Secrets (NAJ Freshpaper)ON HIATUS

Chapter 4- You Win Some, You Lose Some

Fresh stared. And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.

It would never change, even if he continued staring, but he still was going to stare.

And stare. And stare. And stare. And stare.

Fresh didn't like it, which was proven by the trembles and the tears. So he stared.

And stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.

The perfect stuffed animal. Destroyed. It's head ripped off. His only reminder of his mother. Gone.

Fresh stared. And stared. And stared. And stared.

Who would have done this? Why had this happened? Why did Fresh bring it to school in the first place? Fresh knew the answers, however. Who would have done this? Easy. Pj and his squad. No one else is that mean. Why had this happened? Because life was vile and cruel, and Pj and his squad want his life as miserable as possible. Why did Fresh bring it to school in the first place? Because Fresh couldn't bare the thought of going to school without his mother right there beside him the whole day.

Fresh washed his face out again. He could ask a teacher to fix it. But it wouldn't be the same. Fresh's mother had hand crafted it.

Fresh collapsed on the ground, his head in his hands, the water still running across his hand, getting the sleeved arm wet. Fresh whimpered, just letting himself cry his soul out. He wanted to die just then and there. Be with mother. That would be nice.

Fresh had no idea how long it had been, how long he had been in the bathroom just crying, when he felt hands start massaging his tense shoulders and a buttery smooth voice asked, "Hey, babe, something wrong?"

Ink. Mr. Ink. Fresh whimpered loudly, rubbing his eyes, sniffling, "Yeah....nothin, nothing..." Fresh stared at the ground. His eyes hurt.

His body didn't calm down or relax, even after the gentle massage Ink was giving him. Ink frowned as Fresh stared at him via the mirror, his eyes red and puffy. Ink was leaned into where Fresh's right ear, holding his shoulders, leaning down, his rear to the left. "Well, hun, why don't we have some hot chocolate, and maybe you can actually tell me? If you don't want to, you don't have to, but you seem very tense and stressed, and I don't like seeing students in this much uncormfortability."

Fresh nodded numbly, not even thinking about class or how he shouldn't be letting himself be dragged into an empty classroom by a teacher he hardly knew, but somehow Fresh just knew Ink wouldn't ever harm him, plus, Ink was just so....charming.

It was a very artistic room, probably Ink's, yet there was still a blanket. Fresh didn't know why there was a blanket in the first place, he just knew he had been rapped up in it and was holding a warm mug of hot chocolate and sipping on it. Ink was behind him, giving him a massage, he was still somewhat tense though. He knew it was worse that he was just letting Ink be behind him, but he didn't really care. Ink wouldn't hurt him. That's just not Ink.

Fresh was feeling very tired, probably because he was A) being massaged B) drinking a hot drink and C) had been crying his heart out for an hour or so.

Fresh felt his shirt being picked at. He whimpered looking over his shoulder. His shirt was pulled over his head, moving his glasses up, blinding him. Fresh yelped loudly as Ink touched his ribs and spine gent with body oil smathered over his hands, making his fingers cold to the touch.

Ink rubbed his back, trying to get him to form his ecto-body so he can massage Fresh the best way. Soon enough, Fresh's magic compiled to Ink's request, forming a rosy magenta and blue body. Ink couldn't help but admire the view, blushing faintly at how Fresh formed a female ecto-body.

Ink got more body oil on his hands and put some on Fresh body, massaging his back and shoulders. Slowly, but surely, the smaller skeleton relaxed into the touches.

Fresh was about to fall asleep, just as a hand slipped into his pants. Ink would never hurt me, was the last thing Fresh thought before he passed out, snoring softly.

When Fresh woke up, his body didn't feel tense. Fresh squeaked in surprise as he realized he was being carried by someone who probably was arrogant, considering how the long strides were confident and sure and how the carrier was humming and swaying slightly. Ink.

Fresh didn't like how different he felt. What happened? Fresh thought. Had Ink hurt me? No. His mind argued. Ink would never hurt you.

The words felt weird on his head. Why wouldn't Ink hurt him? What was stopping him? Why had Fresh even thought about Ink never hurting him? Fresh was always on the look-out. Everyone can and will harm him. That's just what Fresh thought. So why was he so sure Ink would never hurt him? Had he drugged me? Is that why I can't remember what happened after someone came into the bathroom? Is that why I feel so weird and un-tense?

Ink looked down at Fresh. "Heya bud, yah finally woke up?" He asks. Fresh nodded uncomfortably. "That's good. You slept through the rest of yer class periods. But it's okay," he said softly. "I'm sorry for what happened to yer plushy. I know it must mean a lot to you. But just remember, that I'm always here if you need me. I would never hurt you." He

Fresh was set down. He nearly collapsed, his legs felt like jello. He looked where he was and realized he was outside of school, where all the cars were. Kids were streaming out beside him. Huh. Must be dismissal.

Fresh was surprised to feel his backpack weighing in his hand. He threw it over his shoulder, heading home, completely forgetting that Kaden picks him up from school. He was holding the zebra stuffed animal in his left hand, which he noted was back together, probably because of Ink. Fresh smiled. He may have lost the stuffed animal, but at least he gained another friend.