Pre notes: Hello! I am so so sorry it took so long. School started and then I had cross country, and then some personal issues, but I am back! And I love all the reviews and thank you so much! I never thought my silly fantasies would be noticed! So I'm going to try something different with this chapter. Now that schools started and my minds working, the story will be neater. I've also been inspired by this fanfic I'm reading to get a better understanding on how you actually write a story. Oh one more thing. I'm currently working on another story for you guys that I think you might like. (I fell in love with Hamilton) with all that being said, lets gets back to the story!
Chapter 7: Friends or foes
The next day rolled in. Goth woke to the sunlight shining in his room, by his sockets. He tried to turn away, but he then heard his parents talking downstairs. He groaned and shoved the blankets off of him, exposing the cold air. He got up to check his phone, to see he got a message from someone. That someone was cross.
Memories of what happened last night came flashing back. How fresh beat him, and knocked him out. Waking in a room only to see who he thought was his friend, to only be a true monster. Palettes heart was broken. Goth was broken. Nothing can fix that.
Goth got so lost in the memories that he started to cry and forgot to read the message. It only said two words that made goth wanna cry even more.
"Good choice."
Goth went deep in his thoughts, but got interrupted by the the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly wiped his and hoped his face didn't show he was crying. The door started to swing open, and other side was his mom.
"Goth its time to get up. It may be the weekend but you still need to-" Geno stopped and gave a shocked looked towards goth. Goth looked back, wondering why geno looked like that. Then he remembered. The bruise where cross hit him when he tried to escape.
"Gothy!" Geno ran over to goth and grabbed his face. "What happened? Did you fall? Did you bump you skull? Did someone beat you up?"
Goth was holding back his tears, thinking of something that will full his mother. "I bumped my head. Nothing major." Geno looked at goth with a "Bullshit" look. Goth knew it. He also knew geno wasn't going to leave him alone in till he gave a good answer. "I swear! I was walking and I walked into a sign." Geno just gave him the same look but let it go, knowing he wasn't going to get it out. "Ill heal it during breakfast. Which by the way is ready. So come get cleaned up and join your father and I when your ready." Goth nodded his head, while geno left the room.
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Palette watches the ceiling, in his dark room, listening to "Smoke gets in your eyes". He thinks of his laugh, his smile, and the way he looks when they kissed. Every happy thing he thought of, made him lose himself more.
"He's been in there since yesterday. I've tried to talk to him but he won't listen" Ink crossed his arms and gave a side look towards the door. Fresh put a hand on inks shoulder and smiled. "Don worry ink. Everything will be back to eiggity was it was. Ya know how dramatic pal can be" Ink smiled. "Yea, he is like his mom." They both chuckled ans stopped after a second. Ink then went downstairs, while fresh knocked on his door.
Palette was deep in his thoughts of goth, when it faded as he kept hearing a knocking sound. "Palette man please. Its your skel fresh. Let me in man, please?" Palette sat for a second thinking of weather getting up was worth it. If anything was really. But he came to his senses and turned of his sad music, and opened the door. "Woah man...you uh lookin good" Palette smiled a little, but then went back to his dead self. Eyes dull, and no life.
"Pal listen. I know that you heart is torn man but ya gotta listen." Palette grabbed his hat and looked at fresh. "Please fresh. There's nothing wrong. Goth doesn't love me that's all it is." "Goth does love ya man. He I think hes in danger yo. I was at the park, then I saw cross and chara talking bout him. Next thing I know I'm back at my house." The conversation gets interrupted by an alarm coming from palettes phone. Palette goes to turn it off and looks around his room. "Yo whats that" Palette grabs one shoe. "I'm meeting someone for lunch" "who" "Chara"
Fresh's eyes widen "Are ya nuts!? Outta all the people! After everything she has done?" Palette finds his other shoe. "She just wants to help. Besides shes better then you telling me that goth is in danger other then not loving me." Palette sits on his bed "Palette listen to me. Goth in danger sounds hella crazy but going on a date with ya ex is way morw wacky" Palette ties his other shoe and sits up. "Fresh, I know you wanna help but I don't need it. I only agreed because chara was the only one there when I needed a shoulder to cry on." Well sorry that I mighta been kidnapped" Palette chuckled and started walking towards that door. But is blocked when fresh moves in his way.
"I'm not letting my friend get hurt again" Fresh crossed his arms like he was ready for a rap battle. "Move out of my way fresh" "Sorry pal" Fresh shrugged. "Can't do that" Palettes eye began to flash yellow. "I said move out of my way"Palette's hand turned into a fist. Fresh's eye began to glow a light purple. "Don't make this get physical pal" Palettes eyes went dull, except for the yellow in his left eye. He pushed his hand towards fresh, and had bones fly towards him. Fresh dodged out of the way and fell to his knee. Palette started to walk out his door, but his stopped by pull towards his wall. His soul went from white to purple. "Please palette. This is ridiculous!" Palette smiled with a dull look. He looked up, tears flowing out of his eyes.
"You just don't understand do you? I only want to see goth HAPPY! AND IF STAYING AWAY FROM HIM IS WHAT DOES THE TRICK, SO. BE. IT."
Palette looks down, eye glowing brighter then before and says in a deeper tone. "Now step aside."
Fresh pushes palette against the wall harder, tears coming from his eyes. "No"
"So be it." Palette summons a paint roller, ad big as him. At the bottom of the handle its green, and the rolling part is green paint stained. It glowed lights of yellow and green. He held it tightly before swooping it where green magic made a thick line mark, hitting fresh. Fresh fell back to the wall, bringing his health down halfway. He held his shoulder, as palette stepped in front of him. His paint roller faded from his hand.
"I told you to stay out of my way." Fresh got up in anger, still holding his shoulder. "Palette-" Before fresh could say anything, he way gone in a blink.
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Chara paced back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the nice restaurant, where chara and palette were going to eat. Horror and cross sat on a table, that someone would eat on if they were eating outside.
Chara kept looking at they're phone. Eventually, they threw the're phone in her pocket, looked at cross and horror. "He's late! He should have been here by now" They began to tap they're foot. Cross crossed his arms and shrugged. "He's probably running late. He'll turn up. And we all know what will happen if he doesn't" Cross and horror began to laugh. "What are you going to do" horror said, still laughing. "You gonna fu-" Cross slapped his hand over his teeth to stop him from talking, then looked at chara. They were looking at they're phone, not paying attention to the two. "Do they not know?" Cross shook they're head "Lets keep it that way"
Chara looked back at cross. "Hey I forgot to ask, what did you do with goth? They broke up pretty quick." Horror smiled and tried not to laugh at cross. Cross shrugs and smiled. "I just told him that is he didn't , I'd kill him" Chara rolled they're eyes. Horror crossed his arms and legs. "If it were me, I would have already turned him into a head dog, to keep him from doing anything." Cross got up and grabbed horrors jacket. "Are you fucking stupid? If goth dies, everyone would be after our boney asses. Not just the cops." he slowly lets go of horror, and walked back to where he was sitting on the table. "Besides, if hes smart enough, he'll stay far away from palette."
Chara grabbed crosses jacket and looked him straight in the eye. "I told you were not killing anyone at all. I just want to scare them, no touching, and no killing. Understand?" Cross put up his hands, like he was showing he had no weapon "Relax, all I did was threaten the bugger. He's to much of a pussy to do anything." Cross let him go roughly and went back to looking at they're phone.
"Wait." Horror shot his head up. "What about fresh? Didn't he catch you guys?" "Yea, but I erased his memory, and he doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that we said something, but he doesn't know what." Cross began to laugh, so did horror. They're fun was interrupted when chara shushed them.
"He's here" Horror and cross disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Palette walked slowly towards the restaurant looking at his phone. Chara rushed over and gave him a hug, then immediately got off. "Why were you late" Palette, stunned from the hug, took a minute to answer. "Sorry, I decided to walk, and it took longer then I thought." Palette rubbed the back of neck, hoping that chara would believe his lie. They shrugged and wrapped they're arm around palettes. "Doesn't matter, lets eat! Im starving." Chara then dragged palette in the restaurant.
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Goth laid on his bed, legs crossed. He imagined each the days of each picture he looked at of him and palette. He smiles at one of them. It was an old one. It was them during preschool, and how palette made fresh a picture. That was the first day they met.
His thoughts were interrupted by a text message. It was cross. "What does he want now?" Goth opened the message. It read "Come over. I have a RISING problem." With a laughing emoji. Goth rolls his eyes and type back. "Leave me alone cross. Haven't you done enough?" Cross immediately texts back. "You better come over~ or else." Goth sits up and types harshly. "What are you gonna do? You already broke me." Cross then sends a picture.
Its a picture of him doing a selfie. His hand is doing a peace sign, and hes sticking his purple tongue out. The thing odd with this picture is, hes in front of palettes house. "I think we both know :p"
Goth puts a hand to his mouth and almost crys. But he picks up his phone, and begins to type. "Im on my way." As goth grabs his shoes, he gets another text from cross. "Good choice~"
Notes: Wow. I am showing no mercy to your feelings. Well I hope that made up for the lost time. Thanks again for the great feedback! I really love how you guys like me, even though this is my first story. Like I said before, I'm working on that other story for you all. I'll see you guys next chapter!
