Take-Over: A BFB/TPOT AU

Chapter 35: Contemplating

Team: A Better Name Than That!

Grassy was in 8-ball's room, and they were chatting. 8-ball looked tired, and he just went away. Grassy looked around. It looks like 8-ball was trying to repaint the walls, although he did a pretty terrible job at it. He soon walked out and got himself a sandwich. He spotted Tennis Ball, who wasn't in great shape. He had dark circles around his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in a while. He smiled at Grassy and went to his room. He started to get worried. 8-ball looked exactly like that after Basketball's death. Was it because of Golf Ball's? According to 8-ball, everyone beside Grassy went to go and attack The Losers, and they lost her in the process. Grassy just looked at his door before walking back to his room. Why? Why was his team like this? They had just gotten over one teammate's death, and now they're getting over another. It's like 4 wants them to lose. Tennis Ball was like their leader while Golf Ball was too busy, now he's in a sad state. 8-ball didn't really contribute, and Grassy, well, Grassy didn't want the responsibility of being leader. Maybe he could cheer up Tennis Ball back to being leader. He nodded with confidence and went to Tennis Ball's door, knocking. Soon, he appeared and asked,

"Grassy? Do you need something?"

"Yes! Could Grassy enter your room?"

"Uh, ok? Don't really know why you want to though, there isn't much."

Grassy smiled and Tennis Ball's face softened. He stepped back and let Grassy enter. He basically leaped into the room and jumped onto the bed. His room was pretty empty with just a bed and a desk to write on. Tennis Ball closed the door and looked at Grassy. It looked like he was having the time of his life, and Tennis Ball let out a chuckle. Grassy stopped and looked at Tennis Ball.

"Hey, Tennis Ball."

"Yeah Grassy?"

"Are you sad?"

"What do you mean?"

"That Golf Ball died."

Tennis Ball's face froze. He didn't want to talk about her, or her death. Why would Grassy ask such a question? Could he tell that he wasn't in the best shape? Sighing, Tennis Ball sat next to Grassy.

"That's pretty serious, let's talk about something else. How about those drawings? I bet you're getting better at-"

"Don't avoid the question Tennis Ball. I want to know as your friend. Are you taking Golf Ball's death well?"

"..."

Tennis Ball looked at Grassy with a serious look. It intimidated Grassy, but he didn't falter. He stared back at him, with a look that demanded answers. Tennis Ball faltered, and Grassy could see tears forming at his eyes. Tennis Ball looked away and smiled to himself.

"Y'know, I thought you couldn't tell. But it looks like I was wrong huh?"

He paused and looked at Grassy, who still wanted more answers.

"No, I don't think I'm taking her death well at all. In fact, I'm doing what you shouldn't do. But I just can't be the same anymore."

"What do you mean? Grassy will listen."

"She was my best friend; we did everything together. We were a duo, and I was happy with that. But, I slowly realized that I wanted more than that."

"What do you mean? Grassy didn't think there could be a better feeling then best friend. It's like the top of the world at that point!"

"I-I, I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I wanted MORE than a friendship. I wanted a serious relationship with her. But I'm sure she never saw me like that. And I'm still sure that it's true. Everything we did, it's what friends would do. There wasn't a hint of romantic attraction from her, while it took all I had to keep my feelings in."