Oh Shit! 39 Is In Fucking Love!

Chapter 4 - Trust (1/2)

Where there is light, there is darkness. Where there is happiness, there is sadness. And where there is love, there is also... pain. However, those bad feelings can be overcome, if you try.

Its 11:55 a.m., Justin(39) was sitting on the edge of the stage, excited to see Nicky again and spend more time with him. He had a big grin on his face as he straighten his bowtie.

"I'm so giddy, I get to be with him again tonight I can't wait!" He fiddled with his fingers as he stared at the clock, waiting for it to hit 12. "Come onnnn go faster!"

It finally hit 12, which made Justin jump up and stare at the front door.

5 minutes passed, but Nicky hasn't walked in yet. This made Justin a tiny bit concerned. "Hmm.. Maybe he overslept. Haha, I wouldn't blame him." He chuckled, which calmed him down. 10 minutes passed, Nicky still hasn't shown up. Justin became worried once more, bad thoughts making their way into his mind. "Where is he? Its not like him to be late. Did he.. quit...?" Justin shook his head fast, pushing out the thoughts. "N-no! Why would he leave me? H-he loves me...right? He'd never leave."

Half an hour passes by, its a quarter till 1 a.m., and Justin and tugging at his ears trying not to panic.

"Where is he?! I'm s-starting to get worried! I...I hope he didn't quit...or get fired...I don't wanna be alone again....I thought I found the perfect boy...I..." then he started to tear up, his body trembling slightly with fear, his heart beating fast. He constantly stared at the front door, desparately hoping Nicky will suddenly rush inside and hug him. It is now 1 a.m., and still, Nicky has not entered the building. Justin falls to his knees, feeling his heart crack. He went quiet. He didn't say a single word, but tears were flooding down his face. He wanted to scream, to wail, to cry, to do something. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, not a single sound. Plushie 39 came out of the backroom, and noticed Justin sitting there on his knees, staring blankly at the door. Plushie walked over to him. "39, what are you doing? And where's Nicky?"

"..........."

"Umm..39? You okay?"

"......................."

Plushie 39 waved his stubby hand in Justin's face, trying to get his attention.

"39??? Yoohoooooo!! You there? Is Nicky coming or not?" Justin just continued to stare at the front door, then suddenly looked down, sadness and despair clearly seen in his eyes.

".......He's not coming"

"Huh? What do you mean he's not coming??"

"He's...not coming...its 1...no sign of him....he left his job...he left me..."

"That's ridiculous 39, there's no--"

Justin then stood up and stormed off to the office, tears dripping onto the floor. He walked into the office and kicked the chair and other equipment that was in there all over the place, making a mess. He grumbled to himself and growled. "I'm such a bloody fool! Why did I ever think I could possibly be happy again? Why did I fall in love with him? Why did we do those things?! Why... why..." he broke down on the ground and started to sob. Tears flowed down his face like a river. "I'm going to be alone forever..."

20 minutes pass. Justin is still laying on the ground in the office, but he is now silent, staring at the tiled floor. Plushie 39 waddles inside and sighs. "39, he'll be here, I know it, he's probably late. You gotta trust him." That last sentence made Justin turn his head towards his plush counterpart, with a look of sadness but also rising anger.

"Trust...? Trust him...? Its not that easy for me..! Every mate that I've been with in the past has either dumped me and went to back their exes, or just wanted me for my bloody dick! No one's ever fucking cared about me! Surrrre Nicky says he does, but how can I know for sure?! He's not even here like he should be! He probably quit this job to get away from me and find someone who isn't bloody hideous! Hell, he probably went back to HIS fucking exes cause he loved them still! I don't...", he stopped and went into a quieter tone, "I don't know anymore... I love him... I've never felt this way about anyone else before... he makes me feel different. Feel.. happy.. to be alive. Feel like my life has a purpose other than sitting in this damn god forsaken dump forever. When I'm with him, my heart beats fast, and my stomach hurts.. but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I feel warm and fuzzy, almost giggly even when I'm with him. He's the one I've always wanted...", Justin then began to tear up once more, "Now... now he's gone... and I don't know what to do. I can't move on from this... I can't!..."

Justin then looks at the desk in the office. "Plush... get me the gun that's in there.." Plushie 39's eyes widened. "39 a-are you--" he got cut off by Justin yelling, "GET ME THE FUCKING GUN NOW!!"

Plushie 39 jumped scared, then waddled over to the desk quickly. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small pistol. He closed the drawer, and looked at Justin again. "39... are you sure you want to do this..?"

Justin nodded, shaking slightly, tears slowly dripping from his face. "A-A life.. no. A WORLD.. without him.. is no place I want to live in... give me the gun.."

"......okay.." Plushie 39 waddled over to Justin, then holds up the pistol to him. Justin grabs it and then faces away from Plushie 39, falls to his knees and presses it against his head.

He closes his eyes tightly. "Goodbye shitty world... goodbye Nicky... I'll always love you..."

Pause. I have decided to divide this chapter into TWO parts instead of one. I thought about making this a long chapter 4, buuuut i felt this would be better lmao. So, I leave you with this cliffhanger 😈

I do promise however, not to procrastinate a fuck ton and actually get the second half out sooner soooo yeah.

Stay tuned!