Rock Mushroom laid ashore the beach's beautiful waves, asleep, despite the sun blaring in his eyes. I never liked how lazy Rocky always was. Speaking of me, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Poison Mushroom, one of Rock's few friends. People say I'm full of hatred and a boring shroom at that, but I just have common sense. That's one thing those dumbnuts don't have.
I walked up to the sleeping item on the shore, and kicked him right in the side. He huffed out an 'oof' and turned to face me, to which I smirked. "Hey sleepy head," I teased. "What the crap, dude..." He hissed back at me. I just laughed and sat next to him. "Good nap?" I asked. He nodded, and I pat grabbed his arm as he sat up, more as in a lazy attempt to help him than a friendly gesture.
Together, we watched the waves crash and listened to the blubs of fish near our feet. I was always a fan of the water. It soothed me, in a way. I've never felt fully soothed in my life. I loved the water. I especially loved being in it.
I looked over at Rocky, who was drifting to sleep once more. I didn't care. I just rubbed his back. My hand moved up, and back down, a nice, slow pace. He was the only person I could tolerate. I even liked him as a friend, unlike Propeller Mushroom or Fire Flower.
I guess I got lost in the water and rubbing Rock's back, because he had to slap me to bring me back down to Rewupop. I hissed in pain and rubbed the cheek he slapped me on. "Poison..." He started. "I asked you to stop seven times." I just blink. Fuck. I felt like an idiot.
I sat up, and stretch, my tail whipping side to side. My ears flopped up and down a few times as I yawned. I started to walk away, back to Fuzzy Plains, until I realized Rock was following me. "What do you want." I grumbled. He just shrugged, before grabbing my hand and interlocking fingers with me.
Now, this wasn't anything new or shocking to me. We always held hands. I never really minded it, and I never really thought of it as anything more than friendship until Super Mushroom pointed it out. I remember slapping him across the face for that. A good day that was.
Next to me, Rock Mushroom hummed. We loved listening the radio together, and there was one specific song we liked. Never found out the name of it, but we liked it. I just smiled at his humming. It was dumb, cute in a way. Together, we walked back to Fuzzy Plains.
"Hey Rocky..." I started. "Are you gay?" He looked at me in shock. "What makes you think that?" He asked defensively.
"You always hold my hand."
"Not in a gay way."
"Rock, I don't care if you're gay, just tell me."
Rock sighed as he finally gave in and nodded, to which I laughed. I knew it. "That's okay!" I spouted. "I don't have anything against you. But don't try making me your boyfriend!" I started to tease him, and I knew I would tease him in the nick of time. He knew that too.
So we walked and walked and walked, walked until we finally made it to Fuzzy Plains, our hands never coming apart. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I couldn't help but deny the feeling. My brain was fucking with me and I hated it. I love you, it screamed. I love you! I love you! I love you! I hate my thoughts.
I did think about what it would be like if me and Rock dated. But I was scared of rejection. Not like I did love him like that, we were just buds. Really, really, close buds at that. I was sure he liked me though. Sometimes I wonder if I should tell him I like him... and see what happens from there.
