The 11 Colors Collection [Discontinued]

Pinkie (Chapter 7 Book 1)

I was drawing Pink, Orange overheard, one thing escalated over another, and now they're arguing who would be cuter as girls. Of all the things, I know.

Now as punishment, I'm forced to listen to them argue. I put my sketchbook away long ago. Being forced to listen to anyone argue always kills my mood to do anything, especially draw.

I hate it.

And with how often those two fight, especially now that Orange has his voice, it feels like every other hour the two are arguing.

I hate it here.

I really do.

I don't think there's been a single day where I haven't thought about running away. I only really stay for Pink. He's the whole reason I ever joined this dumb team. And I love him and all, but is family really worth being on the bad side? Where I have to sit through fights day in, day out?

I don't think my wellbeing is worth all of this, just to be with my brother.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed Green finally sat up from his bed, tiredly glaring at the two.

"I was sleeping," He said.

Neither of them even paid attention to him, his words went straight through. He looked over at me. I shrugged back.

"Why are you two arguing now?" He wasn't hiding his annoyance.

Again, his words went straight through. At least he didn't need a direct answer to know, though. They made it pretty obvious, even to someone like Green.

Having enough, Green swung his feet over his bed and yelled over them, "You're both cute, OK? Please, go to sleep."

"But we need to know who's cuter!" Pink shouted back

"As girls," Orange quickly added. But I don't think Green heard.

He pointed at Pink. "You're cuter, but only because he's is hotter."

"Hah-! Wait, what?"

Orange suddenly went red and fell silent, embarrassed at Green's bluntness. He quickly left to his bunk.

"Buenas noches." He shoved his face into his pillow.

While it shut Orange up, Pink wasn't satisfied.

"As girls, right? Green? As girls?"

I smiled to myself. It's the small moments like these that make being here manageable.

"Does it matter?" Green mumbles.

"Yes!"

I had to tease Pink. "What? Don't like hearing the truth from the gay guy?"

"Yes! But not just that! I don't want to be the cute one! I'm a man-"

Orange suddenly threw his pillow at Pink. "Shut up already," he demands.

Great, here we go again...

Pink quickly scoops up the pillow as Orange sticks his tongue out at him. "Make me!" He holds it behind his head, ready to throw it back at Orange, but stops when another idea hits him. "This is mine now. Have fun sleeping without a pillow."

He laughs as he finally walks to his own bunk, the one above mine. Orange only rolls his eyes and lies flat. Finally, there was silence between them. I couldn't help myself from letting out a breath of relief.

However, I couldn't bring myself back to drawing. The damage has already been done for the night, and with the silence the bad thoughts only returned. I reached over and unplugged my lamp, getting ready for bed myself.