[I cant stop listening to the "Be More Chill" soundtrack. I listen to it when writing---ITS SO GOOD]
(Nobodies Pov:)
At this point, Paper was confident about the fact that OJ might return his feelings. I mean, OJ hasnt been mad at him, They heald hands, and...Maybe, Maybe He could! He needs to say it. He cant just bottle these emotions up forever. He has to say SOMETHING to OJ. Something. Anything. Well, not anything. But the truth. Tell him the truth.
OJ, on the otherhand. Had NO idea what to do anymore. His feelings were.....confusing now. He couldnt really explain it but it was confusing on what Exactly he was feeling. Yes, Love for Paper but somethings....Off about it. He wasnt exaclty sure. But OJ decided to shrug it off. Assuming it isnt anything serious. He continued to work, doing the dishes, putting things away, Paying bills, filling Papers. Hotel Manager stuff! And, It was his use. Nothing really bad but definently not easy.
Paper decided that the best time to confess was sometime where they were alone. He wouldnt just do this randomally like "Oh, Hey oj! I love you gotta go bye!" Like, No. It has to be some, quiet, Alone, place. Maybe after lights-out time. Yeah, That would probably be the best time. Paper, should go ask him. Paper went up to his "Friend" OJ, who was just checking the mail. He mumbled some things to himself, mostly on what the mail was. He didnt notice Paper approaching him, But Paper did so with a smile.
Paper: "Hey...! OJ!!"
Paper said, waving. OJ flinched then noticed Paper. How did he not notice him before? Whatever. Anyways, he smiled.
OJ: "Paper!! Hi! You doin ok?"
Paper: "Yeah! Im fine. I was just wondering...Um, Wanna hang out after lights-out??"
OJ's face reddened. They would be alone. Maybe that would be good time to, Confess to him! Yeah! How could he decline this?
OJ: "Oh, Sure! Of course Paper!! Yeah, Let do that- Uh-. Yeah!"
OJ said happily, yet akwardly. For some reason...Ugh, What was HAPPENING with him!? OJ nodded with a sweet smile.
Paper: "Oh, Great! A-Alright, I'll see you there!"
OJ: "Cya! But, Can you give this mail to....Pickle?? I think Tacos writing to him again. I dont know."
Paper: "Hm...Alright!"
Paper said, taking the letter. He looked at the letter. He realized, This letter wasnt for Pickle. It was for Mic. Hm, He might as well give it to Microphone instead. Just to not hurt Pickle.
Paper entered the hotel and dropped the letter where Mic was sitting. It dropped into her lap and Paper didnt pay attention to her to see her reaction. He really did not care that much about it...It was their issue. Not his.
Tonight, he would confess to OJ.
[YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. I JUST LITTERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE FOR THIS CHAPTER. I PROMISE that the next chapters will be WAY better!!!♡]
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RomanceOJ and Paper have loved eachother for awhile now. Known it from the Start. But now, They are both trying the hardest to tell how they really feel but theres that constant fear that one is mad at the other. Omg, Will one EVER confess?? (COVER ART BY...
