Chapter 4: A few days Later

A/N: Warning, there's some Squampy fluff in this chapter. Bye!

Squid's POV-

Stamps and I ended up just... talking a few things out. I know, pretty anticlimactic, right? Anyhoo, he said he felt horrible, and he apologized about 50 times, each time promising that he would be a better friend. I apologized for yelling at him, and we pretty much just hung out together for the rest of the day.

Now, we were strolling down the coast, Stampy babbling excitedly over an idea for a new minigame. Personally, I'm just happy I got my friend back.

"So, Nugget," He said, wrapping up his speech. "What do you think?" He shuffled the long sleeves of his grey sweater nervously.

I put my hand on my chin and furrowed my eyebrows, giving him a doubtful look.

"Hmm. It's...uh...well..." His green eyes widened in a shocked expression.

"You don't like it?! Don't tell me you don't like it," He pleaded, tugging on my shirt sleeve.

I couldn't keep up my act any longer. I pulled a big grin and turned to face Stamps.

"I'm just messin' with ya! Of course I love it." I said as Stampy punched me in the shoulder. "Ow."

Stampy crossed his arms, his baggy sweater flopping as he huffed. He looked flustered, his face turning a little pink. His glasses started to droop.

"You better." He said in mock anger. I bent down a little and pushed his slipping glasses back up with my thumb.

I laughed as he faked glaring at me from behind his lenses. Then he smiled.

"Uh, hey Squid," He said, pointing, "You see that rocky outcropping over there?"

"Yeah, why?" He smirked.

"RACE YA THERE!" He yelled, kicking up sand as he sprinted across the beach.

"WHAT?! YOU CHEATER!" I shouted, barreling after him.

As we raced, I gradually started to catch up with Stamps. I charged after him, grabbing the back of his sweater and yanking him backwards. I let out a little victory whoop, but his foot swung around and grabbed my shin, tripping me. I fell onto the soft sand just as Stampy got up. He was trying to run past me, but stumbled, and I took this chance to grab his arm and yank him toward me. As I did so, I flipped onto my back, letting him crash onto my chest. The second he landed, I flipped back over and pinned him to the ground, the soft sand instantly mixing with his curly hair. For a few seconds, all we did was breathe. My hands were easily pinning down his slim wrists, and there was about three inches of space from our noses. It took Stamps only a few seconds to get what had just happened.

"Squid! Come on, let me go!" He struggled, laughing.

"Nope."

"Oh, come on, no-body likes a sore loser!"

"Hey, last time I checked, you didn't cross the finish line." I said, unintentionally moving a little closer to him.

"...Squid, personal space please..." Stampy mumbled awkwardly. A new idea popped into my head. I smirked. I moved so that the tips of our noses were touching.

Stampy turned red. I laughed inwardly. Oh, this was gonna be the best thing yet!

"What's wrong, Stamps?" I asked innocently. I slipped my hands from his wrists into the palms of his hands and wrapped our fingers. He was now a dark shade of red. He gulped. This'll be the funniest prank!

"Does any of this make you feel uncomfortabl-" I was cut off by his lips rushing up to meet mine.

I closed my eyes, taking it all in. I could feel this 'ZAP'...Like someone hit me with a big, electrical pole. My heart was pounding, and my face was now a bright red.

He pushed harder, earning a small whimper from me.

'I had meant this as a joke! I didn't...I didn't mean for him to... god, I pressured him, didn't I? Of course I did! Why do I screw up everything!?'

I pushed back a little, squeezing his hands tighter.

'... I'm...I'm straight, right? Yeah, I have to be! I-I can't be gay! Why the hell am I enjoying this?! Why do I want this?!'

He pulled away. We locked eyes for a second, until I broke away.

"I-I'm...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pressured you..." I stammered. I couldn't look at him.

"Hey...it's ok...don't apologize, I'm the one that kissed you..."

I let go of him and rolled onto the sand next to him. I put my hands on my chest.

"Hey...Stamps? Can we...uh...nev-"

"Never talk about this again?" He finished, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah."

"Sounds like a plan."

I sighed. The sun was setting now. Stampy moved closer to me and wrapped his hands around my neck, resting his fluffy head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around his back, pulling him close.

"Squid?"

"Yeah?"

He paused.

"You know you're my best friend, right?"

I leaned down and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair as we listened to the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

"Yeah. I know."

"Am I yours?"

I adjusted myself and hugged him tightly.

"Why wouldn't you be?"