This is a simple Golf ball x Tennis ball Battle for Dream Island romance story. This is the serious version of the story, while the person I'm collaborating with is creating a lower-quality version. This story may be basic, but feel free to add feed...
*Disclaimer: The rest of the events after last chapter are alternating the pre-split BFB timeline, so none of these events are canon(as you know, but throwing this out there)*
Tennis ball's POV:
It's been a few days since Basketball was eliminated. Although she was mean to GB and part of the reason we lost the challenge, she was nice when I talked to her. The only reason I didn't speak up about anything was because I didn't want to make anyone angry or get involved(as usual). I honestly think 8-ball should have left instead, it could have fixed the problem with our team. But alas, Basketball was the meanest one, so the viewers voted her out just as I thought they would. Me and Golf Ball are now walking around the grasslands, she's going on about her rocket's progress.
"So, I decided I should paint the rocket a semi-vibrant blue, with gray on the engines with maybe some white," Golf Ball stated. "Tennis ball?"
I had started to zone out, staring at Four and X. They had weird smiles on their faces. I should be used to them doing that by now, but no one knows much about them. They just all of a sudden appeared, and now we are all competing for this "BFDI" thing. I don't even know what a BFDI is, and for some reason, everyone's excited about it-
"TENNIS BALL!" Golf ball shouted.
"A- oh, sorry GB, I zoned out for a second there," I said awkwardly, GB still having a confused expression.
We continued walking for around 3 minutes, till we stumbled upon a red book on the ground.
"What's this?" Golf ball asked.
"I think it's a journal or something," I started as I picked up the book and started flipping through the pages.
"This doesn't seem important, just leave it there. It's probably someone else's," GB responded, then started to walk away.
I looked at the journal's inside to see if it was someone else's, and it didn't have any name on it. I put it back down where it was and caught up with GB.
Still TB's POV:
A few hours later, I walked out of GB's factory where we were and grabbed the journal. I carried it back down the stairs without GB noticing and placed it in a corner that was designated to be "my area". I found a spare pencil on the ground and got to writing in the notebook.
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What the entry says:
Dear Diary/Journal/Whatever you are,
I found this while walking around with my friend Golf ball. She told me to leave this where I found it, but I thought I should write in it since I don't have anyone else I can tell about life. I'm not sure how often I'll write in here, but expect occasional entries from me. -Tennis ball
Okay, now that that's done, I should go and check up on GB and her painting the rocket. I walk over to where she is, and she turns around.
"Tennis ball! Perfect timing! What do you think of this color?"
GB had a tired expression on her face while still keeping a bright smile, she had a bunch of blue paint all over her, and she had only painted a small amount onto the rocket.
"I think it looks good, it matches the team color," I reply.
"Okay!" she turns around and keeps painting. She has a very small paintbrush, which probably explains the small amount of paint on the rocket.
"Hey GB, do you want me to go out and try to find 2 larger paintbrushes? It might make this job easier," I questioned.
"Sure!" GB answered, then continued to paint.
I went up the stairs with a satisfied expression. I saw her struggling, the least I can do is help her with her projects. After all, that's what friends are for. When I got to the top, I started scanning the area for the paintbrushes, I was startled by a familiar figure.
"Boo!"
I turned around to see Coiny, whom I'm surprised he's here again.
"Oh, Coiny, you scared me, what's up?" I asked.
"What're you doing out here by yourself? Where's your partner?" Coiny asked back.
"Oh, she's in the factory painting a rocket, I'm out here trying to find larger brushes for us,"
"How about I help you find them? I might have an idea where some are," Coiny added.
"Okay! That would be a big help, thank you,"
Coiny and I walked chatting about random things, like our favorite numbers, people we like/dislike, and why, but we weren't really getting anywhere. Then, Coiny asked,
"Speaking of liking people, and I haven't actually asked you this personally, do you like Golf ball? I mean romantically. You don't have to tell me, but whatever you respond I'll keep a secret."
People have asked this question for years. To all of them, I've replied with "No, we're just platonic" and moved on from it. But this time, I felt like telling Coiny how I really felt about her.
"Do you really promise to keep this to yourself?" I asked.
"Pinky swear," Coiny said.
"Okay, you're right. I do like GB. I just haven't said anything because I don't want our childhood friendship to end now. Over the years, my feelings for her have gotten stronger. It's also why I support her opinions, help her with projects, and just be around her all the time. To me, she's perfect," I explained.
"Wow," Coiny began. "I didn't know you liked her that much,"
"Yeah, I've never had feelings for anyone else," I replied.
"Well, if you two do ever date, you'd be a good boyfriend," Coiny said.
"Thank you... Hey, look! There's a whole bucket of paintbrushes over there!" I pointed towards a gray bucket. When Coiny and I got to the bucket, I grabbed it and put it on my head.
"Nice talking to ya TB!" Coiny said and waved goodbye.
"See ya around!" I added, then started making my way towards Golf Ball's Factory.
When I got to the bottom stairs, GB was waiting there angrily. She must've heard me coming down the stairs because it didn't seem like she was waiting there for long.
"Where were you, it's been an HOUR since you left!" GB asked angrily.
"Oh, when I left the factory, Coiny was at the top, and he dragged me into a long conversation until we found the paintbrush bucket!"
"Fine, I'll believe your excuse, we need to keep working,"
GB and I worked on painting the rocket for around 2 hours, and the larger paintbrushes made it easier. After we both decided to be done for the night, I doodled in my new journal until I was too tired to do anything else, and I drifted off to sleep.
Author's Notes:
-a bit of a longer chapter this time
-sorry I was gone for almost a month, I wasn't sure what to do again. Giving some ideas for future chapters might help!
-And to answer a potential question, no I did not take forever because I was writing the chapter for longer, I wrote this in about 2 hours
-For another potential question, the journal entries may or may not have some significance to future chapters
-felt like making TB and Coiny interact cause why not bring Coiny back again
