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Tengolf (Humanized, angst)

(The picture is a remake I did of a comic I made back in like May that got a decent amount of attention)

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Golf Ball's POV

I trudged through the hallways, the sunlight from outside giving my surroundings a yellow-ish tint.  I was on my way to room 213, Tennis Ball's 7th period class. He always talks with his teacher and helps her clean up trash from where students eat during class. I paced around the door, waiting for him to come out so we can walk home together since we live on the same street. He was taking longer than usual, and the hallways were pretty much empty, but there I stayed. I was determined.

Eventually, I heard a voice from behind me shout my name. It startled me, so naturally I turned around, but I immediately regretted it. There stood my mortal enemy in all his glory, Snowball. He looked just as intimidating as usual, with his large frame and threatening height, he stood at 6'3" which was tremendous  compared to my 4'11" stature, but by now I had grown used to it. He had a scowl plastered across his face. "What do you want now??" I said, just wanting to get this interaction over with. Without any warning whatsoever, Snowball shoved me to the ground. He had done it before, so I was hardly phased, I just got off the ground and adjusted my sweater.

"Hey, why don't you go off and play fortnite with your fuckboi friends." I shot back. I probably shouldn't have insulted him and his friends like that, but then again, he probably shouldn't have bullied me for 8 and a half years. I looked up after muttering the snide remark to see that Snowball was absolutely incensed. His face had become red, the edges of his mouth had arched downwards, his eyes were scrunched up, the list goes on. It was then that he grabbed me by my hair and raised his fist to where it was less than a foot away from my face. I tried my best to keep a straight face, but it was painful due to my tender scalp. His tightly clenched fist twitched as he shouted at me, drops of saliva being shot at my face. I felt a small breeze as his fist flew towards me, but he froze as a shout echoed through the corridors, "HEY! STOP! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??!"

We both turned to see Tennis Ball, standing in the doorway of his 7th period classroom. He had rescued me! Snowball let go of my hair and ran off to avoid getting punished by the teacher in case TB decided to report him for harassing me, but he didn't do so without kicking me in the stomach REALLY hard. The force sent me back to the ground, gasping for air. Tennis Ball extended his hand and helped me off the ground. I had to take a few moments to catch my breath, still clenching my stomach as it throbbed from Snowball's steel toe boot. "Are you okay?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice. "Yeah, I am now" although that was partially a lie since I still felt some pain, but it had gotten somewhat better, at least to the point where I could actually walk.

I hugged Tennis Ball and thanked him for his rescue, and he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. TB and I were lifelong friends, but we had only started dating a few days before. Yes, it was definitely different to call him my boyfriend after having been "just friends" for many years, but it wasn't bad or wrong. In fact, I had a crush on him for the majority of our friendship, and so did he, he said so when he confessed to me. Best day ever! We held hands until we got out of school property, then he scooped me up onto his shoulders because if we had done that in the school we would've surely gotten scolded by an authority figure. After walking the usual 3 and a half blocks, we finally reached our street.

We walked into TBs place, which is where I usually stay until the evening when my mom gets off work. My dad's in the military, so he's never home. We both laid on his couch and turned on some Netflix, but we just chatted while shows played in the background. We talked about Snowball and how much of a dumb jerk he is, aaaand we may or may not have had our first (directly on the lips) kiss! I went home happy, excited to go to school and see TB again.  I did my homework and I crawled into bed at around 8:30pm, plenty of sleep is important to focus in school, after all, and I have to focus on my intellect. Although one thing that worries me is that I'm starting to think about Tennis Ball more than ANYTHING else, I'm afraid that it will get in the way of my education if it keeps up for too long. Oh well, surely it will pass soon, we've JUST started dating after all, so of course he's gonna be on my mind! I drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Tennis Ball still dancing around in my thoughts, seeping into my dreams.

Hey sorry for being dead for like 2 months