This takes place after Paperjam has gone through years of abuse and the story begins on the first day of grade ten, and the later days, weeks and months of him trying to find happiness. This story does have extremely sad parts and very Mature conte...
School finishes and Fresh rushes over to my locker. I'm trying to reach the top shelf. He picks me up suddenly. I look down to see him there. I grab my sketchbooks and art supplies. He sets me down. I then put them in my bag. "I'll be heading to work for a few hours today. Have fun drawing in the park okay? And remember to call me as soon as you see Ink, or Error if they dare show up." Fresh whispers. I nod hugging him. He hugs me back. He then heads off. A few people approach me as I close my locker. "Hey!!! What's up with Fresh dude?" They ask. I'm nervously shaking. "I-I don't know," I say backing into my locker. "Hey, Paperjam you alright?" Undyne asks. I nod quickly picking up my bag. "I-I gotta go!" I shout running off.
Time Skip...
Birds are chirping away as the leaves blow in the trees. It's a very calming thing to watch nevertheless to draw. "What you drawing?" I hear getting startled. "I'm drawing nothing!" I panic. "Hey, why you so uptight dawg?" Undyne asks. Kneeling down in front of me. "I'm sorry... I thought you were someone else." I say nervously. "Like who?" They ask. "N-No one important," I say smiling. "Well... Can I see what your drawing?" Undyne asks. "Me too!" I hear from behind me. I see a few others. They were the ones to come up to me earlier. Undyne is sitting really close to me. I start shaking. "Hey you alright, dawg?" Undyne asks. "S-Sorry... Ol-Old habits." I say nervously. "You look like an earthquake is shakin' ya up." One of the others laugh. "I'M SORRY!!!" I shout grabbing my bag and running off.
Next day...
Me and Fresh are walking to school. "How was work last night? Sorry, I fell asleep before you got home." I ask. "It's alright, it was your first day at such a busy school," Fresh says smiling. I nod. "So how was work?" I ask. "It's as rad as usual," Fresh says. I nod smiling. We pass by his work. Freshby is opening up. I wave at him. He waves back, before going back inside.
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"Pj... Are you alright being by yourself?" Fresh asks me. I nod. "I got my cellphone so if I need to call you, or if I miss you I'll call," I answer sticking my tongue out at him. We suddenly stop walking in front of the school. He turns around and grabs my hands. "Paperjam... I need to ask you something." Fresh says. I blush looking up at him. "Paperjam... I really... Really like you and I want to know... Will you go out with me?" Fresh asks. I blush hard. Fresh is blushing too. "Of course I will," I say hugging him tightly. I am tearing up. He tips my head up and kisses me softly. There's cheering and whistling. Fresh pulls back and wipes my tears away. "I didn't... Think you thought the same." I say smiling. I am holding his hand to my cheek. "Jammy..." Fresh says before kissing me again. "WHAT!!!" "Fresh and Paperjam are... GAY!!!" We both hear.
We laugh holding hands going into class. Again there is only one seat left in class. Fresh takes me over and sets me in his lap like he always does. People look over confused. I start doing my work while he rubs my back. "Pj dawg! You forgot this... And uh... You're drawings are outta this world! Where did you learn to draw like that dawg?" Undyne says. I cover my face. "Thanks and uh... I don't know." I mutter. "I just like drawing," I add muttering. Undyne sets down the sketchbook on the table. Fresh is still rubbing my back making me sleepy. I end up closing my eyes. "Hey, uh Pj?" Undyne says. I open my star eye. "Yeah?" I say before closing my eye again. "Why'd you run away as soon as the others came over?" Undyne asks. "Dawg... He has his reasons." Fresh says. "Just old habits is all," I answer. Undyne sighs. "Well I'll catch up with ya'll later," Undyne says before taking their leave. Fresh is still rubbing my back. I sit up about to finish my work. Fresh pushes my head down suddenly. I just stay quiet. "Have you seen this kid anywhere?" I hear. "No, but there are plenty of students that look like that dawg!" I hear the teacher say. "Ugh this universe is pointless." I hear someone yell. "Sorry dawg." The teacher says. "Paperjam... Where are you?" The teacher says quietly. Fresh let's my head go. I sit up slowly. "Who was that?" The teacher asks. I shrug. "I didn't let him see or get seen..." Fresh states. "Why's that?" The teacher asks. "His parents are un-rad," Fresh says. The class gasps. "Paperjam is alright in your care right?" The teacher asks. I nod. "That's rad enough for me!" The teacher says.
Time Skip...
I'm drawing in the living room of the house. The door opens slowly. I look up to see Fresh. He looks pretty tired. "Hey, Jammy." He says. I go over to him and hug him. We go over to the couch. He sits down with an arm around my shoulders. We start to watch T.V. He passes out. I lay him down then go and get a blanket. I then place the blanket over him then lay down with him, under the blanket. He wraps an arm around my waist. I smile at him. He kisses me softly. I kiss him back before he pulls away. "I love you Jammy." He says. I blush to say "I love you too." We fall asleep together.
