Need a hug? (Hatefulhugs fanfic)

18: Handprints

Poppy's POV:

"Come on, Scraps, you've GOTTA seee~..." I try to convince her. 

"You're saying nonsense right now. Just help me fix the closet..." Scraps sighed. I groaned in protest.

"But it's truueeee~..."

"If you don't shut your mouth this instant I will not hesitate to kick you out of my room." She snapped at me.

"First, it's technically not your room, second, if you kick me out of the room then no more work for me!" I come up with a clever comeback. Scraps sighed again and sat down.

"I just don't wanna have rumors being spread about Goob... and Shrimpo, I guess. Especially them together. You know how he is, wanting to be friends with everyone and all that, but the part about Shrimpo having a crush on him is a bit surreal." She looked at me in the eyes. "Is it real?"

"Well, I- uhm..." I stammer to come up with a result, and Scraps raises one eyebrow. "Truth is that I uh..."

"I'm just hoping that's a no?" Scraps pleads.

"It's a yes?" I squeak out. Scraps sighs for the last time and looks to the ground. 

"Oh, my gosh. Poppy, just don't tell ANYONE-"

"I've already told Boxten, Cosmo, and Sprout." I interrupt. I look at her cold glare and raise my hands in innocence. "Alright, go on."

"...As I was saying, don't tell anyone ELSE, and certainly not Goob." I look at the floor. "Poppy."

"Whaat?" I try to hide a smirk on my face. "I just might've given a hint to him-"

"POPPY." Scraps sternly glares at me. "I don't know what fantasies or real life events you're sharing with me, but I am not gonna be part of this." 

"E-even when it's your own brother?" I ask quietly. Scraps goes quiet for a long time.

"... I-I don't know..." She speaks softly. 

"Sorry." I blurt out. Gosh, awkward silence is so weird. She shakes her head and gives me a wry smile.

"Nah, it's okay. Let them figure it out by themselves, alright?" 

"Well, I might've given a push-"

"POPPY!!" She laughs and nudges me in the ribs. "Okay, okay, let's get back to work."

Shrimpo's POV:

Please tell me that was a dream. Please tell me that was a dream. I wake up, the motto of my day still repeating in my head. I felt something- soft? GOOB??? I shift to my right side and see him snuggled up beside me. OH MY WORD THAT WAS NOT A DREAM. Please tell me this is a dream. I try to get out, but I realize Goob's arms are wrapped tightly around me. GOOB GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME. While I was panicking, Goob must've woke up. 

"Heya! Have a nice sleep?" Goob chirped beside me.

"Uh...yeah..." I try to act nonchalant, but it's clearly backfiring due to me panicking, blushing, and the fact that Goob slept in my bed, WITH me. Goob giggled. An awkward silence passed between us before Goob finally spoke up again.

"So...about last night..." I swallowed what I was about to say. Why bring this up at SEVEN IN THE MORNING GOOB. "I've finally made a decision." 

"R-really?" I stutter. Please be something good. 

"I love you too!" Goob announced. I feel my whole body relax, but I stiffen up again. GOOB LOVES ME??? WHERE DID THIS ALL HAPPEN???

"Oh." I reply, but realize it didn't sound cheerful enough. "T-thanks?" Goob laughs and hugs me again. I snuggle in it. Great, so are we... like... a thing now? Dating? I push those questions away and just live in the moment. After a few minutes pass, I give Goob a peck on the lips and get out of bed. 

"Do we have to get out of bed this soon?" He whines as he gets up after me. 

"Yeah, I mean, wouldn't Scraps be worried?" He thinks for a moment and returns to smiling. 

"Good point." I begin to open my closet when I stop.

"Wait... you didn't bring any spare clothes, did you?" I ask. He shakes his head. 

"Sorry." 

"Uh...I guess you can wear my clothes..." I blush at the thought. Gosh, being "in love" with someone is harder than I thought. I see Goob blushing too, and I take the only acceptable clothing that he can wear onto the bed. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah!" He smiles, and gives me a kiss on the lips in return. "Thanks!" I blush when he kisses me back. I'm still not used to this whole love thing yet. We both change and get out of my room. "Let's go check out what Scraps is doing?" He suggests. I nod. Goob knocks on the door 3 times before Scraps answers.

"Yeah- Oh hi Goob! You too, Shrimpo!" She greets both of us. Scraps looks at Goob's clothes questionably, but then gestures for us to come in. Poppy waves at us inside, still fixing Goob and Scraps' closets.

"Hey guys!" Her eyes glance at Scraps for a moment, who's raising an eyebrow. "Uh, wanna help?"

"Sure!" Goob chirps. "Here, Shrimpo and I can fix my closet!" Goob gestures to his closet, and we begin fixing it. First, I remove the old hinges for new ones. Then I replace the doors. After a while of fixing the closet, it finally looks complete- almost. That's when I have an idea.

"What about decorations?" I ask Goob. Goob brightens up with the idea. 

"Ooh good idea!! Hmm... is there any paint here?" He asks his sister. Scraps nods over to her bed. 

"I've left some paint over there, don't use too much!" She tells us. Goob grabs some colors as he walks over to his closet. He picks out blue and begins hand painting.

"You can help too!" He grabs the other colors and moves them between us. I try to paint, but it's not very good when I have to do it with my hands. The green field I'm making isn't looking so well. But when I look over at Goob's... well... I'm pretty sure he tried to do a rainbow of some sort, but the colors all mushed together, and the colors are kind of scattered around. No offense Goob. Goob looks over at me. "I got an idea!"

"What is it?" I ask. 

"We all can put our handprints onto my closet!! Here, I'll go first." He sticks his hand completely into the blue paint, then immediately sticks his hand into red paint.

"...Oh!" I grit my teeth. Normally I'd say something like "Have you never been taught the basics of art?? Red and blue is purple, for gosh's sake.", but this is Goob, so I'll have to go a little gentler. "Goob, you do know that red and blue make purple, right?"

"Yeah, I just thought that this was acryllic paint, so it wouldn't mix." He sighed. I look at his handprint, overall purple, but hints of red and blue there. "Okay, your turn!" I dip my hand in the black and put my handprint next to his. Next to me, Scraps' smile twitches a little. Scraps puts her hand in the yellow, and Poppy's in pink. We all look at his closet. Me and Goob's little doodles, and our handprints, right where everyone can see them. Pretty, when they all get combined together.