Building it up (nickloon EHEHEHEHE)

Suspicion

Paintbrush's pov:

I wake up to Fan's extremely loud alarm. Why do I never get good sleep? I groan and look at him jumping off his bed with full energy. He notices me awake.

"Did my alarm wake you up?"

"What does it look like..."

"Sorry, my bad"

He springs into the bathroom. How is he not sleepy at all? Did that noise at 5am not wake him up? Right. That laughing. If it wasn't nickel and balloon I would've burnt the place down with my bristles. Their relationship is really changing. Fan won't stop talking about it and keeps begging TT for different gadgets to find out more. If I wasn't helping them by smirking at nickel every chance I get to annoy him... well, that's not possible. Fans gonna force me to help either way. 

Fan runs out of the bathroom at full speed. He looks at me with that look in his eyes. The " I just found something out" look. 

"What did you find?" I say, not even the slightest bit interested.

"Look at nickel and balloons profile pictures"

I take out my phone and check mechat.

"So?"

"Can't you tell? They took that picture together!"

He pulls up nickels profile and matches his phone to mine, which had balloons profile on it.

"See? The backgrounds are matching perfectly! The sun, the colours of the sky, and even that bird" he says, pointing. 

"It says here it was posted as their pfp at 4:38. For nickel it was 4:39" I notice.

"I wonder why they were both awake at that time" fan wonders

"Actually, they were laughing outside together at 5 this morning, I remember cuz I shouted back at them" I say.

"Really? So much new information!" He rushes onto his bed and types vigorously on his already open laptop. I sigh tiredly at his enthusiasm and walk into the bathroom.

Nickels pov:

It's been an hour since I woke up. And I'm still laying in my bed thinking about everything that happened last night. When he was telling me how thankful he was for me giving him suitcases number. The way he held my face. And I froze. I couldn't even think. I couldn't process all of that. I shouldn't be like that. I smile as I remember when we laughed and talked outside. But then he hugged me, and I... snuggled into him. Ugh, HOW could I ACT LIKE THAT? That was the complete opposite of my personality. He obviously knows now. It honestly scares me how much I change around him. And then I asked him to carry me.

Damn. I need to apologise.

I think about how he didn't argue and I blush. He really carried me up. As I keep thinking about all this, a faint memory lights up in my head.

"Sweet dreams, cutie"

Balloons voice echos in my head. That last word was obviously my imagination. I'm 99% sure it was. But why does it feel so real?

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Hey guys

Hope you enjoyed this tiny chapter lol

It's one of those days, where you lose motivation.

But dw, I have ideas. I'll be back in no time :)

487 words ye

Have a good day/night

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