covers up over him to his chest. "Goodnight," he whispered, and then he walked out, slowly closing the door behind him.