Where Did All The Time Go? //Glittergolf/Montydrop Fanfiction\\

❤️‍🔥❤️💚💙-Chapter 16: Crush-💙💚❤️❤️‍🔥

Sun POV
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It was now morning time. Luckily today was Saturday, which means I had today and tomorrow off work. I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, sitting up. I noticed that Chica wasn't in bed anymore.

Did Chica leave...? Well no shit Sherlock. Is she there? Do you see her? Moon...I was being serious... and so was I.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring Moon. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking to the bedroom door and opening it. I closed it behind me and begun to walk down the stairs, only to hear laughing.

We've got company... Are the wraps on? No bleeding through?

I looked to my arm. The wraps were nice a tight with a little pink tint caused by the blood. It seemed like the alcohol Chica used was able to clot up the blood a bit.

They seem fine...a little pinkish, but it's not noticeable. Okay...be careful... how do you think Roxanne would react to knowing our secret? I'm not sure...why? Well, her and Freddy are going to find out one day...I'm just trying to prepare for when they do... for all we know, Monty told her. True...I'll be careful...don't worry about me. I'm always gonna worry about you. The same way you worry about me. Just...don't stress yourself out... I'll try not to...

I walked downstairs fully, seeing Chica cooking and Monty and Roxy on the couch. Roxanne twitched her ears a bit, looking back at me. I guess she heard my footsteps.

Gosh it would be so stressful living in a house with her- yeahhhh...can't even get water in the middle of the night without her crawling down the stairs. Don't freak me out! Heheh

I huffed when Moon laughed, annoyed. "Hey! What's he still doing here? And don't you tell me no bullshit of him being afraid to be alone. Why the hell does he have a house then?" Roxanne asked Chica, seeming irritated.

Why does it bother her so much? It's not like we want to be here... Yeah...but she doesn't know that, Moony...! Though I'm pretty sure we will have to tell her soon... I'm aware...

I sighed. Chica looked to Roxanne from the kitchen. "First off. Sunny and Moony are not a "He/him" they are non-gendered. They/them." She said. I smiled, happy that she remembered and corrected her. "Oh- right- apologies." Roxy said, looking to me. "It's fine...we are used to it with the kids."

"OH YEAH! Speaking of kids! I heard what Moon did yesterday." Roxanne said, staring at me. I smiled nervously. "O-oh? How come?" I asked. She smiled. "Monty here told me. Don't worry, I'm not upset. I've had incidents like that at, Roxy Raceway. Maybe not identical, but pretty close." She explained. I sighed, relieved. "Anyways...back to the question..."

"Right! They Uhm-" Chica seemed at a loss for words. I sighed, thinking I had to tell her, and I was about to, when suddenly. "They have been having anxiety from the incident snd such. Leave them be." Monty spoke, playing on his phone. Roxanne sighed. "Fine..." She mumbled, turning back around and facing forward, crossing her arms as she sat on the couch. Chica snickered. "Anyways...you hungry, Sunny?" Chica asked. I raised a brow, walking to the kitchen. "Sure, whatcha making?" I asked. She smiled. "Pancakes!" She said. I smiled, nodding. "And...you can decorate them with sprinkles and all that since I know you like doing that." Chica said. My eyes lit up. "Wow really- I mean- thank you-" I said, blushing in embarrassment as I fiddled with my fingers. I heard Moon make a snorting noise as if they were about to start laughing. I growled under my breath. "No need to be embarrassed about it! Psst, wanna hear a secret?" She asked/whispered. I nodded. She then leaned close to my ear. "Monty also likes to decorate his food all pretty. I swore not to tell anyone, but you seem worthy of knowing." She whispered into my ear. Moon started full on laughing.

OH GOD! MONTY?! MAKING HIS FOOD PRETTY?! HAHAHAHA! THAT'S THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD! I AM NEVER LETTING HIM LIVE THAT DOWN- MOON! Don't make fun of him like that. You know we both like to do the same thing. Well...by both you mean you. Don't act dumb. I've seen you do it as well. S-Shut up!

I snickered a little. "That's cool!" I said, smiling. She nodded, smiling back. "Anyways...here! I'll make you a plate." She said, grabbing a plate and putting some pancakes on it, handing it to me. I happily took it, thanking her and heading to decorate them like some silly child.

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After Breakfast
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We are getting better at eating in front of people! Dude. Do you know how I much I was dying in here? YOU are getting better. I'm not. Right...sorry... whatever...it's fine...

I sighed, still sitting at the table. Monty and Roxy were still sitting there too. Monty looked to me, not saying anything, just staring. I looked up a little, making eye contact with him, instantly feeling myself get heated in the face. I'm guessing he noticed it a little, because he chuckled a little. "You good?" He asked. Roxanne looked at Monty, concerned. "Did you just laugh-? In a friendly way?" She asked. Monty raised a brow. "Uh...yes...? Why?"

"You haven't done that since...never mind...I don't wanna trigger anything..." She mumbled. I raised a brow, confused. Monty sighed, looking down, seeming a bit sad. "I did anyways, didn't I?" Roxy asked. Monty shrugged. "Meh...I need to get over it..." He said, looking back to me. Roxy looked at the both of us, switching her head back and forth between the two of us. "OOOOOOO-"

"Shut. Up." Monty said, covering her mouth. Roxanne coughed and pushed his hand away. "Relax! I won't tell. BUT- you are telling me when we get home~" She said mischievously. Monty glared at her. I tilted my head a little, still very confused. Monty sighed again, looking back to me. We made eye contact again, my body heating up again.

Yeah...you definitely have a crush on him. YOU DO TOO! NO- YES! YOU LITERALLY ADMITTED TO IT YESTERDAY! I WASN'T IN THE RIGHT STATE OF MIND- BULLSHIT! *GASP* SUNNY! THAT'S A BAD WORD! ADMIT YOU LIKE HIM! FINE. I DO. Good. What do you mean "good"? I mean good. Now I'm not the only one who likes him. We literally settled this yesterday- SHHHH I know! But we didn't call it a crush...that word feels so much more fitting... you're a simp. SAYS THE ONE WHO WENT TO THE BATHROOM FOR 5-10 MINUTES STARING IN THE MIRROR AND SIMPING OVER HIM! SHUT UP!