The Silence That Spoke a Thousand Words

Little Farms and Big Feelings

No cuz Bomb would definitely love Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley and Minecraft

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Another year of spring is in bloom. OJ sits under the same tree he met Bomb at years ago. They've just graduated high school and a lot has changed over the years. OJ has grown lot, Bomb used to be taller than him, now OJ was at least 2 inches taller. Bomb had gotten more confident over the years and started to talk without worrying about the bullies. Even if there was anyone who bothered him, he would be able to defend himself easily since he has been going to the gym recently.

"I-I-If I can't b-be taller, m-m-might as w-well be st-st-stronger!" He would always smile brightly.

Speaking of Bomb, OJ was waiting for him so they can hangout at his house for a change. OJ was able to please his parents enough to have them agree to having a break day and invite Bomb over to the house. They agreed to meet up before hand and walk to his house together. Bomb and OJ were still as close as ever, but OJ felt himself, feeling things differently with Bomb. Not in a bad way, but it was still strange. OJ always felt comfortable with Bomb and his other friends but, the way he felt towards Bomb, felt a tad bit different. Actually, not a tad bit, a huge bit. He never felt so, himself, with Bomb. It wasn't like any other feeling he ever felt before and it was so confusing. He just, naturally gravitated towards Bomb, more than anyone else. It just felt right. It always let OJ confused though, wanting to pin point what this feeling is. He wondered if Bomb felt the same way... Probably not though. Deep in thought, OJ didn't notice Bomb standing right in front of him before he bopped him on the head.

"H-H-Hey! E-Earth to O-O-OJ?"

"Huh?! Oh! Hey Bomb! Sorry, I was just," OJ hesitated, blushing slightly. "thinking about something."

A-Always deep i-i-in thought like u-u-usual!" Bomb chuckled lightly, nudging OJ playfully. OJ smiled tenderly at him.There was the feeling again, that weird, but delightful feeling. Maybe he was going crazy a bit. Who knows?

They both start heading towards OJ's house as they talked about what they should do. OJ mentioned a new game he had gotten from Steam, a farming game that he believes that Bomb will enjoy. Bomb seemed really excited, he always loved playing games with OJ. He enjoyed every moment with OJ frankly, he just reallllllly likes hanging out with OJ. Everytime OJ talks to him, looks at him, smiles at him, he feels like he's fluttering a bit. But that's normal friend stuff. Surely. They both felt the strange feeling in both of thier guts as they reached OJ's house.

"Here, come inside and we can-"

"OJ."

Bomb and OJ stopped at the door. OJ's mother was standing in front of the door. She seemed to glare at OJ, but slightly soften her gaze when her eyes rested on Bomb. Bomb has seen OJ' mother a couple times before, but she was a bit intimidating up close, especially when she's giving an icy glare to every person who walks in. Bomb gulped a bit and tried to make small talk.

"H-H-H-Hello..." Bombs stutters always gets worse whenever he's nervous. OJ's mother gives Bomb a certain look Bomb was way too familiar with. Disdain and annoyance the moment he spoke. Normally he would say something back but this was OJ's mother so, he sucked it up. She tuned her attention towards OJ however.

"OJ. I'm expecting that you still work on your piano lessons and not fool around too much."

She then stalked off into the living room. Bomb knew OJ's parents were intimidating but jeez they were on another level of intense in person. Bomb glanced over at OJ to read his expression. It was blank but he knew that OJ was trying to stop any sort of emotion from forming on his face. Bomb has seen any of OJ's breakdowns from the pressure from his parents and the multiple nosebleeds from working so hard. Today though is different. Today is OJ's day to be relaxed for once and just, hangout, like a normal kid. Bomb gave OJ a comforting pat on the back and OJ smiled at him softly.