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Chapter 2.

"Never. "

I, for some reason, found myself saying this word over and over. The others had gotten used to the new member. He had been here for months, now.

Everyone but me. 

Could you really blame me? 

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I could often hear the Dust and Horror with Killer. They were an unbelievably loud group of friends. But at least Killer was happy with them... 

Error was starting to get extremely worried about me. So, I would vent out my problems to him. 

"I'm sorry... Please don't best yourself up over this."

"But you don't understand."

"I do."

"No, you don't. He'll never like me that way, you know it."

"People can surprise you."

With that said, he left my room, a cold, but somehow sympathetic glare shot my way. 

A knock. 

A louder one. 

And then a progressively louder one. 

Followed by almost desperate pounding, and Horror yelling at me. 

I didn't know why I didn't respond to him, I just didn't. Eventually, I heard him sigh and walk away. 

"I'm sorry, Horror..."

But... What if it was important? 

Sighing, I got out of my bed and stood up, heading over to the door, my hand now hovering over the know. I turned it, expecting to see a defeated Horror, which I did... 

But accompanied by a concerned and sympathetic Killer. 

"It's fine, Boss," Horror insisted, making me wonder if he'd heard me. "We're all just very worried for you. You aren't acting yourself."

"I don't know you all that well, even though I've been here for many months. Almost a year, right, Horror?"

Horror nodded, but sadly. One of the worst things I've ever seen is a sad Horror. He's generally one of the happier ones, always cheering up Dust when he's in a bad mood. 

Was I really that different? 

Did it really bother the guys so much? 

"... But even I can tell this isn't you. What's wrong? I can listen."

I offered a smile. I rarely did, so maybe that made this more suspicious to them. 

"Sorry, Killer. I don't think this is exactly something I'm willing to share with everyone."

Especially not him. That would be embarrassing. He looks understanding... But hurt. 

"Oh, that's all right... But if you ever change your mind. I don't care what it is, I'm not judging you."

He's so nice. Well, most of the guys are. Deep down inside. Just some on the surface more than others. And Horror and Killer seem to be the most. 

I sighed.

"I will..."

"Killer! What the actual- No, stop. I don't want- KILLER!"

Normally, I didn't like to meddle in any business concerning Dust. But he was just being so annoying that I had to step in. 

"What are you doing?" I demanded. We were at the table, eating yet another great meal prepared by Horror. 

Killer and Dust stared at each other and looked rapidly away. 

"They were digging each other's heels into their feet," Cross told me. 

"NO WE WEREN'T!" Killer objected. He had become very relaxed and definitely more open with us as the months passed, showing more and more of his true personality. 

"Well, I wasn't. He was," Dust said.  

"No. That's a bigger and fatter lie than you yourself."

"Obviously, Dust is a twig," Cross snorted. 

Dust sideyed him. I honestly didn't mind dinner table drama. It made my life more interesting. 

Living with morons... 

I liked it more than I was open to admit. 

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