OFFSTAGE ☆ [Banana & Pear]

IV - Skater Boy

"The droplets dripping down the cumulus clouds distort my perspective as DB's silhouette skates away from the scene."

After a light thunderstorm scatters in the neighbourhood, the Dancing Banana comes up with an idea and surprises Pear indirectly.

a/n It's exactly 12am where I live, so apologies if the chapter looks rushed. Any grammatical errors will be fixed the following day!

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- Dancing Banana's pov -

I accomplished my rehearsal early, sauntering out of my dressing room to be certain that the seats are vacant. During this hour, Pear is probably spending his hard-earned money at the gift shop. Oh! let me check if he's still there until now. I excuse myself in the middle of a conversation with the Announcer, who's begging me to give him the raise he asked thirty-nine days ago. He will have to wait in the recording booth!

(a/n  39 days is march 10 - april 17, with march 10 being swbg's release date. Cool detail !!)

I enter the gift shop, scanning the aisles for any sign of the green guy. The cashier taps on the counter to grab my attention, pointing at the stem sticking out next to the white shelves. I wink at them as a way of saying thanks, then proceed to tip toe behind Pear.

"JUMPSCARE!" He's obviously startled, dropping the stamps he was fiddling with. "What is wrong with you?" I laugh and assist him, picking up all of the items off the purple flooring. "Sorry, you were just so focused on the merchandise, I had to do it." Pear lightly jabs me in the shoulder, "Don't you dare disrupt me again you prat..."

I return the stamps one after another and shift my attention to him. "To make it up to you, I'll pay for one of the stamps! Do you want the one with me in it? At least you can bring it wherever you go, unlike the plush." I say in a teasing manner. Pear is bothered by my query, flushing red across his face due to either annoyance or nervousness from my presence. "I'd rather choose anything else than that."

The two of us purchase the item and leave the gift shop, everyone except the cashier are unaware that the optimistic gameshow host is now next to the opposing critic. Sounds exactly like a cliché 'enemies to friends' story to me. Replacing the 'lovers' part because... Well, no need to emphasize on that. We quickly departed from each other, going to different ends of the hallway.

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After sending the three of my nephews home with Blackberry's company, the rest of my afternoon was spent at the skate park to practice my gazelle flips while the reckless teenagers aren't around yet to invade the space. Halfway through nailing the trick, a rumble of thunder could be heard from the distance as the sky above me fades into a gloomy and darker hue.

I spring to my skateboard and push the wheels forward to the street. The rainwater covers the parched pavement, forming puddles and pouring down the nearby drainage. Reading the green signage, the arrow points to a Marsh's grocery store a few blocks away. Already soaking wet from the droplets falling from head to toe, I approach the automatic doors, sliding open for any customer that sets foot in the store.

"Welcome to Marsh's grocery store, temporarily open for twenty-four hours." The blue and purple wrapped sweet lounges on the monobloc chair feeling drowsy. They turn off the static TV displayed on the top corner, the screen's reflection revealing my appearance. Their expression lit up from the sight.

"Banana? As in THE Dancing Banana? Oh golly, I always switch to Shovelware Network whenever you go live on SWBG!" Candy squeals in exhilaration. "Nice, I'm always happy to meet new fans! Want a photo?" They promptly unplug their cellphone and stand beside me to capture a fantastic picture of us. Despite the bad weather, its simple interactions like this that brighten the mood. "Thank you so much, take your time to look around the store. If you need something, let me know Sir!" I nod amiably.

I wonder through various spots, reading nutrition facts on random food products and considering to buy Commander Crust cereal for M.N. (Middle nephew). Standing in front of the counter, my eyes catch a glimpse at a container of unattended school supplies on the ground. An idea takes shape in my head, alerting me to wake up the employee to ask a question regarding the supplies. "Hey pal, I would like to know if you have any spare paper and markers there?"

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- Pear's pov -

Relaxing on bed, I peacefully watch the latest thirty minute documentary on my laptop while the room is dim and shielded away from any source of light. The background music was soon overlapped by incoherent yelling from the window, causing me to be visibly irritated by the noise.

Getting up to pull the blinds, a curved figure is waving at me from outside of my gate. Is that the idiot again? What is he doing here? Just because he knows my address, doesn't mean he's allowed to pass by my residence! The droplets dripping down the cumulus clouds distort my perspective as DB's silhouette skates away from the scene, gushes of wind hitting him freely.

I hurry to the gate, carrying a wide umbrella to prevent myself from getting drenched. The mailbox was left slightly open for me to notice the brown envelope exposed. Taking a brief moment to unseal and unfold the letter, a vibrant orange text is written underneath.

"Dear Pear,
I understand that nobody uses letters as a form of communication in today's modern society, but this is all they provided (I left my phone) so hear me out!

I was wondering if you would like to join me for a lovely dinner this week? I'll be making arrangements immediately and notify you once I'm finished. Call me soon! ********      
– Signed, D.B."

Clutching the letter, I run back upstairs and slam the door aggressively after reading what he sent me this time. He's inviting me to a WHAT NOW?