GlitterGolf One Shots

(Boy) Friends...? Pt. 2

Monty's POV

Chica ran up to me. It had been a few days since I hung out with Sun and totally made a fool out of myself.

"Yoohoo! Monty!"

"Yeah? Whaddya want?"

She stood in front of me with a sweet grin on her face. Then she raised her hand next to my head.

"Sorry not sorry."

"Wh-"

Chica then smacked me. Hard. I stumbled and fell over.

"Shit! What was that for!?"

"Tell me, what's your opinion on Sun?"

I paused. Sun? He's goofy, aloof, bubbly. He's stupid, pushy, and childish.

"Uh, I don't really think much of him, why?"

She leaned down and smacked me again.

"Wrong answer."

"Why are you even doing this!?"

She straightened her stance and then crossed her arms.

"They think you hate them."

I looked down and rolled my eyes.

How stupid. She's getting angry at me for what they think. I mean, I totally hate them though.

"Oh, okay?"

"I want you to go apologize to them."

"What!? No!"

"I'll get Roxxy."

"Okay, I'll do it."

I'm not scared of Roxanne, she's just immensely annoying.

Besides, I'd rather not have two people crossed with me. One is enough.

"Now go. They're in the daycare."

I got up and mumbled a few profanities as I walked off.

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Sun's POV

I was playing around with a small girl as a tall, wide figure walked in.

I picked her up and held her with one arm. Once I balanced her on my hip, I walked up to them.

"Welcome! Are you here to pick up or drop off a child?"

"Don't play dumb with me Sun."

I was confused until I recognized the voice.

"Monty?"

"Finally! Took you long enough."

The girl giggled and reached out to Monty.

"Aww, you want Mister Monty to hold you?"

She nodded profusely and continued to lean towards Monty.

"Okay! Mister Monty would be happy to hold you!"

I passed her to Monty, who put her up on his shoulder.

"Now, I wanted to talk to you about something Sun."

I glanced at the girl and then back at Monty.

"Okay, I should have time."

I led him up to my room sat him on the ground. I sat down across from him and straightened up, making me just about his height.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?"

Monty looked to the side.

"Well, Chica talked to me a bit ago, and she told me that you think I hate you, and I just wanted to know why."