[I have no idea what Im suppossed to write now-]
(Paper Pov:)
I layed in my bed, Dry tears in my eyes while hugging a pillow and the blanket covering one of my eyes. I hadnt gotten much sleep, I could only think of what happened yesterday. I somewhat caused me pysical pain to think about it. I looked at the time, only moving my head slightly. Shit....It was 9:30. Ugh...I need to get up..But Im too tired. I dont want to get up. So, I didnt. Im exausted, I dont care if anyone yells at me or some shit at this point. I snuggled up into a ball, it was so bright out...It hurt my eyes. Outside my room, I heard voices. Everyone was already starting breakfast. Whatever, Mic is cooking today. I groaned..Im exsausted, Did I say that?
I heard a Knock at my door. Someone was here, it was probably Soap. I yelled "Come in!" out from my bed. OJ came in, SHIT- OJ!?!!!?? Why is he here!? I gasped, and immediately got up. Wasnt he mad at me!? Why is in here!???!
Paper: "O-OJ!?! I-"
OJ looked at me with a worried expression. I was confused..What..?
OJ: "Paper...You ok..? You usually wake up pretty early...Did Something happened...?"
Paper: "I- um...Sorry, Im....Im Really Tired...OJ, I..Didnt get much sleep last night. Here...I'll get up,"
OJ: "No, Its fine! Here, its ok. You stay in bed. Do you need melatonin for tonight?"
OJ said with a smile. What...Wasnt he mad at me..? Why was he acting all nice-? I raised my eyebrow.
Paper: "U-um yeah...I should probably get that, Thank you.."
I said getting up, I left the room. I groaned and put a hand on my forehead. And.....there comes the headache. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some Melatonin and headache pills for myself. Then went back to my room, OJ was still there..What was he doing?? OJ looked at me with a worried look. I walked passed him and sat down on the edge of my bed as I took the headache pills. OJ sat down next to me.
OJ: "Everything...else ok???"
I stared at him, really confused at this point. I decided just to ask.
Paper: "Why are you....Why are you being nice to me? After I-"
OJ: "Um...Because your my friend...? Duh-"
The word "Friend" hurt to hear. I fealt a pang in my chest then bit my lip. I looked up at him. He was in his normal outfit. Orange Suit and his liquid hair tied up.
Paper: "Y-Yeah...But arent you mad at me?? I mean..I- I made you uncomfortable yesterday and you-"
OJ: "What!? No! Paper- Im not mad at you. Why would I- Paper! We talked about this!! Im never mad at you!"
OJ said, cutting me off. And with his last sentence, he grabbed my hand and held it, Giving it a small pat. My eyes widened as my face heated up when he did this.
OJ: "Why would I be mad at you??"
Paper: "Well- I thought- Because..Yesterday- I tried...Telling you something and I think things got a bit too personal- And I thought I made you uncomfortable and-!"
I explained, My volume raising the more I spoke, My anxiety growing. But I was cut off, AGAIN. By OJ. But instead, he put his hands on my face. My face heated up even more, HE WAS PUTTING HIS HANDS ON MY FACE...IF SOMEONE CAME IN HERE THEY WOULD THINK WE'RE MAKING OUT------
OJ looked at me with a smile.
OJ: "Paper, Im not mad at you. You didnt do anything wrong yesterday. I just thought that- um...."
OJ bit his lip, looking down and letting go of my face. I pouted, mostly wanting him to do that. I wish he didnt let go. I wanted OJ to hold me like that..OJ started to speak
OJ: "Paper, I lov-"
Our moment was interrupted by Salt slamming my door open and screaming for OJ exciteded. He rolled his eyes as I just looked at him. Then, Paintbrush stormed in also. They started screaming in fear.
Paintbrush: "OJ-! MIC WAS COOKING THEN LIGHTBULB TRIED HELPING AND SET THE FOOD ON FIRE-- YOU GOTTA HELP THEM!!"
OJ immediately got up and followed Paintbrush, Salt even followed. Now Im just here. Alone. He just..left me like that. But thats fine, I mean there is a fire. I should probably go help them...I got up and got quickly dressed. Brushed my hair quickly, then left my room. Shutting the door behind me.
In the kitchen, Mic was screaming in her high-pitched scream, with her being a....Microphone. Knife was trying to get her to calm down. While Soap looked like she was going crazy. Lightbulb and OJ were trying to get the fire to stop. OJ did it in a more....Professional manner. Paintbrush, Was trying to help but was terrifyed of the fire. Instead, they yelled at OJ and Lightbulb, telling them what to do. I immediately grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and ran towards the food.
Paper: "EVERYONE MOVE!"
I yelled out, and OJ, Mic, Paintbrush, Lightbulb, Knife, and Soap all moved out of the way. As I dumped the bucket of water on the fire. I stayed away from the bucket, reaching out as far as I could. I was terrifyed of Water. It gets me all soggy:(
Everyone kinda just stared at it for awhile, Then started cheering. Even Knife! He litterally never cares for these kind of things. I giggled and put the water bucket down.
Lightbulb: "Aw, But the food! I was going to cook some yarn!"
OJ: "um...Why-"
Paintbrush: "Dont ask."
OJ just blinked then walked up to me with a smile.
OJ: "Good job Paper! I dont know why I didnt think of that,"
Paper: "Thanks! I was...kinda confused on what you were trying to do there."
OJ just smiled and This time, Soap cooked. Everyone went back to their business. Ignoring anything that wasnt important to them. Me and OJ sat down at a small table that was in the Lobby. We just..smiled at eachother.
Really, We were friends again. Now I was completely sure that OJ wasnt mad at me. His smile was just, Too handsome and Genuine. I knew Things now. Nothing could get between us. Not my Anxiety, Not Someone else, Not an event. We are us.
And maybe, just maybe..Me and OJ could be something more.
[AHH- SOME OF THIS CHAPTER GOT DELETED- AND THEN I HAD TO REWRITE ITððð. Whatever. Have a good day/Night my wonderful readers!!^^]