Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

How They Became Sjips (SFW)

TW: None

The gap toothed-toddler plonked himself down on his nappy-padded bottom, chortling with glee as he picked up handfuls of dirt and clapped, sending tiny lumps of soil through the air. His little blue plaid shirt and elasticated jeans were covered in mud and dirt from the few minutes he’d been sitting there.  He stared in awe as a slightly less stocky, slightly more coordinated infant, wearing blue dungarees piled bricks on top of each other, building tall towers and strong buildings, each of the bricks carefully decided and coordinating. The first toddler took a handful of dirt and sprinkled it over the other’s head, filling his hair with tiny particles of sand, laughing and giggling as he turned and stared at him, shocked. He rubbed his head with his hand roughly, sending a spray of grit towards the chunky infant. He giggled and tottered over to him, gently pushing down his shoulders so that he sat back down with a bump, his feet out in front of him. The taller baby carefully piled bricks around him in a circle, layering them over and over each other until only his eyes and the top of his head were visible, his black tufty hair against his pale forehead. He burbled cheerfully and waved at the dark haired toddler before wandering off, distracted. The trapped toddler cried out in surprise, yelling for his new friend to come back. He turned, looking over his shoulder and dashed back over to him. Unfortunately, he tripped over his feet and went flying into the brick fortress, smashing them to the floor and ending up nose-to-nose with his friend. Both promptly burst into tears, more out of shock and surprise than actual injury. A woman ran over to the pair, taking one in each arm and wiping their snotty noses until they stopped sniffing, their tears halting as soon as they’d started. They stayed together for the rest of the morning, building brick towers and gabbling to each other in unintelligible baby talk. As their parents came to the door of the playschool to pick them up around noon, they looked at each other and started crying. They clung onto their parents legs as they stood and chatted, laughing as their babies refused to leave each other.

‘Sjin, c’mon, treasure, we’ve got to go! You can see Sips tomorrow!’ The woman said kindly, picking the taller child up and putting him on her hip, his burying his face into her jumper.

‘Wanna see Sipsy noooow muh’ He cried, banging his little fists against her. The man chuckled as he picked up Sips, laughing as he put him over his shoulder. 

‘No daah stay here wi’ Sssgiiiiiiiin’ The black-haired toddler wailed, drumming his feet against his shoulder  They waved as they left, both boys still yelling.

Since their first day of preschool the pair had been inseparable, never before had two friends been so close. They played together every day, their skills developing as they grew. On the first day of reception they had played together, never apart. They were instructed to go and introduce themselves to another class member, Sjin and Sips went to eachother. When they had to pick seats, they ran to the table at the back and plonked themselves down next to eachother, Sips grinning wickedly at Sjin as he pulled his chair closer to the table. They weren’t identical, not by a long shot, more like two halves of the same person. Sjin was creative, his drawings and sketches excelled any others of kids his age, and most of those older than him too. Tall spires and ornate carvings graced his pages as his hands worked the simple stick of wood and graphite, putting on paper his imaginings and creations. He was relatively sporty- despite being slender and a little weedy he was fast and nimble, dodging between the players on the football pitch with the ball at his feet. He was a farmer, loving if nothing else to just be outside. He was average at science, he got it but was by no means an A-grade student, but maths was awful. The numbers danced and swam on the page, no meaning behind the symbols and lines. Sips however rose to his downfalls and fell at his talents. He couldn’t draw to save his life, and struggled hard in sports. He was strong, his once chubby body grew stocky but it didn’t take much running before his breath tore through him, stars bursting behind his eyelids and his face red. He too was average at maths and science, but maths and ICT was his strong point. He raced through the sums and equations, his pen making scratchy font on the page, answers underlined and circled and starred, red ticks permeating the black scrawls. When Sjin was outside dreaming of flowers he was inside on his computer or his console, his thumbs furiously tapping buttons and moving joysticks. 

They walked home together every night, chatting about their day and the future. It was decided from the start that they wouldn’t be separated; they refused to be away from each other.  They stayed over eachother’s every weekend, staying up late and playing Xbox and Playstation until the early hours, talking animatedly about everything. There wasn’t a single thing they didn’t know about each other, until one night when Sjin was sleeping over Sips’. They were around 15, about to start their exams and having one last evening of fun before they had to study. Sips laughed as Sjin crashed, his mind clearly not on the game. 

‘Hey, buddy, what’s on your mind? Grand Turismo’s your favourite!’ Sips said, turning to Sjin. Concern filled his features as he saw Sjin was nearly in tears, his eyes brimming with water and his face red. 

‘Hey! Sjin! Talk to me!’ Sips said, hugging Sjin hard. ‘C’mon dude, deep breaths, I’m sure it’s gonna be okay, whatever it is’ Sips said quietly, his hand rubbing circles on his back. Sjin took a deep breath and screwed his eyes closed before sighing, eyes wide as he looked at Sips.

‘I- I think I’m in love with you, Sipsy, I’m gay.’ He said, his lips wobbling as he failed to hold it back, unable to stop himself sobbing. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll just go-‘ He said, picking up his stuff and walking towards the door.

‘No, Sjin, don’t go, please. I- I love you too.’ Sips said, sighing as he looked down, his own eyes brimming with tears. He wasn’t planning on telling Sjin, convinced that he wouldn’t feel the same and he’d lose his best friend and be alone. 

Sjin turned and looked at him, sniffing and blinking hard.

‘You’re serious? You’re not messing with me?’ He asked, scared that he was joking.

‘Of course I’m not ya big dumb babby Sjin!’ He said back, tears dribbling down his cheeks, smiling through it all. A huge smile broke out on his face, his eyes lighting up and deep dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth. He threw his arms around Sips and let his head fall into his shoulder, burying his face in the fabric of his t-shirt. Sips held him tight, Sjin’s soft hair tickling his face.