Sunshine and Moolight ☆

part 1

Fan's throat was nothing but a heavy weight in her chest, atleast, that's what it felt like for the past week; Fan was planning something big, this was a huge moment for her and Test Tube: her girlfriend, whom she had been dating for three years...

... three years.

Three years worth of hugs together, three years worth of passionate kisses, three years worth of tears cried and comfort, three years worth of fingers ran through soft hair and giggles, three years worth of sharing the same bed together and holding eachother tightly throughout slumber. Fan and Test Tube had been together for three years...

...But, Fan has decided it is time to take a different approach, she had been rehearsing something for a week, she had a script in her head ready, she had rehearsed with friends, she was rehearsing a very important question...

...and today, Fan was finally going to ask that question.

Fan woke up at 6:40 o clock in the morning, breakfast was being served soon; she had a quick soak in the bath, brushed her teeth, and got dressed, but not in her regular yellow-inanimate-insanity-shirt-red-hoodie-blue-shorts-socks-and-sandals combo, instead, Fan was dressed in a yellow summer dress with yellow trainers to match, and instead of her usual messy high short ponytail, she decided to let her hair down, her hair was a short bob wich reached down to her shoulders when down.

7 o clock at last, the bell rang for breakfast, people we're coming out of their dorms and rush down to grab what they wanted, especially if it's something like a stack a pancakes... those tend to run out fast. Everybody was sat at a long, rectangular table (exept for OJ, who was sat in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, sipping a mug of coffee, Paper who was with OJ, Test Tube who was in her lab, and Bot, Goo, and the Cherries who where playing with another outside.) Fan got to the table and poared herself a bowl of cornflakes, OJ came out from the kitchen, and started to chat with those sat on the table.

"So, Fan," OJ started a conversation, Fan's worst fear, but she had to try and suck it up, "I must say, you are dressed... quite differently to your usual attire..."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Fan said awkwardly.

"It's it, perhaps... for your little, I dunno...

...proposal. " OJ smirked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Fan's eyes widened with shock. How could OJ have known about this!? the only people he told were Bot, Knife, Paintbrush and...

"LIGHTBULB" Fan yelped, She was gobbling down a stack of pancakes, and probably was pretending not to take noticed that her name was yelled, she knew what she had done, she went and told OJ about his little plan, and for what Fan could only fear.... THE ENTIRE HOTEL!!!

"DID YOU TELL OJ ABOUT MY- MY- My.... proposal!?" Fan yelled, Lightbulb side-eyed Fan innocently, Lightbulb tried to look away, and back at Paintbrush whom she was chatting to prior to this moment, all she got was a pissed-off face from them.

"Okay..." Lightbulb sighed, "I did tell OJ." she confessed, "but ONLY OJ, right? " Fan asked.

"..."

"Lightbulb..."

"..."

"...right?"

"..."

"YOU TOLD THE ENTIRE HOTEL!? I TOLD YOU IT WAS BETWEEN ME, YOU, BOT, PAINTBRUSH, KNIFE, AND THAT WAS IT, I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYONE ELSE!!!" Fan yelled as she stood up from her chair.

"Chill-ax, my fibre friend." Lightbulb said, pointing her fork at Fan. Meanwhile, Fan's face was a fuming red. She made Paintbrush look like the calmest person in the world. "Chillax... YOU want ME to CHILLAX!? AFTER you told THE ENTIRE HOTEL ABOUT MY PROPOSAL" An "oooooooo" travelled across the room, Fan continued with her little rant, "...after you told basically everyone... hey, TELL THE GOVERNMENT WHY DON'T YOU!?"

"FAN, SHUT UP!!!" Paintbrush yelled as they slammed their fist on their table, "Some of us are TRYING to EAT, keyword: TRYING" the entire room went silent, "...s-s-s-sorry" stuttered Fan as she slid back onto her chair in embarrassment and shame, in that moment she just wanted to drown herself in her cereal.

Not so much of a good start. I guess.