TWO| A HFJONE AU

Buzz off

Cake pops POV:

I hate it here.

I hate them.

I hate myself.

I have no idea how long it's been since the challenge, or since "Clouds" last spoke to us.

Time feels weird here.

It could've been 5 minutes or 2 hours, I have no idea.

I hate it here.

Med.kit and Day planner have been helping Butter knifey with... the incident.

He surprisingly took it well when we told her, she was still shocked and sad, but wasn't... angry about it...

But that doesn't mean other people are.

Honeycomb takes a break in his yelling, a thing that is quite rare, before continuing on.

He's gotten no reaction from "Clouds" yet, "Clouds" hasn't even said anything since they said who's up for elimination.

I hate it here.

Stopwatch has been pacing for the past... IDK how long, his face completely blank.

I still don't know how to feel about him. He also hasn't said a word since the challenge, he just been... pacing and staring off.

I don't know if I should feel worried for him or for me.

I don't know why he feels... off, but he just does.

I don't know how long we'll be on the plane, I just want it to be short.

I don't know.

I hate it here.

I sigh, picking myself off the grass, stretching my arms, and trying to crack my back, everything's still tense from holding Stopwatch up.

Butter knifey is sitting and talking with Med. kit, who is still a bit shaky, Day planner stands over them, trying her best with taking care of the pair.

Butter knifey is talking and laughing, seemingly uncaring about the fact that his left eye is now blinded.

I envy him.

I wish I could be as uncaring as him.

Uncaring about everything that went wrong in my life.

Honeycomb's yelling breaks off.

I turn towards him, the joking comment I was about to say dies off when I see him.

He's... crying.

I look back at the group, and sigh, slowly making my way towards Honeycomb, feeling slightly guilty about wanting to jokingly jab at him.

He angrily wipes his eye, before noticing me standing over him. I cautiously pull him into a hug, half expecting him to reject the offer.

He pulls me in closer, resuming his crying.

It's been a while since I've held someone this close, been awhile since I've felt like a... like a big sister.

I want to cry myself.

"I-I w-w-want to go h-home." Honeycomb chokes out after a few moments.

"How old are you?" I whisper, looking down at him.

He pulls away enough to look at my face, his eyes red and puffy.

"Th-thirt-t-teen"

He goes back to crying, I pull him in again.