Fresh & PJ NaJ

The Dodge-ball Game- Part 2

Hey there here is part two as promised. Unfortunately, I won't be posting for a few days as I am going camping. I don't know when I am posting the next chapter but it depends how tired I am when I get back. If I'm not tired I'll post the day I return so in two days. I will most likely be posting in three day but if I'm tired I won't post for four days. But I promise I will post shortly.

(Pj's PoV)

Fresh just told me that the next target is him. I'm really worried. I mean he only had one practice before being thrown in the match. I hope he doesn't get distracted by them being his old school. What about if they were his friends. Would that affect his game? Hell, was he even okay being around his old classmates? No, I'm getting distracted. I play my best, he plays his best. I mean nothing bad happens if he gets out. I had gave Fresh a speech about believing in himself, but how could he if I didn't believe in him. I need to trust he can do this. After all he managed to beat me in dodge-ball. But, so did these guys last year... No, I will be positive, we can beat them. I felt better and started firing balls at the opposing team. Slowly, I was picking off the not so great players, but had yet to hit the captain. I was fueled for anger toward him 'How dare he talk to my Freshy like that.' Oh my god, what was I thinking?! He's not mine and I called him 'Freshy.' I-I-I think I can't deny it any longer, 'I like Fresh, no, I love Fresh. Wait what does this mean then? Am I gay? bisexual? Pan sexual? I mean maybe bi. I do like girls, like I can tell who's hot, but I really love Freshy. So now then, how do I confess to him?' So there I was in the middle of a match, debating my feelings for Fresh and my sexuality. The perfect place and time. Right?

(Fresh PoV)

I was scared, but Pj's words made me feel safer. He always made me feel safer, no matter what. I was now fully focusing on the match. The people were all aiming towards me but they had really bad aim and missed me. I glanced at Pj, he was smiling, confused and blushing. What the hell was going on in his head and at this time. He stayed like that for a few seconds, until he seemed content and realized he was in the middle of his match. He then began throwing balls towards the opponents. We created a little rhythm. Only me, Pj and Undyne were left in the game. As the team threw balls at me I would be dodging and catching them. Then I would pass them to Pj and Undyne who thew them quite hard at the enemies. Their numbers were dropping, but there was still many of them left. They easily out numbered us, but we stayed determined and strong. We refused to go down without a fight.

As I looked at the audience I saw Alphys standing and cheering us on in her quiet way, but still very supportive. I looked to the front and saw Coach Error biting his nails anxiously with complete focus on the game. I looked back and saw the opposite team was all aiming their balls at me ready to fire them at me all at once. I had little time to react and Pj was looking at me alarmed as the balls edged closer. It felt like it was in slow motion. I had to use the same move I used in PE, I usually save that move for life and death scenarios, but beating these jerks sounded awesome. At the last moment, when RedCross looked certain they won, I lept into the air and back flipped, narrowly missing the army of balls being flung at me. 

As I landed I caught a ball and threw it at the captains face, just as Pj and Undyne managed to hit the final teammates out. We had won, we had actually won. The opposing team was shocked and glared darts into my back, but I couldn't help but smile, I had won something. Father would have been proud I thought, immediately ruining the mood. I was beginning to get lost in my past when I felt something cold run down my cheek. It was then that I realized I was beginning to cry, I tried to sniffle it and hide it away, but I felt as though I was on the verge of a major breakdown. I looked at everyone laughing and smiling, and slowly slipped away. As soon as I was out of the room, I ran, and ran until I came across the boys bathroom. I pushed the door open and went to hide in a cubical while letting the tears stream down, the sobbing cry out and the memories flash by. I knew I shouldn't think about it, but when would the pain go away, when could I finally play a sport again or stay in a town for longer than a year. I just wished I could forget it. Forget everything. All the friends I left. The stupid crushes. It all. But I felt that but part of me knew without that I wouldn't be me. So I needed it. All the pain and hurt. I needed to lose my mother.

The thought of her made me sob even more until I heard a door swing open gently. I held my breath and stifled my sobs praying for them to leave. They called out and I immediately knew who it was "Freshy? You in here?" It was Pj. I wanted him to find me, hug me, make me feel safe, but he would probably want me to explain. My breathing hitched as i heard him come closer. How could I explain this?

Okay sorry I am not gonna upload for a couple days. I will be back I promise. hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a fantastic few days.
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