Loved | Short BFB Fanfic

B a c k s t o r y

Tennis ball.
Tennis ball..
Tennis ball...

Ever since me and 8-ball created the team and as he invited Tennis ball,
I thought I was in love.
Of course, Golf ball also joined. She was okay at first, but at every contest I think I've grown a big hate for her.
Why you ask? Well there are two big reasons why I despise GB.
One, my second-crush, 8-ball, got taken advantage of that snob and he ended up getting eliminated. I actually really, like REALLY can't believe that she wasn't voted out. It was so close god dammit.
Second, I just found some thing out that just breaks my heart into a million pieces,
That GB is dating Tennis Ball. The hell?! How could she steal my love from ME? Grr!
And that's the thing that pisses me off. Sure, they have been dating for 8-almost 9 years, but that tiny little shit wouldn't steal my love.
I even told her that I loved TB. She literally and idiotically laughed and walked away as she didn't even care that I was crying.
So, what will I do, you might ask, my friend? Well I do have some.
I went to 8-ball's house to discuss about these. I was worried if either the plans where garbage or if I randomly blushed while he was speaking.
I strolled over to 8-balls apartment, scared. I knocked, or, kicked, on his door, gently. I took a few steps back as the doorknob slowly opened, and quietly opened.
There, I saw 8-ball. He looked a bit tired at the moment.
"Hey 8-Ball. You look a bit tired at the moment did something happen?" I asked, trying to start a lovely conversation, looked like it was working.
"No, I just woke up early, nothing happene-"
"Great! Can I discuss something with you!?"
"Okay." He said.
"Wait, how did you open the door? You have no fucking limbs bro."
"Err, I used my mouth. Why?"
Ew. I'm definitely not touching that bitch when I walk out.
"Um, fine. What is it?"
"I want to get sweet revenge on Golf ball, my arch-enemy!
"Why do you hate her?" The ball questioned.
"That's, private."
"Well. Okay. Let's go to my table.. I guess.." He grinned, but followed with a frown after. This bitch greedy.
I slammed the papers of all my plans on the table.
"Okay, let's start!"
We discussed for while, sharing my plans and so. 8-Ball was definitely into my writing. Could this mean he likes the plans?
"These are, interesting.."
"And smart!" I added.
"Well, I don't want to offend you here, but these are, sorta," He paused, waiting for a comment from me.
"Yeah?"
"Garbage.."
"W-what?" I sobbed.
"It's garbage.. Not literally, but the concepts are silly as shit."
"You're just being your asshole-self!" I argued.
"I'm NOT!"
"You know what, you're just a greedy mother-fucker. I guess I'm going to share it with other people, cause you know, they definitely have better opinions."
"The fuck does mean?"
"You know what, get out of my goddamn face!" yelled me, as I ran over to his door.
"W-WAIT!"
I turned back.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Okay? I was just giving you criticism!"
"How is that criticism??"
"I guess you're rig-" he stopped to form some words in his mouth. Probably an excuse, but came back after a while. What he said is what changed everything and inspired me. To be like him... I walked to him, and 8-Ball rolled closer to me, saying-
"You know what, you're plans, are, O.K."
"You mean it?" I grinned.
"Hell yeah dude! Just add a bit of details to give it more spazz. Then it would be perfect!"
"T-thanks! I really mean it."
"Eh, heh, it's really nothing!" He blushed. I blushed as well.
"Well, I should really get going."
"Oh. Okay!"
I rushed to the door. About to open the door but flashbacked to when he opened it, with his mouth. 8-ball germs.. disgusting as fuck! But I'm glad he came to open the door for me.
"Heh, sorry.." Said 8-ball. I giggled.
He opened the door and I walked out. At least he knows his manners.
"Okay, cya!" I said.
"Bye!"
I walked off into the distance, or I mean, almost.
"Basketball!" Screamed 8-ball. He sorta sounded like a dying cat.
"Yeahh?" I screamed back.
"P.S, I know you really like Tennis ball and I hope he likes you back, sorta..- I mean, it's hard for TB to like someone who isn't GB. What a bitch. So, good luck. Heh!"
"So sweet of you! Well, bye!" I ran off, finally.
He flushed, as he closed the door.
I unlocked my apartment door and rested the papers. I'm lucky as shit right now! Anyways, I took a seat on my couch, and took out my pencil and flipped to the pages that needed some work.
What I learned from this is;
To never underestimate boys.
Just kidding, what I learnt is even if people's opinions do seem mean, really, please learn how to respect others thoughts. I think I was slightly being an asshole- I mean, I GIANT ASSHOLE to 8-ball. Betraying him isn't the way to go in situations like those.
But as people say, the day goes on.
I comfortably placed myself on my seat.

After thinking, there was just two words stuck in my head. Those words were,

Fuck Golfball.