Kidnapped By Stampy

The series of Breakdowns

Sqaishey's POV
I wake up and I don't know where I am. I am confused, because this isn't my apartment, and it isn't Jacob's guest room. Suddenly, the memories of the last couple of weeks comes flooding back, again. I start to cry, silently, but I am shaking a lot. I look over, realizing I was in Stampy's room, but he wasn't there. The door to the connected bathroom is closed, and I hear a light singing coming from inside. I try to dry my tears, and calm myself down, but I can't. I stay under the covers, shivering and choking on my tears, alone, until the door opens, letting out a bunch of steam from the shower. Stampy walks backwards out of the room, holding his clothes, and wearing a light blue towel.
He turns around to see me crying on the bed, gripping the edge of the blanket, and his smile from his karaoke in the shower fades into a frown. He drops his clothes on his dresser and walks over to me. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls me into a hug. He is warm and wet from his shower, but I stay in the hug for as long as possible, because it is comforting.
"Sqaishey? Why are you crying?" He looks almost offended, like it was him making me upset. "Yesterday, you were so cheerful and you enjoyed hanging out with my friends, right?" I smile at the thought, especially truth or dare, when Stampy and I kissed. I also remember going into the kitchen, and finding out my crush, my captor, loves me as much as I love him.
"I thought I was at my house. I forgot about you and the MAC, and I . . . I just fell apart. I'm sorry Kitty Cake." I started to sob again, this time not trying to be quite.
A few seconds later, Squid came in with 3 cups of tea. He gave one to me and Stampy before giggling.
"Stamps, you might want to put on some clothes before you come downstairs for beach day." Squid said turning away to leave the room. Stampy looked down at his lap, and realized he was still in just a towel. He shrugged and took a sip of his tea. He pulled me into a side hug, and got up to get ready. While he was getting clothes out for the day, it was my turn to use the restroom. I hopped into the shower, and cleaned myself up. Then I realized something important.
"Umm. . . Stamps?" I called out. He responded with a quiet grunt from outside the bathroom door. "What should I do for a towel?" I said peaking my head out from the shower curtain. I still had soap in my hair, but I had realized halfway through rinsing it out that I had a problem. I heard his unique laugh from his room, as he shuffled around.
"Is it clear to come in?" He asked still giggling. I told him it was and he opened the door and walked in with his hand covering his eyes. He looked so cute and funny. I saw him, because while he was getting a towel, I finished rinsing my hair, and then poked my head back out. He handed me the towel and I took it in the shower with the curtain closed (the water was off). I put the towel around me and threw open the curtain. Stampy was still there, but he was attempting to comb his mob of hair. He looked back at me, and blushed. He threw open the door and ran into his room.

TIME SKIP

Stampy's POV
I remembered what Squid had said when he came in. It was beach day. Sqaishey and I went downstairs a while ago, and had almost finished a movie when Squid came in with a backpack in hand, and board shorts on. I looked over to Sqaishey, who had her head resting in my lap, and smiled. She looked around with worry.
"What's wrong Ducky?" I said sitting her up.
"I don't have a swimming costume. And I don't have enough money to buy one." She said almost on the verge of tears, again. Suddenly I remembered the reason Amy took her shopping a while ago. She needed some clothes to wear when she saw her parents, but Amy got her a lot of stuff. The only thing Amy didn't seem to get her was a swimming costume. I guess she didn't figure that Sqaishey would need one. We really should go back to her apartment to get all her things. Besides, she is still paying rent for it, even though she lives here.
"Let's go to your apartment. There are several things we need to sort out there, like getting your stuff moved into here, and selling the place." I said, planning to make her feel better, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. She started bawling, and I couldn't get her to stop.
Finally she calmed down, when Amy came downstairs and hugged her. I guess it had something to do with them both being women or something odd like that. It seems weird that they are friends, considering that Amy is nine years older than Sqaishey.
But I guess I can't complain, seeing as I'm almost six years older than her, and we are a couple. Wait, are we technically a couple? I realized that we never have gone on a date, and just because we both said we like each other, that doesn't make her my girlfriend.

HEY GUYS! SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED MUCH LATELY, I HAVE BEEN FOCUSING ON SCHOOL. IN FACT I HAVENT EVEN BEEN PLAYING MINECRAFT. I ALSO THOUGHT PEOPLE DIDNT LIKE MY BOOK FOR A WHILE, BECAUSE I WASNT GETTING MANY NEW READERS. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER, AND GIVE MORE IDEAS OF WHAT TO WRITE IN THE NEXT ONES. BYE GUYS.