I love you, I love you, not.

This Is All New To Me, And I Hate It.

Prune Juice Cookie shut himself in his room, to make, you guessed it, potions, he found great comfort in the art, he found that they helped him when nothing else could. he didn't see much of a need to go out and celebrate as the others had, if anything he did this often, socialising drained him and after the events of the 3rd trial, all the cheering, yelling and noise.. Hell even attempt to get though to Capsaicin, it was all so draining, it was for the best for him to be by himself as of now.

But... This time he couldn't get into what he was doing, he was so unfocused, usually he would be lost in his own little world within a few moments.. but there was, something, a feeling he couldn't quite understand, it was so new, it wasn't a bad feeling but it's not one he was fond of, no.. He couldn't be..

Was.. He falling for the other two champions? No. No of course not, there was no way, he swore it to himself long ago, he had no desires of any kind of... Love? Was this love.. No, Especially not with those two, no, they're suppose to hate, or at the very least, resent each other, correct, they were emotional, strong.. Beautiful, no. They're idiots, they rely on strength too much, he was better than this, he's suppose to be better than this.

Why was he feeling this now of all times, these thoughts rushed though his head, it was almost like poison to him, he wanted these thoughts gone, these feelings to pass, but at the same time he had this overwhelming temptation to give in to them, to embrace their affection. But that doubt always plauged his mind, what would people see him as if it was known he'd fallen head over heels for his two rivals? How would they see him? He held his head in his hands, not even the comfort of his potions could give him peace of mind.

"Can you believe it? A 3 way tie?"

"yea.. I know, but I know Prune Juice Cookie will win.."

"yea! The other two stand no chance."

Those words felt like little thorns stabbing into his legs, he didn't even know if he could stomach showing up but he didn't dare let them all down, not again. he wasn't thinking straight, there was no way he could admit to such silly desires with such an expectation too live to, imagine walking out holding the hands of the people you're suppose to be competing against, that would be embarrassing, horribly embarrassing. He never liked the idea of falling in love, not that the idea of love put him in any distress but more so, the fear of being rejected.

he had been rejected at many points in his life but no matter how many times it happened it haunted him all the same, he never attempting love, he never wanted to be rejected, but he's never felt, this way, not this genuine strong desire to be with them, to be held by them, no, no enough of that, stop it.

He snapped himself out of this spiral, realising he had completed nothing, absolutely nothing. great, that's just great, well, tomorrow was the final, he couldn't be caught unprepared now could he? Fine, he could get this done then get some sleep, or no sleep if it came to it...What if he had to save one of those idiots lives, who knows.

He surely didn't.

Authors note:

WHAT THE FUCK!!! hi! So this may be slightly out of character but who cares lmao, live laugh in denial prune juice
He's also autistic imo