They both woke up, the unusual cold air stung their cheeks. They opened their eyes to see fog around, the sun hid behind the stormy grey clouds, thunder rumbled in the distance and leaves blew in every which way.
"S-Skeppy? Wuz goin ooooonnnnnn." yawned Bad.
"I dunno Bad, good night. " mumbled Skeppy drowsily, before burying himself in the blanket.
Rain began pattering in a downpour. Skeppy still lay unconcernedly in the blankets. Bad woke with a jolt and grabbed Skeppy. Hauling him over his shoulders, opened the window and put Skeppy on the floor. He carried the blankets and pillows inside. They were wet, but not destroyed, so it was alright. He dropped them on the floor, closed the curtains and plopped himself on the damp bedcloth heap.
Skeppy sprawled over the floor like a cat, stretched his back and yawned loudly.
"Mornin' bae- I mean Bad." he said, his face was a light pink.
"Morning, Skeppy. You can call me whatever you find comfortable, okay?"
"Like Baeboyhalo?"
"Hmm, okay."
"My hot muffin? "
"I guess."
"Sexyboyhalo?"
"We draw the line at that, Skeppy."
"Aw, okay."
They both got up and went to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth as Skeppy washed his face, Bad spat out his toothpaste and wiped his mouth on a towel.
"Skeppy, are you fine with going to see my neighbour today?"
"You mean the French lady?"
"Yeah, her."
To be honest, Skeppy wasn't really looking forward to seeing Bad's neighbour. Maybe she was way better than Skeppy, or she was really pretty and Bad would fall in love with her or something. But for Bad's sake, he had agreed to meet her yesterday.
"Yeah, we could see her I don't mind."
"Great, let's go eat breakfast." smiled Bad, and left the room.
Skeppy listened for Bad's shoes on the stairs, or for his voice. When he was certain that Bad was not anywhere near, he sprinted around the room looking for cute clothes to wear.
He scoured for his white Vans shoes and socks. He rummaged through his suitcase for a pair of jeans, and looked for a good hoodie to wear. He wanted to wear something blue today, as always.
"Dang it! I have no blue hoodies, they're all in the laundry bag." said Skeppy, moving his hand through his hair.
He had an idea. He walked over to Bad's cupboard and opened the doors. He scanned the hangers for a good hoodie to wear. He noticed Bad looked more happier and often blushed more when Skeppy wore his hoodies and shirts. He found a light blue oversized hoodie which so happened to be one of Skeppy's merch items. He hadn't recalled sending Bad this particular hoodie, and he kept tabs on what he gave Bad so he didn't repeat anything. This meant that Bad had bought Skeppy's merch. Skeppy's heart felt a bit more warmer as he pulled on the hoodie.
Looking in the mirror he thought he looked decent. But he had to amp it up. He found a blue hair spray can in his bag. Random but he was glad he'd brought it. He sprayed some of it on his brown hair, and fluffed it up a little. He pulled on some fingerless black gloves and glanced at his hands. Perfect for holding. His fingernail polish was slightly chipped, but he thought it looked good eitherway. He put some lipbalm on his lips because they looked chapped.
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Roses and Blue Violets
FanfictionIn the spiritual world, there was something called soul flowers, meaning that two people whose soul flowers were identical to each other, were destined to be together, or so it was told. Skeppy's soul flower was a blue violet, which stood for faith...
