Palette's Point of View
I came out of my last class of the day and looked around. Everyone acts the same now, like nothing is wrong. It's been a few days since I had Papy and Mr. Mettaton talk in the library. I stayed nearby to make sure Paps didn't run and managed to hear snippets of the conversation. They ultimately decided to take things slow throughout the summer, which was nearly here. Honestly, I was excited for summer. Normally everything resets at the end of the school year.
I made my way through the dissipating groups of students only to find Cil pinning Goth to the nearby lockers. I stared numbly at Goth, my mind going a mile a minute. I could barely hear Cil's screams at the taller skeleton and only got involved when my sister went in for the punch.
"Cil. That's enough." Both skeletons looked at me and Cil's grip slackened on the librarian's shirt.
"But Palette. After everything he did to you..." She couldn't understand why I would stop her. I knew she wouldn't.
"He isn't worth it. Let's just go home."
"Like hell he isn't worth it! Look at how you're acting! You haven't let yourself be happy since you got that picture," Cil screeched.
"Picture," Goth inquired. He seemed genuinely interested, like this was the first time he's heard about it. He turned to look at me. "Is that why you've been avoiding me?"
"Palette, you're my big brother. Ever since father introduced us, you've been nothing but smiles and cheerfulness. Now? Now you lock yourself in your room and either cry yourself to sleep or stay up because of insomnia." Cil pushed the librarian away from her and held my shoulders. Goth's expression morphed from curiosity to worry.
"Palette..." Goth reached his hand out to me.
"Don't you talk to him!" Cil's hair flared as her magic was summoned. "Don't you even think about touching him either."
"Cil," I placed a skeletal hand on her shoulder. "Calm down and go home. If you don't I'll tell dad that you've been picking fights." Cil grumbled and walked off, shoving her hands in her pockets. I opened up my locker and pulled out the homework I was assigned today.
"Pal," Goth's voice cracked. "Talk to me. Don't shut me out. Please..."
"I will do as I wish, Gothy, er, Goth." Crap, I used my old nickname for him. I shut my locker door as quietly as I could and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Goth grabbed my hand and made me look at him. "You can't want this right? You're... You're my best friend and," his voice cracked as tears filled his sockets. "I thought we could be something more."
With every quick beat of my soul there was another twinge of pain. Taking a shaky breath, I pulled out of Goth's grip. "You should've thought about that before you kissed Cray." Tears welled up in my sockets as I looked at the skeleton in front of me.
"Kiss him? I can barely stand the guy! What makes you think I'd kiss him?" I sighed gently and showed him the picture that Alphys sent me.
"This was taken out of context! Cray was warning me to stay away from your family and trying to intimidate me by pinning me!" Goth took hold of my shoulders desperately. "You have to believe me! Please, Paly!"
There it is. The nickname. I knew he was gonna use it sooner or later in this conversation. I steeled myself and once again moved myself out of his grasp. "I don't have to do anything for other people. Only for myself. That may sound selfish but my well being is more important that someone else's happiness or comfortability. Goodbye, Goth. I'm sure this will not be the last time we speak."
As I walked away from the skeleton of my dreams, my soul felt like it was shattering in my chest. I wouldn't be surprised if I started dusting from heartbreak.
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Cil's Point of View
"Dammit, Palette. Why won't you ever let me help you?" I kicked a can up the sidewalk as I walked back to my house. "All I wanted to do was help you regain your happy and cheerful personality."
"You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity," A familiar voice startled me, making me pause my walk home. When I looked up, I saw who the voice belonged to.
"Cray," I glared at him and he held up his hands as if he was surrendering.
"What's with the death stare? What did I ever do to you?" My hands balled into fists in my pockets.
"It wasn't what you did to me. It's what you did to my brother with your little stunt with the librarian." I hissed in his face and hit his shoulder with mine as I walked past him.
"What? Cil! Wait up," he shouted and caught up to me. I ignored the nuisance for a time but he kept pestering me with questions. "What did you mean? 'Stunt I pulled?' With the librarian, no less? You know I hate that guy."
I whipped around and jabbed my pointer finger against his ribcage. "Yeah, that's what I thought until I saw that picture of you pinning him to that damned bookcase!" People were staring at us so Cray dragged me to an alleyway between two random buildings.
"What do you mean? What picture?" He let go of my wrist and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You fucking kissed Goth and now my oldest fucking brother is a depressed mess because that was the one monster he was even remotely interested in romantically. You were his best friend throughout our childhood so how could you do that to him, you bastard!?" Before I knew it, my hand was swinging towards Cray's cheekbone. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. I closed my eyes and braced for an impact that never came.
Cray had caught my wrist and pinned me to the wall. His face was extremely close to mine and I felt my cheekbones heat up. Truth be told, I've had a crush on Cray since freshman year. I was hurt during this ordeal too but I sucked it up for Palette's sake. He needed the support and I gave it to him without even stopping to take care myself. "I may be a bastard but at least I don't hide my feelings from everyone."
"Bullshit," I hissed. "You hide your depression and only express it through the art you create." Cray looked surprised. He whispered my name and started leaning down, making me squirm.
"L-Let me go, y-you prick," I squeaked softly but it was too late.
Cray pressed his teeth against mine in a tender kiss.
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