It was a Monday morning at OJ's hotel. Pickle was the first one up with a big yawn. He looked out the window and decided to go and take a little walk before breakfast. As he walked more on the trail, he kept hearing sounds in the bushes. He looked behind a bush and saw Knife! He had just woken up and glanced at pickle. "Pickle? what are you doing here?" "Just was taking walk, no biggie." Pickle replied. "Biggie? What have those Salk shakers done to you?" Knife said while standing up. "Damn, they say that way to much." Pickle said with a chuckle. "its been a while since I've seen you man, how's things at the hotel?" Knife said while exiting behind the bush. "its been alright, just the usual. Tissues sneezing, trophy being a bitch, and yin-yang constantly fighting. " Pickle said with a grunt. "Bitch? wow I've never heard you cuss before." Knife looked at Pickle and felt weird, he brushed it off. "so how's the compotation?" Pickle said. "Shipwreck, Its just been awful for me, I've broken my leg, been blackmailed, and lied too, MY LIFE IS TOTAL SHIT!" Pickle laughed at his words and hands gestured goodbye, Knife waved, sadly wanting to talk to him more
The next day, Pickle couldn't get Knife off of his mind, "it was just a friendly talk, why am I getting so overworked by this?" He went on a walk and saw knife again! They talked for some more hours. He left at 12:00 at night to go back to his room. thankfully, nobody woke up.
He laid on the bed as he turned the tv off
he thought to himself as he was falling asleep
"do i like him? no! I- I've only talked to him for 2 days! at least in a while."
he blushed as he dosed off
