"Smg3...can i still catch up to you?"

A simple surprise🤍🖤

I'm changing this story to both of their pov's instead of 3rd person, sorry :( it's just how i like to write :333

ON WITH THE STORY!

I felt terrible. He deserved better than to be lied to, but i can't help it. I slipped off the counter and walked up to the bed, slipping under the covers and brushing a hair out of his face. 

"Smg3... i can tell by that look on your face something is up, what's on your mind?"

i asked, i couldn't help the fact i felt something off. I didn't know what it was, i didn't know it if was the fact he could tell i just lied to his face, or what? Whatever it was, i had to know. I'm not gonna let him bottle his emotions.

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I grin at the sight of 4 getting closer to the bed then entering, i felt safe in bed with him, i was always cold and his body was always warm. Not like i like him or anything.

"Worried about you..."

i whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. I saw the way 4's face fell at my words, i saw the defeat. "3. Don't worry about me! If i had problems—

"I promise i would tell you."

I always believed promises, ive never broken one. My smile regained, nodding as my eyelids got heavy. 

"Promised... goodnight..."

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The morning light shines dimly through the slight crack of the curtains, i should've shut them before i layer my head on that pillow, but smg4's bed is so fucking comfortable, it's not even funny. My bed isn't-... wasn't, comfortable. I never understood why Smg4 got everything better. He always was optimistic, and always had cleaner and less wrinkly clothes than me, and his pet behaved better than mine, and his hair ruffled in the perfect ways, but my mullet stayed flat unless styled properly. I hate him. I hate how perfect he is. Sometimes my mind snaps back to that moment that he looked at me in the eye, my grip sweating and slipping from his, the USB on his foot that slightly started tipping towards the root of his shoe, yet he tightened his grip. His sapphire eyes shone into my dim, ugly, almost dried blood looking maroon eyes. Why does he always get it better.

Why is he better than me. 

But the USB fell, and he didn't flinch, pulling me swiftly up and we escaped out of the hellhole; litteraly. I thanked him enough with my kind gestures, but i still hate him with my guts. I hate his... his... okay, i hate how perfect he is. The smug grin he has all the time just feels like he's rubbing it in, and i feel the rubbing like a burn to my—

"SMG3!! FOR THE LAST TIME, BREAKFAST IN READY, GODDAMN SLEEPYHEAD!"

The noise screeched my ears awake, then flickering my eyes half liddedly open. I got more than 6 hours of sleep, but i still felt like i just layed my head against that soft, silky pillowcase.

It was uncomfortable enough hearing the others dig in and chaos unfold because mario still doesn't have spaghetti, but that's not my fault. He's so stupid.

But what made me feel worse was the fact i hated smg4. I hate the stupid idiot, and here he is making breakfast for us. Why do i hate someone so un-hateable!?

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(meggy pov- 🧡)

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I groan. 

"Is it ready yettt?"

Smg4 eyed me with a look that said 'Shut up or i will make you, no hesitation."

So i did, And then he called out to smg3. I had a feeling between those two, they were more than just two meme makers who are frenemies. Something deep between them, that neither knew about eachother.

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I lift the top of the waffle maker, looking at the perfectly browned waffle with a grin that said 'i'm way too proud of myself, so i'm gonna hide it with this extra proud smirk.'

I knew smg3 hated when i smirked like that, which is why i liked doing it. That's not the only reason, of course. I do it because i'm too lazy to explain why i'm proud of the little things, but i've come to terms with the fact i'm not gonna be here forever, so i wanna make every little thing worth it.

But things haven't changed as much as they say they have. I still pressure myself to be perfect. But i've been trying to sleep it off, and i end up sleeping for the whole day. Smg3 was too busy at his shop to wake me, and meggy and boopkins and bob always went on adventures together, tari wasn't seen as much anymore, i really wanna help the girl. I miss seeing her proud smile, but every since the whole 'mr puzzles thing', she seems a little cracked from it, it definitely scarred her

It scarred her more than i knew. 

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"Excuse me!" mario said, making my eyes roll.

These waffles were perfectly browned, damn it. Another perfect thing smg4 did, it just makes me feel something i wouldn't ever admit... Jealousy.

I'm unsure if it's actually that though, i'm more disappointed in myself then jealous of the fact i can't be as perfect as him. Why am i so misunderstood, even by myself. I just wanna understand.

After breakfast i stand, stretchy widely with a yawn. 

"Agh... good brecky, smg4."

Smg4's proud smirkturned into a meaningful one, clearly taking my words to heart. 

"Of course, i felt generous today." he said, that evil smirk coming back at that last part.

What is he? He's nothing. Yet so much at the same time.

But i don't like it.