Best Friends? (NICKLOON)

Chapter 4 - Close call PT 2

BALLOON'S POV:

"what'd you say??..." He mumbles.

holy. shit. i did NOT just say that.

"Uh-... Hah, it was nothing! sorry! talking to myself..."
"hrm... if you say so..."

I internally sigh, my face burning up. I put my head on Nickel's. That was a VERY close call.
Nickel is asleep. Figures... he looked so cute.. let's just hope he's entirely asleep...
I feel myself getting tired... my face was still red, I could feel it...

...

THE NEXT DAY...

Oh... I must have fallen asleep...
"hey... so ermm.. I can't exactly move..."

whoops. my arms were wrapped around Nickel... VERY tightly....

"Whoops.... sorry, nickel..."
I let go of him... reluctantly....

He gets up, walking to the bathroom.
I sigh.
I'm going to have to confess... soon. probably..

NICKEL'S POV:

Oh my god.
I walk into the bathroom, my face red.
What just happened....

"...Oh my god..." I repeat.
"He's making me go soft.... ugh..."

...but yet, why did that feel so right?
Shut up. You're disgusting.

I walk out of the bathroom, greeted to a very happy balloon.

"NICKEL!... Are you feeling better?..."
"Uh-... y-yeah..."
Fuck. Why did I stutter?...
"That's good!!" He smiles.
"Yeahhh.."

...awkward staring silence.

"SO IM GOING TO LIKE... GO.. DOWNSTAIRS."
"Nickel- wait-"

I run down the stairs, not tripping this time.
How to I talk to him without completely melting? This is impossible... I don't know why or how, but I think i'm catching feelings...

...

I'm going to sleep it off.

BALLOON'S POV:

That was weird... Nickel usually doesn't run away from me... it's usually the opposite.

...

He looked a little red.. I wonder if he's okay. Maybe he just needs a little break?

sigh.

There's nothing to do here without Nickel. I guess I could play video games with Pickel? Hang out with Suitcase? No... They have better things to do than talk to me. I could journal? But I don't feel like it. Draw? No... ugh, this is pointless...

I sit down on my bed, grabbing my phone and clicking on my Spotify playlist.

Maybe I could hang out with Nickel later? Well, once he's less... fidgety.

A rush of nostalgia and longing washes over me.

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