~ Revenge ~ [BFB AU/Fanfic] ~

Chapter 13: Back

It had been a couple of weeks since they recovered Bracelety. The members of Freesmart and the former members of Team Ice Cube had left the factory and went their separate ways. Pencil had found a house, each member of Freesmart getting their own room. Team Ice Cube decided to go to Gelatin's Steakhouse and help decorate and clean it up more.

Loser was also planning on leaving, as he had finished recovering, and was now walking out of Golf Ball's factory.

"Thanks, again." Loser said, stopping in front of the door and turning to the two sport balls behind him. Golf Ball only sighed, shaking her head.

"Loser, that's the third time you thanked us! We appreciate the gratitude, really we do, but you don't have to keep saying it." Golf Ball responded, glancing at Tennis Ball as he replied with a "You're welcome."

"Okay, okay, fine." He grabbed the handle and opened the door. He stepped on the grass outside and sniffed in the fresh air, smiling to himself. Sure, Golf Ball made sure her underground factory was comfortable enough for Loser to stay in for a couple weeks, but it still felt nice to touch grass once in a while. Especially since he couldn't really walk for those couple of weeks either.

He turned around again, and opened his mouth. Golf Ball responded before he could say anything.

"Loser, if you say thank you again, I'm going to kick you out of my factory and never let you back in."

The cube blinked, not knowing what to say. Saying 'okay fine' was going to be awkward, since he would be repeating himself. Nodding his head would also be weird, since it would only add on to the silence, and it wouldn't really answer anything. Walking away would just be plain rude—

Noticing how the silence would only get more awkward, Tennis Ball started speaking.

"Loser, just go. You're overthinking your response. It won't make it awkward, and it won't be rude. I'm sure there are waiting objects that would be pleased to hear that you're done recovering too."

With nothing much to do in the factory, Loser had started ranting about how much he disliked awkward silences, Golf Ball paid him no mind, as she was busy with her many projects. Tennis Ball, on the other hand, had listened. Looks like that had paid off, though.

Loser smiled at the ball.

"I'll visit when I can." The cube replied. Golf Ball cleared her throat, the other two turning their attention to her. "Please, make sure you're busy every day, then."

Tennis Ball shot her a look as Loser walked off into the distance. Golf Ball only rolled her eyes and walked back into the factory, followed by TB. The door shut as a distant cheering noise was heard from where Loser walked off to.

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Book woke up with a splitting headache. She looked at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed: 6:23 A.M. Her alarm would ring in 7 minutes. Sighing, she dragged her hand out from under the blankets, turning her alarm off for the day, as she was already awake.

She then pressed her hands to her face, trying to lessen the pounding and trying to figure out why she even had a headache in the first place. Book sat up groggily, ignored the slightly spinning room, and somehow managed to walk to the curtains to pull them open. Why she thought that was a good idea at that time? Absolutely no idea. Almost immediately, she regretted it. The sunlight blinded her for a split second, and only made the throbbing pain in her head get worse. She backed up, stumbled over to the door and opened it.

The house was silent, as Book was always the first one up in the morning. She opened the fridge, grabbing a handful of ice cubes and smacked them on her forehead. It helped a little, but the ice was also melting and going through her cover.  Ignoring the fact that the the water was being absorbed by her cover and dripping down her face at the same time, she kicked the fridge door closed lightly with her foot and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. 6:29 A.M.