Nickel and Balloon get eliminated and have to stay in OJ hotel. They soon find out that they have to be roommates! Their not happy about it first but soon they each other's company. They become enemies to friends and maybe even lovers perhaps. You'...
Nickel's POV I asked him about some of the things I was wondering. It was honestly Weird to have a normal conversation with him. After asking my questions, we just started talking about anything. Balloon: Honestly, this was nice having someone to talk to. Would have not expected it to be you, no offense. Nickel: none taken. Honestly, I feel the same way. This was okay. I pick up my phone and read the time. 11:55 Wow! It's been that long. I guess I kind of got lost talking with Balloon. Nickel: Hey, you wanna head in for lunch. Balloon: Sure! I attempt to get up but I fall on my back. I spend a few more seconds struggling to get up. "Need help?" Balloon asks. " oh, no, as you can see I am already standing up." I respond, sarcastically. Balloon grabs me by my sides and picks me up. He puts me down. "Now, let go inside." He said, turning around walking to the hotel." I followed behind him thinking about what just happened. That was kind of odd. I felt this wired feeling. I can't really tell because I don't think I have felt like this before. Maybe it's nothing. Honestly, it was pretty nice talking to Balloon and he doesn't seam anything like season one Balloon. People change I guess.
Balloon's POV Well that was surprisingly nice. I was confused why Nickel was walking over to me at first, but when we were talking, it felt so nice. It felt like he was an old friend of mine. I wonder what made him change his mind to talk to me. This morning it seem like he was just ignoring me. Now all of a sudden he wants to talk to me? I don't have a problem with it I'm just kind of confused. We head inside seeing some people already eating. There was a choice between mac and cheese, a sandwich, or salad. You could also get a juice box so, I chose the sandwich, grabbed a juice box and sat in my set. Nickel pulled his chair next to me. I'm guessing to continue our conversation. A couple of minutes past by and we both finished our food. "Hey, you want to go to our room?" I ask. "Sure." He replied.
No POV Nickel and Balloon walk up stairs to their floor. Balloon opens the door and runs in the run hoping on his bed. Nickel walks in closing the door behind him and hops on the bed. Balloon remembered seeing a couple of coloring books in one of the drawers. He would try to color in one of them but he doesn't have any art supplies. Nickel: Something on your mind? Balloon: Oh. Well there are some coloring books in one of the drawers but I don't have any art supplies. Nickel: That's sucks. Balloon: Yeah. Maybe later I will see if there any colored pencils or markers. Nickel: Can I see some of the books? Balloon: Sure. Balloon opens the drawers and looked at the books. There were 6 books in total so he split the books 3 to 3 and hand him the 3 books. There were was a Halloween book and Christmas book. There was 2 books by this one artist. "Hey, how about I get us some art supplies." Nickel offers. "Okay!" Balloon exclaims. Nickel hops off his bed and go's to find some art supplies.
Balloon's POV This is very nice. I never thought that me and Nickel would be getting along. It's so nice but yet, it seems kind of odd. I don't think he wants anything from me, but it seems like he does. maybe he just wants to be friends. But why would he wanna be friends with me? There's a lot of other people at the hotel he can be friends with. Why me? Someone he genuinely disliked in season two. why? I lay down on my bed, trying to think of you reasons and explanations of why he would wanna even talk to me. I feel my eye starting to close. Soon I drifted off too sleep.
Nickel's POV Oj showed me a cabinet full of art supplies. I took some colored pencils and markers and rush back upstairs. When I open the door I find balloon, on his bed looking like he's asleep. I went to check if he was sleeping. Yep he's gone. I look at him for a little while and kind of forget what I am doing. I soon realized what I'm doing and look away. What is wrong with me? What is going on? Why am I feeling this stuff? I rush over to my bed and grab one of the coloring books. Maybe coloring one of the pages will help me get my mind off of things.
