The Silence That Spoke a Thousand Words

Conflicting Feelings and Heartache

CW: Smoking

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A trip around the world was the "amazing prize" Bomb and Bow got for the desert challenge. Oh how amazing it was! A free trip! around the globe! That's probably more than a $1,000,000 with eh cost of plane ticket, hotels and tourist spots. And not only that, Bomb and Bow had invited everyone to the trip! (Except for Balloon) Everyone was excited and chattering the whole time on the plane. Paintbrush was excitedly talking to Lightbulb about visiting the Leaning Tower of Piza while she was munching on a whole baguette, Salt and Pepper were begging Baseball to take a picture of them when they reach the Niagra Falls, Pickle wass showing Taco tourists spots at New York, and Nickel was calling his cousin Coiny about meeting up at Washington to catch up. Everyone was buzzing, everyone except Bomb, who barely uttered a single word as they reached thier next destination.

Of course it was exciting to go travel around the world with your best buds but Bomb was not in a vacation mood. And the fact that they're visiting the pyramids of Giza did little to help Bomb forget about the last challenge. His and OJ's friendship of over 10 years, was completely shattered because of that stupid challenge. It was so hard for him to even be there the entire trip. Bomb didn't speak to OJ because he had no clue what to even say to him. And OJ refused to even look at him the whole trip, sticking around with Paper. It made him feel sick. Normally it would of been him laughing with OJ, seeing popular spots together, sharing snacks together, having fun. But now, its radio silence between them. Bomb was used to being alone and silent when he was younger but now, it was unbearably uncomfortable and nauseating and it was all because of OJ.

Bomb didn't even know how to feel about OJ as of late. He was angry, he misses him, and upset. Sometimes he felt like he should apologize to OJ for the hurtful things he said. But other times he felt justified of his anger after OJ mocking his intelligence. The concoction of negative emotions swirling around Bomb's stomach rapidly was making his head spin. If only the sand below him could swallow him whole. That would be so much better than being stuck with these conflicting emotions. He felt sick and nauseated. If only he could stop feeling so overwhelmed, actually, how did Bomb keep himself from being sick and confused. If only Bomb had him there... Then Bomb felt a small gentle tap on his shoulder. Bomb turned around excitedly, a bit of hope rising into his chest as he spoke.

"OJ?"

There stood Knife, sliver hair glistening in the sunlight, face heavily scarred, and with a slight frown.

"Do I look like a ginger to you?"

Oh. It's just Knife. The excitement quickly faded into obscurity. Of course it's Knife. OJ wouldn't want to talk to Bomb at all. Knife obviously noticed the visible deflated look in Bomb and spoke gruffy.

"Something  happened?"

Bomb felt blood rush to his face and he quickly looked down. Suddenly the sand was very interesting to look at. Bomb heard Knife sigh and rummage through something in his pocket.

"Look, let's talk under the tour bus. There's a bit of shade there and it's f*cking hot out here."

"W-W-Well maybe wearing a-a-all black in the desert i-i-isn't a good idea."

Knife rolled his eyes and beckoned Bomb over. Bomb trailed after the sliver haired man, with a quick glance, Bomb noticed the cigarette in between Knife's fingers. As they reached the shade, they both leaned on the bus wall. An awkward silence ensued as Bomb kinda spaced out while Knife lit the cigarette and took in a breath of smoke. He let out a long exhale as Bomb's nose scrunched up a bit with the smell. After a brief silence, Knife finally spoke.

"So, you and OJ broke up or something?"

Bomb turned bright red again in stock as he sputtered, "W-W-What?!"