BFB TEXTING

DEPRESSED TACOS AND SLIGHT RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS

All the members of team bleh trudged on up the stairs and towards Taco's room. Saw had a plate of food to give Taco to maybe higher the chances of her letting them in. She had been in there for a good two weeks after her kidnapping Grassy, after Saw got socked in the face on accident by Blocky and after her big fight with Barfbag.

Saw knocked on her door and leaned to it so she could hear Taco.

She cleared her throat, " Umm. Taco we got some food for you," Everything was silent for a moment, that is until they all heard a creak of Taco's bed as she got up and opened the door. Though only to a slight sliver. 

" Thanks," She croaked, grabbing the plate of okay looking sandwich. She shut her door and with the sound of a 'click', she locked the door.

Saw looked down at the floor with despair as her eyes threatened to spill out a waterfall of tears for her best friend. She honestly didn't know what to do at this point. She knows why Taco locked herself in her room and on multiple occasions she had tried to talk to her. But all her attempts these past two weeks had failed and she's scared for Taco and,hell, even for Barfbag. Who knows what she's going through right now. Saw sighed quivery sigh but then felt someone put a hand on her shoulder. She looked to her side to see Gaty with a small sad smile on her face. She smiled back slightly and turned back to the door.

" Taco… like I've said before, if you ever need to talk to me, or any of us, you can. We're all here for you.." They all listen for a response or even the sound of her getting up from her bed or something, but that didn't happen. It stayed silent. 

"See I told you this wouldn't work," Lollipop mumbled rudely.

Gaty was taken aback by her comment and glared at Lollipop, "At least we're doing something, Lollipop." Gaty snarled at her quietly.

"Yeah!" Book agreed.

" Whatever. I, for one, am going downstairs," She took her phone out of her pocket and headed towards the staircase, " this is ridiculous."

They all sighed, annoyed at Lollipop's snobbishness at such a time. Teardrop took a glance downstairs and shook her head in disapproval and disappointment. 

But little did they know that Lollipop was the most worried out of them all about Taco. She just didn't want to show it. She hated showing people her emotional side, it makes her feel uncomfortable. Even if it's around people she trusts like Taco, Saw, Gaty, Balloony and more recently Golf ball. But if she has to help her now deeply depressed friend then she will, by getting Barf bag and Taco to talk about the fight they had and possibly other things as well. It was just the matter of making them do it without it coming off as forced, and she knew just who could help her with this job.

In a different location entirely…

Taco hasn't been talking to me lately. At all. Should I be worried? Yes I should be! No texts, calls, NOTHING! I'm starting to suspect she's dead or something which is why I'm taking a hike over to her cottage in the woods. Alone. Let's hope I remember the trail that Taco had shown me when she brought me here for the first time.

As I walked, I kept checking my phone to see any new texts. None. I'm starting to feel anxious. I feel sweat drip down my face. It's been a whole two weeks and I know that she's not busy because she lives in the fucking woods for fucks sake! I groan loudly in frustration but quickly cool down to a sad sigh. Maybe if I focus on the scenery I'll feel better.

 I start walking again and put my phone in my puffy jacket's pocket.  I look around to see trees towering over me like… well trees… I don't know.. and stones and rocks covered in moss and dirts all over the forest floor. It hadn't been long until I finally reached Taco's cottage, I smiled giddily like a child about to eat some birthday and ran up to her front door. I knocked on it thirteen times since that's what we arranged to do whenever going to one another's place without telling. To knock the amount of whoever's place you're going to favorite number is. For Taco it's thirteen and mine is six. After I knocked on her door I waited. And waited. And wait but there was sadly no response. I sigh and pulled my phone out of my pocket. 
(A/N Sorry if the sentence about the door knocking thing was confusing. So to explain it better, basically if your favorite number is 7 and your friend were to come over without you knowing then they would knock 7 times to let you know it's them. Sorry if you were confused before I just couldn't describe it that well…)