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Don't say goodbye Cause I don't wanna hear those words tonight
By himself in town, Mr. Small decided to get something special for his best friend. He was looking through the store and spotted a box of chocolates. Without a second thought of the heart-shaped box, he bought the chocolate and headed back to the observatory. He was so excited. He can share the delicious treats with Mr. Nosy.
Once home, he opened the door and called out his friend's name. He heard him respond from the bedroom so he headed that way.
He found Mr. Nosy standing near the beds. Smiling, Mr. Small held his hands behind his back, wanting the chocolates to be a surprise. Looking curious, Mr. Nosy joined him in the middle of the room.
"What ya got there?" the light green Mr. Man asked, trying his best to look behind Mr. Small, but his friend kept moving around so he couldn't see the box.
Giggling, he revealed the box, opening the lid to show him what's inside. Suddenly Mr. Nosy gasped and stumbled backwards. Startled, Mr. Small said," This was the only kind of box they had at the store." Truthfully, he hadn't looked for any other kind of box or even thought his friend would care about what the box looked like. "I didn't think it would matter that much, but obviously it does…"
His voice trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty and uncomfortable. He closed the box and hid it behind his back again, his face burning with embarrassment.
Mr. Nosy shook his head. "Oh, it's not that," he said. "It's just…" He stopped talking, and Mr. Small stared at him to see if he would continue his sentence, but he never did. Finally, he heaved a heavy sigh and walked over to his bed, murmuring out an apology as he passed his friend, feeling like he might have overstepped some boundary.
He placed the chocolate on the nightstand and then climbed onto his bed and lay down. For a few moments it was silent, and then he heard Mr. Nosy say," I… I'm going for a walk."
He doesn't even want to be around me, Mr. Small thought, feeling very low right now. Why did he think it would be okay to give his friend a heart-shaped box when he had no idea about Mr. Small's feelings for him? He heard his friend walk out of the room and then heard the front door opening and shutting.
He glanced up and sighed. Clearly Mr. Nosy was disgusted with the gesture, even if he didn't come right out and say it. He wished he could take it back, wish he could rewind time and choose a different box or something else that didn't symbolize his secret love for his best friend.
What if Mr. Nosy finds out I have feelings for him? Mr. Small suddenly thought, his heart pounding with fear. What if he already guessed and that's why he recoiled? What if he doesn't love me back? "I'd be fine if he didn't love me back," the small man told himself. "I can't force him to love me." He glanced at the box, remembering Mr. Nosy jumping back. "What would really be upsetting is if he finds my love for him revolting or off-putting." He sat up so fast when another thought hit him. "What if he finds me so vile that he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore?"
That thought was so unbearable that he forced himself to push it away. He got up and opened the drawer to the nightstand. He reached in and pulled out his diary. He stared down at it for a long time, mind racing. Has Mr. Nosy ever found this? Has he read any of it? Is that why he jumped back, because he knows I love him and he doesn't love me back?
He climbed back onto his bed and opened the notebook. He read a few of his entries, smiling as he remembered the good times he and Mr. Nosy had together. All the laughs. All the jokes. All the times Mr. Small wished he could say," I love you." Suddenly the words blurred and he realized he was crying.
He wiped away the tears. "Maybe it's time for us to go our separate ways," he murmured. "I don't want to say goodbye, but sometimes even the greatest of friends have to leave."
He flipped to the end of the diary and tore an empty page out. Then he reached over to the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a pencil. He started to write a short, simple letter, hoping it won't hurt his dearest friend, but knowing that the time had come to say goodbye.
Dear Nose, I'm sorry about earlier, and I want you to know that I understand why you reacted that way. However, I feel like I can't stay here anymore. I feel like it might be time to say goodbye, even though it breaks my heart. I wish you the best of luck in life. Love Mr. Small. P.S. I bookmarked a page in my diary that I think you should read.
Then he tore a corner of the piece of paper and bookmarked an entry in the diary that would reveal his true feelings, if Mr. Nosy didn't already know. With a heavy heart, he placed the paper and diary on his pillow, before climbing off the bed and gathering some things in a suitcase. He took one last look around the bedroom, remembering all the good times they had together.
He had to force his feet to walk out of the bedroom and to the front door. He opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him. He started heading down the sidewalk. He didn't know where he was going. He started heading toward the train station. He couldn't stay in Dillydale and see his best friend and feel like he was grossed out with the small man every time he saw him.
He was so caught up in his misery that he didn't realize someone was trying to get his attention until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, surprised to see Mr. Quiet standing behind him.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Quiet," the small man said, forcing a grin.
Mr. Quiet looked at him and muttered something.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Mr. Small said, shifting his feet uncomfortably.
Instead of repeating what he said, Mr. Quiet pointed to Mr. Small's suitcase. "Oh!" Mr. Small said. "You want to know where I'm going?" Mr. Quiet nodded, and Mr. Small hesitated, not sure what to say. Could he confide in his friend and tell him what happened earlier? To do that, he'll have to confess his love for Mr. Nosy.
As he tried to decide what to do, Mr. Quiet placed his hand on Mr. Small's shoulder, muttering something out. Mr. Small wasn't sure, but he might have said," You can talk to me" or something like that.
Suddenly Mr. Small didn't want to hide anymore. He told Mr. Quiet about buying some chocolate for Mr. Nosy, but it was in a heart-shaped box, and when he saw the box, the light green Mr. Man jumped back. He admits that he thinks Mr. Nosy was disgusted with the gesture, and reluctantly, he confessed that he's had feelings for Mr. Nosy for a long time now, but he's always been afraid to tell him because he didn't know if he felt the same, and now he was sure Mr. Nosy weren't into Mr. Men, so he was leaving.
Mr. Quiet stood there quietly, listening to Mr. Small without saying anything, and his eyes were full of sympathy as he talked. When he said he was leaving, he looked shocked. He shook his head and muttered out," You can't."
"I'm sure Mr. Nosy doesn't want to see me again," Mr. Small said, frowning. "Maybe it's best if we say goodbye."
"No," Mr. Quiet gasped quietly. He shook his head again and said something that Mr. Small didn't hear.
Awkwardly, Mr. Small asked him to repeat what he said.
Leaning in closer, Mr. Small heard him say," Talk to him. Don't run away."
Mr. Small thought about what he said. Maybe he was right. Maybe instead of running away, he should talk to Mr. Nosy and find out why he recoiled. Whatever he says, they can go from there and figure out if they can continue to be friends or end things for good.
"Thank you," Mr. Small said to Mr. Quiet. "I'll go talk to him."
Mr. Quiet murmured something, but Mr. Small didn't stay to hear what he said. He picked up his suitcase and hurried home. His mind was racing and he hesitated outside, worried that Mr. Nosy wouldn't want to see him. What if he wasn't even in there? What if he's still on his walk?
He knew the longer he delayed, the harder it'll be, so he opened the door and walked inside. He didn't see his friend in the living room. "Hello?" he called nervously. "Mr. Nosy? Are you home?"
There was running of footsteps and then Mr. Nosy came out of the bedroom. He ran to Mr. Small and picked him up, hugging him.
"Oh, Mr. Small!" he said, squeezing him. "I thought you'd gone forever! I thought I'd never see you again! Where did you go?"
Unable to breathe, Mr. Small patted him on the back and Mr. Nosy quickly released him. Mr. Small fell backwards onto the floor, gasping for breath.
"Sorry!" Mr. Nosy gasped. "Are you okay?"
Nodding, Mr. Small got to his feet. "Y-Yes, I'm fine." He frowned up at his friend. "I… I didn't think you'd want to see me again…"
Mr. Nosy widened his eyes. "Why would you think that?" he gasped.
"Because of the way you recoiled when I showed you the chocolates."
"Oh." Mr. Nosy frowned and shifted his feet. "It wasn't anything like that. It just surprised me…" He hesitated and then sighed. "I had been reading your diary," he confessed, and Mr. Small felt like he should be surprised, but he wasn't. His heart swelled with affection for his best friend. He knew Mr. Nosy loved discovering new things about people, most often going through people's belongings, so he wasn't really surprised that he found Mr. Small's diary. And he wasn't mad at him either. He could never get upset with the light green Mr. Man.
"So when you showed me the heart-shaped box, it surprised me," Mr. Nosy continued. "I just found out that you… um… like me… more than a friend. And I wasn't expecting that. But I wasn't disgusted!" he quickly said. "I was just surprised!"
Mr. Small blinked thoughtfully. "So you don't find my love for you disgusting?" he asked cautiously.
"No!" Mr. Nosy said immediately. He paused before saying," I don't know if I feel the same. Honestly I had no idea that you loved me! It never even crossed my mind before, but now I'm just wondering how I never knew."
Mr. Small relaxed. His best friend wasn't disgusted with him. That's all that matters. "It's okay if you don't feel the same," Mr. Small told him. "I'm just glad you still want to be friends with me."
"Of course I want to be friends with you!" Mr. Nosy said with feeling. "You're my best friend and you always will be!"
Mr. Small felt too emotional to respond so instead he just hugged Mr. Nosy's legs. Picking him up, Mr. Nosy hugged the small man, careful not to squeeze him too hard.
Finally they stopped hugging, but Mr. Small stayed in Mr. Nosy's arms, smiling at him. "So what should we do now?" he asked.
Mr. Nosy thought for a moment. "Let's go into town and see what our friends are up to," he finally said.
"Sure." Mr. Small hopped to the floor. "Just let me unpack first."
He picked up his suitcase and went into the bedroom where he put away his things. Mr. Nosy followed him.
"Where were you going?" Mr. Nosy asked him as he put away his stuff.
Mr. Small paused and looked over at him. "Honestly, I don't know," he said, frowning. "I thought you didn't want to be friends anymore so I was going to the train station and see where I could go. But I ran into Mr. Quiet," he added. "And he helped me see that I needed to talk to you and I'm glad he did because I didn't want to leave."
"I didn't want you to leave either!" Mr. Nosy said. "I may not know if I love you back or not, but I do know I never want you to leave me. You mean too much to me!"
Mr. Small felt warmth engulf him and a tear fell from his eye.
"Oh no!" Mr. Nosy gasped. "What's wrong?"
Mr. Small wiped his face. "They're happy tears," he assured his friend. "You mean so much to me, too."
Mr. Small finished unpacking and then they left their house, heading into town. Mr. Small didn't mind that Mr. Nosy might not love him back. As long as they were together, he was as happy as he could ever be, and if one day Mr. Nosy decided he did love him, he felt it wouldn't change anything. They were already very close and they did everything together. Mr. Small wouldn't wish anything different about their friendship.
Truly happy, Mr. Small followed his best friend into town and the two of them decided to get something to eat.
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