Here we go everyone! Another chapter of Unlikely Friends. I just wanna say thank you for everyone who has submitted an OC so far. Anyone who hasn't submitted and wants to, don't worry. You still can.
Let's get on with the chapter shall we?
'Things are still so...awkward,' Bonnie thought. He and his roommates had been increasingly distant with each other. Foxy was constantly out running or doing research for school. Freddy, even when in the dorm, had grown much more cold towards him. He glanced up from where he was gingerly plucking at his guitar strings to look at the bear. Freddy was looking through his notes, studying for some quiz or test.
"Bonnie." He jolted, eyes widened as he waited. Freddy glanced over before turning back to his notes. "Could you hold off on playing your guitar? I'm trying to study."
"Oh," he said, deflating, "yeah. No problem. I'm gonna go out for a bit then. Give you some quiet." He didn't get a response so he set his guitar down and slipped out the door.
He wandered aimlessly, no real idea where to go. He wandered into the park, pausing to lean against the railing by the fountain. 'I didn't mean to make him mad,' he thought, 'but what did he expect? He caught me off guard. I didn't know what to do.' He felt a form settle beside him and glanced up. His new companion was not one he expected. "Fletcher? Um...why are you here?"
"Shut up," the bear said, "I'm just waiting for someone." Bonnie nodded, looking away. They stood in a fairly comfortable silence.
'More comfortable than any silence I've had around Freddy lately,' he thought bitterly. He scuffed at the sidewalk with his shoe, not sure whether or not he should speak or just remain silent.
"Hey," Fletcher said suddenly, "did something happen between you and my brother?" Bonnie felt as if someone had shocked him. He jolted, staring at the boy beside him.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked. 'Does he somehow know?'
"Our parents came to visit the other day," Fletcher said, "Freddy was acting strange. He seemed really annoyed for some reason. I figured it had something to do with either you or the fox." Bonnie relaxed and looked behind them, at the water in the fountain.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Go ahead," Fletcher said, "doesn't mean I'll answer but whatever."
"You and your brother," he began, "how come you don't get along?" Fletcher sighed, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and staring off into the distance.
"It's not like we don't get along," he said, "we're just...different. He thinks I'm too defiant to my parents wishes. I think he's too loyal to them. It's a disagreement of opinions."
"Ah," he said. Fletcher glanced at him.
"You know," he said, "Brendan only fucks with you to get a reaction."
"I figured," he said, "still, that doesn't help me not react. No offense but your friends are assholes."
"Yeah, we can be," he answered, "but Chelsea's a good girl once you know her. She doesn't really hate you, just that girl...Mangle. And I guess her brother by default. Apparently Mangle's got that nickname cause she injured someone back in middle school. From the sounds of things that person was Chelsea."
"Chelsea?" Bonnie said. 'No way.' Fletcher nodded.
"I don't know the whole story," he said, "just that they used to be friends in middle school. Something happened and Mangle got her pretty well, tore out some feathers and broke a limb from what she said. Of course, Chelsea started it but still."
"Why are you telling me this?" Bonnie asked. Fletcher shrugged.
"Just...don't hate Chelsea," he said, "you two would have gotten along pretty well in another life. She's kinda like your friend...Chica's her name right?"
"Yeah," Bonnie said, "but what do you mean they're alike?"
"Loud and opinionated," Fletcher said monotonously. Bonnie couldn't help but laugh, quirking a smile.
"Yeah," he said, "I can see the resemblance now."
"You know," Fletcher said, stretching, "this wasn't horrible."
"No, it really wasn't."
"See ya around Bonnie. I'll tell Brendan to lay off. No promises he'll listen though."
"Thanks." he watched the younger male stalk off, thinking. 'Wait...he's not meeting anyone.' He laughed again. 'He's just a big softy like his brother isn't he. Oh well, too bad Chelsea and Brendan are a bit too painful to be around.' He stood, stretching himself. 'Where should I go? I wanted to let Freddy have some time alone but...I don't really have anywhere to go.'
"Hello?" he blinked and looked down. A kid with messy brown hair under a red and blue striped hat stared back at him.
"Hey," he said, "I remember you. The kid with the balloons right?"
"Yup!" the boy chirped, "people usually call me Balloon Boy or BB for short."
"BB huh," he said. Balloon Boy grinned, grabbing his arm.
"C'mon," he said.
"Woah! Where are we going?"
"You look lost," Balloon Boy said, "so I figured I'd help you feel better. Mark would like it too."
'Mark?' he thought, 'Who's that? Oh well, guess I'll find out.' He followed Balloon Boy through the park, the younger humming softly and all but skipping ahead of him. Some people stared at them weird as they passed but Bonnie ignored it. 'This kid has some energy, that's for sure.'
"Mark!" Balloon Boy suddenly yelled out, running off across the grass. He followed his path, curious as to who this 'Mark' was. Balloon Boy ran over to a table, leaping onto Marionette who shot him an annoyed look and continued sketching. Seated across from the pair was the rabbit Bonnie had been told was Salvage.
'Mark? Wait! Is Mark...Marionette? Weird.' He walked over, trying not to shudder when Salvage shot that devious look towards him.
"See?" Balloon Boy said, sitting beside Marionette, "Mark's happy to see you too!"
"By Mark you mean...Marionette right?" he asked. Balloon Boy nodded, giggling. Marionette suddenly tore the page from his drawing pad out, sliding it towards Salvage. The rabbit looked at it and nodded.
"Thank you," he said, smirk in place. He pulled out a ten dollar bill from his wallet, handing it to Marionette. The human glanced between it and Salvage's eyes before snatching it. Salvage stood, picking up the picture and walking off.
'What...did I just witness,' Bonnie wondered. He was brought back to reality by Balloon Boy tugging his arm.
"Sit, sit!" the boy cheered. He sat down where Salvage had been. "So what's wrong?"
"Ah! Nothing's wrong," he lied, "I'm okay." Balloon Boy frowned.
"It isn't nice to lie ya know," the kid said, "I know something's bugging you. You can tell us." Marionette nodded, scratching away in his drawing pad.
"I'll be fine," he said, "just some tension between roommates. It'll sort itself out."
"If you say so," Balloon Boy said, "but don't hesitate to tell us if something's wrong okay?"
"Alright," he agreed, "I'll make sure to do that." He was about to stand when Balloon Boy caught him.
"Wait," he said, "let's just talk some more. Okay?"
'That kid really likes his balloons,' Bonnie mused, walking back to his dorm, 'I mean really...who else could talk for nearly two hours about balloons. How does Marionette put up with him?' He paused at the door to the dorm, biting his lip. 'What if Freddy doesn't want to see me yet?' He shook his head, steeling himself. 'Who cares. It's my dorm too after all.' He walked in, barely sparing a glance at his roommate and walking over to his bed. 'Just ignore him. He wants to be so cold to you then you can do the same.'
"Bonnie," he froze, back to Freddy as the bear spoke, "Can we...can we talk." He breathed out in relief.
'Thank god,' he thought. He turned around, trying to seem unconcerned by the current situation. "Yeah sure," he said, "What about?"
"About what happened that night," Freddy said, "I shouldn't have simply kissed you like that. You were going through something, and I shouldn't have shocked you in such a way. I apologize." Bonnie deflated, looking away.
"It's fine," he said, "I shouldn't have just run off like that."
"No." Freddy stood, approaching him cautiously. "I should have understood what you were thinking. You needed time to process. Not me being such a jerk. It was...uncalled for."
"Really," Bonnie said, "It's okay. But...I can give you an answer now at least."
"What is it?" Bonnie swallowed, unsure of himself before leaning in to briefly kiss his roommate.
"I like you too," he said shyly. Freddy smirked, pulling him closer.
"Good," he said, "You know, I won't let you go easily now."
"That's fine," Bonnie said, "I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." Freddy chuckled and Bonnie couldn't help but laugh as well before leaning his head against the bear's chest. "I saw your brother today." Freddy immediately tensed.
"Oh?" he said, voice strained, "what happened?"
"Nothing," Bonnie replied, "It was actually kind of nice. We just had a normal talk." Freddy relaxed at his words.
"That's good," he said, "I'm glad he was behaving himself." Freddy released Bonnie, backing up. "I have something I have to finish for my Economy Class," the bear said.
"Oh, okay." He was about to retreat to his bed before Freddy grabbed his arm, pecking him on the cheek.
"How about we go hang out somewhere when I'm done?" he asked. Bonnie grinned, nodding.
"I wouldn't ask for anything else."
Yay! Happiness. I couldn't leave it as sad now could I? Anyway, I'll keep writing for you guys. Bye-bye for now!