X's P.O.V:
"R-really?" I say cheerfully, standing up. Four smirks, getting up with me. "Let's go!" He runs up to me and grabs my hand, yanking me along with him. "Where are we gonna- woOOAAHHh!!" I shriek, trying not to fall over. "Come on, slow poke!!" Four teases as we keep running. We run out the door and onto the sidewalk. "I can't keep up,,!" I gasp, slowing down. Four slows to a halt with me. "Then I have a better idea." He scoops me up without warning, causing me to give a startled scream. Four looks a little less confident by this. "...sorry." He looks away, lowering me down. "W-wait!!" I say hesitantly. "I-it's okay."
Four's P.O.V:
Hearing this fills me up with joy. I've decided confidence is a good way to get X to like me more. And less screeching. That, too. I pick X back up. "Hold on tight-!" I huff. "What do you- MEEEAAAANNN?!" X yelps as I hold him over my head and place him on my shoulders. "...oh. This is kinda comfy..." X mumbles. I laugh a little. "You're kind of soft, too." I say. X freezes. This makes me laugh ever harder. I break into a steady skip along the path. X loosens up a little and we start chatting about everything we think about. Contestants that bother us, what we miss about the Number Playground, all that. "...And that's why I think Bottle should win BFB." I conclude my speech as we arrive. "That's really persuasive, Four." X compliments. I nod my thanks.
X's P.O.V:
It's then I notice where we are.
"Four, what is this place?" I ask curiously.
"A skating rink."
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Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)
FanfictionFour and X have been friends ever since Four was banished from the equation playground. But they'd rather not be friends... they want to be something bigger. And when a fight all so familiar breaks out over X's lucky value, there can only be one to...
