Building it up (nickloon EHEHEHEHE)

Epilogue

1 MONTH LATER

Nickels pov

"C'mon pickle, you have to tell him soon enough" I say. Pickle shifts a little.

"I don't know, man. I don't think he'll return the feelings" he says, holding his other arm nervously.

"You can't be serious. Knife would literally die for you. He even said it once!" 

"That was for a video game!"

"Ok, but still. The way he looks at you is enough. The first thing he does after coming to the hotel is ask where you are!"

"Fine, i guess... may i ask, how did you and balloon get together?"

"Well... i went to a nice place and confessed to him there, you can ask soap for advice, she has some good stuff"

"Oh alright" pickle says. Just then a raspy voice calls his name.

"Hey pickle!" knife says waving, at the hotel entrance. Pickle blushes a little and waves back.

"Alright, thanks bro" he says, rushing off.

"No problem man" I say, watching them fist bump. I smile at them and walk back into the kitchen.

"Hey nicks, could you pass suitsy the flour?" balloon asks. I climb up onto the counter and move the bag towards her. We're baking cookies with baseball and suitcase, who are currently chopping a chocolate bar for chocolate chunks and making the dough. Balloon is stirring something in a pot over the stove.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Salted caramel, I was thinking of trying a new recipe. What do you think of gooey warm salted butter caramel cookies?"

"It sounds like something I'd eat only once, and then die of diabetes" I retort.

"Oh shut up" balloon says, giggling a little. Then we hear a click, while a bright light flashes in suitcases direction.

Trophy stands there, smiling. He shows the picture to suitcase and she gasps.

"The lighting is so good in that picture!" She says. I walk over to check it out.

"Whatcha got there?" I ask. 

"Oh hey man, look at how this turned out" trophy says. He shows the photo and it's a picture of suitcase kneading the dough. It looks like a professional took it, with suitcases eyes glimmering and the background blurred.

"Hey, this one looks really nice!" I compliment. 

"Send that to me" suitcase says, running back to the dough.

"I'm saving this in my photo journal" he says, clicking a small green button on the side.

"I'm glad you found something useful to do with your camera" I say, proud of him.

"Yeah, photography is like my therapy, whenever I'm feeling down, I take this bad boy out" he says, patting his chrome black camera.

"And that journal keeps all of the hotels memories" he continues. Suitcases picture goes off the screen and a picture of cheesy appears.

"Hey... what's that?" I ask, smirking a little. He looks confused but then he looks at his camera and his eyes widen. He quickly swipes left, blushing. Except another picture of cheesy appears. And another, and another. At this point he is vigorously swiping his finger on the camera until a photo of salt and pepper posing shows up. He sighs of relief, but that's short lived as he realises I'm still there. I raise my eyebrows.