A game of truth or dare brought us together? {Fell! Palette x Fell! Goth}

Chapter Eight

-Fell Goth's POV-
     I laid in the couch just staring at the ceiling. I just stared at it for 10 minutes or so until Palette laid on top of me.
"Hey get off!" I say trying to push him off.
"Nah" he replies as he hugged me.
I groaned in disappointment.
"I hate you" I sighed.
" I love you too~" he said as he winked.
I shrugged and stuck my tongue out at him. He looked at me smirking weirdly.
"Hey, cupcake. You better put that tongue back in your mouth before I make it useful to me"
I didn't understand what he was trying to say, but I was afraid so I put my tongue back in my mouth and pouted like a little child.
"You're mean" I say as I cross my arms.
He kissed my cheek. I glare at him and exclaim "you missed" and kissed him on the mouth. He blushed slightly.
I grabbed his hand. "my hero aren't cha" I smile a little. He nods and pulled me into a hug.
"You know, I really do love ya Gothy"
I went silent for a while and hugged him back and replied "I know, and I really do love you too" Palette can be really boring sometimes. But also he can get flirty, rude, and sometimes very soft or nice. I know he loves me, and so what I know cause he says it a lot. But sometimes I'm just glad to back him as my husband. I sat in is lap. He looked confused cause he usually asks me to sit on his lap. I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. He pats my head and comforted me. I love it when he's nice.

-Fell Palette's POV-
I comforted goth for a little while.
"Hey gothy?" I say as I caress his cheek.
"Hm" he replies.
"I'm heading out I'll be home later" I grip my phone tightly.
"Okay, don't be late"
"I won't" I assured.
I got him off my lap and put a blanket on him and started to head out the door. I look at my phone, it was buzzing when I was on the couch with gothy, I saw it was a text from an unknown number.
???: meet me in grillby's alley now
Now, I knew I wasn't supposed to do something as an unknown person said. But I feel like this is Important. I walked there and saw a figure. "Hmm" I thought and walked closer to it. It became clear to me now, it was fell cray. Oh dear lord I hate him. But still he's goths childhood best friend.
"What do you want" I say blandly.
"I want my goth back!" he snapped.
"Oh yeah, well you would have to fight me for him"
"I'm up for it" he challenged.

(ACK! SUCH A FUNKING SHORT CHAPTER! I HAD TO GET IT OUT SOMETIME BUT I NEVER FINISHED SO HERE WHAT ILL GIVE YOU FOR NOW IM SOOOOO SOOOORRRRYYYY)