Inseparable

Chapter 8: Nervous Meeting

*Toy's POV*

Okay it's Wednesday and I think I got everything right. Mom is out tonight and Chica should only be here for about two or three hours. I know she's silent and I shouldn't be nervous but I am. What if I do bad with her and Bonnie doesn't like me. Paranoia sure but I feel it's justified.

I'm sitting on my couch with all of this running through my mind, it's stressing me out but I can deal with it. My hands go to my cheeks as I attempt to clear my mind.

It's not like it'll be bad Toy, don't think of this as testing yourself like you always do. Just a friendly hang out, she can't be that bad.

Getting up I planted my feet onto the floor and walked around. Just to take my mind off of this situation, stretching my arms all the while. Sighing, I looked around while my brain was in hyper mode right now.

Than as if it was my worst luck ever there was a knock at the door. My nerves just went back up, steadying my breathing I walk over to the door.

Grabbing the door knob I opened the door. Two chickens stood in the doorway, one taller than the other. "Hello and welcome." I say looking at the taller one whom I'm assuming was her mom. She chuckles.

"Nice to meet you too. I hope you two get along." she says, gesturing to the small one. The yellow chicken with a hoodie on, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah my parents aren't home but I'll be sure to keep her unharmed." laughing for a few seconds. Chica walked up next to me and waved to her. "I hope so. I'll be back for her in a couple hours." she says before leaving and me closing the door.

"You wanna sit?" I ask as she takes off her hood to show her face, her magenta eyes looking at me. They nod and look for a chair, sitting down after a few minutes of trying to find the couch. I sat on the opposite side of it. "So how's it going?" She pulled out her notebook from the front of her sweatshirt.

Opening it she started scribbling something down, me having to lean in to actually see it. "Pretty good, everything's been going well. I'm a cheerleader." was what was written. "Oh that's amazing." I start going back to my original position. My ears twitching and my hand going on the couch arm. "Must be scary though with you the way you are." Chica nods in agreement.

She patted her hand on the couch somewhat nervously, her arms and legs close to the rest of her body. "Do you have an idea for our small science project?" I shift myself to the edge of the seat, putting my hands together.

She goes back to her book. I just noticed that there was a sticker of a bird and fish on it. "I have no clue to be honest Toy.'' She kept writing something down and erasing it immediately, guessing it's just mistakes or some sort of drawing. I can't see the faint marks.

Slightly reluctantly she sat up a bit, her legs still halfway across the couch though. Standing up I start stretching, looking at her with a smile. She mirrors it.

"You can take your sweatshirt off if you'd like. We're both friends." Chica just shrugs and stares at me. My stomach rumbles a bit, "You hungry?" I ask, feeling slightly awkward. Once again she writes leaving with only one option for me being to walk up to her in order to read it. "Wouldn't mind it. Didn't eat much today."

I nod my head and walk off to the kitchen. Having no idea on what to eat I just grab a box of cereal and got myself and Chica a bowl. I grabbed them and went back to the livingroom before putting them on the table in front of the couch.

"I didn't know what you'd want so I got you some cereal, hope you don't mind." I told her straightening up a little, she smiled as I sat down.

She grabbed the bowl and started eating quickly, I barely grabbed mine. She's hungry I guess. I just giggle to myself and start eating as well.