Better than him

Fan is sad boi :(

Fan's P.O.V.
I just decided to lock myself in a stank bathroom stall. I'm always that kind of person to use the shower at home after a beach trip. Not because the water at beach bathrooms are dirty, they're super cold! And the bathroom itself is gross! Just staring at the floor made me gag. But I was just sitting on the toilet lid typing away on my phone, blogging just made me feel better.

I had completely cut any communication with trophy, I blocked him on all social media, and I decided to delete his phone number not so soon. It's not like I'll need it anymore...I knew it was a matter of time before lightbulb snuck in here. Even though she identifies as a female, I guess she has half of a purpose to be in here. I huffed and slinked out of there, the stank smell was getting to me. I walked outside that damn bathroom and sat myself on the beach mat again. Which is where I'll probably be staying for the rest of this trip.

It was nice of paintbrush to do this for me, but they really didn't have to. I knew they were just doing this to make up for their false outburst at me yesterday. Lightbulb seemed to acting like a crab or whatever, sneaking around underwater with her snorkel gear and then jumping out to scare anyone, and I mean anyone. I'm sure crabs don't act like that. But whatever.

Lightbulb's P.O.V.
Oh noooo, fan looks sad. Which makes sense considering he just went through break up, but THAT DOESN'T MATTER NO MORE. We're not in middle school. I pushed up my swimming goggles on my forehead, and marched out of the water—dragging paintbrush along with me. "FAN!" I screamed. Fan jumped and dropped his phone as soon as he saw stomping towards him. "L-Lightbulb? What the heck?!" I pulled paintbrush up and shoved them towards him, causing them to fall into his lap. The two turned a slight pink.

Test tube made her way over with her hands on her hips, I guess she's also sick of fan being a run over sad sack. "Fan, just get it over with man!" I crossed my arms. "Yeah! Who cares if he was hot? He had an ugly, conceited personality!" Test tube spat. Fan hung his head. "Y-You guys..." I sighed, "fan please, we hate seeing you like this! Can you at least come into the water?" Paintbrush didn't even get off of him, it's like they wanted to stay there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"So please? We could get ice cream soon?" Test tube gave him a small, sympathetic smile and pulled her hand out towards him. Fan smiled.

"Alright.." he reached his trembling hand out, and test tube pulled him up. Paintbrush slowly stood up, their face seemed to be more flustered than last time. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"Now com'n!" I said, swinging an arm around him. "Let's enjoy our low-down happy lives like the losers we are!"

———Hours pass———
Paintbrush's P.O.V.
Oh damn.. lightbulb just had to push me over him like that did she? We all a blast when fan joined us. After hours of splashing in that salty ocean water, and multiple rounds of very painful volley ball, I'd like to conclude that I have a very wholesome and good group of friends. :) I could be myself around them, and I didn't have to put on a fake smile. I knew I could trust those three, but right now I think it's best for myself if I avoid fan.

I couldn't stop thinking about how I just remained in his lap like that—he must've been so weirded out! Ugh! What was wrong with me?! I was standing, gritty sandals on, naked, under the rippling cold shower water of this disgusting stall. I didn't care about the cold water. I couldn't stop thinking about fan..how perfect he was. His slightly shiny red and golden hair in the sun..he was really, really different from who I was. So why am so head over heels for him? I really don't know, but you know what they say: "Opposites Attract."

Or at least that's something I heard in 5th grade when we were learning about magnetism. But as grew and matured, I started to get a few crushes in school. But those people meant nothing, because I was still an insecure baby. After I was done with high school, lightbulb seemed to be the love of my life, but things never go my way and they twist into other endings instead. So lightbulb is with test tube now—big deal, I can simply stand up again and find myself easily, right?

Well that's what you think...I've never been so lost before. With all the crazy, made up drama swirling in the hallways of the hotel...it just feels like middle school all over again. And on top of that—I have a crush on fan! Wow, news flash! I sighed. How am I ever going to budge from this? How is it so easy to find love when you're....me? I'm sure no one wants to date me, because I'm a gender less freak. I knew people accepted me for that, but they're just weirded out. I grabbed a towel and walked out of that stank damn stall. I should get going..

3rd person's P.O.V.
Test tube drove the car home, even though it was paintbrush's car. They assumed that they were exhausted. The four friends listened to the peaceful humming of the car as they whizzed past other cars. Lightbulb had drifted herself to sleep. "Fan? Could you navigate through google maps? Lightbulb's sleeping." Test tube peered up at the back mirror, eyeing fan. "O-Oh yeah!" Fan picked up his phone and began to navigate test tube through routes. Paintbrush stared out the window.

They wondered how smug trophy must be right now, for breaking someone innocent like fan. The more they thought about it, the more enraged they became. Trophy was probably the absolute biggest bi*** in their life. He was a player. Smug, careless, and heartless. Paintbrush gritted their teeth, their face was flushed with anger. They were going to give trophy a tiny bit of their mind when they return home. They didn't care that it'll brew up even more drama. They didn't care that they were going to get hurt. They did not care that everyone would be there, staring, gawking. Anger boiled inside them...

THEY HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS.