+BURST+ (Inanimate Insanity) (REWRITE)

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!~ WARNING; Sexism ~!

My mind was left racing as I stood in the shadow of Baseballs house. It was now quiet, in stark contrast to last night, but who knows how long that would last. Balloon and I had parted ways about 5 minutes ago, yet despite how recently I had seen him, part of me missed his warm presence. Despite this, I was more focused on what consequences I would face with Nickel. His texts were enough to set off warning sirens in my brain, but having to face him after that sent shivers down my spine. I hate getting into arguments, but I'm cursed with the inability to keep my mouth shut when I'm frustrated or angry. I just hope that Baseball would be on my side if things did get nasty. I collected myself, walked up to the patio and knocked on the door.

"The doors open!" I heard Baseballs slightly rough voice from inside, and I turned the chilly doorknob.

"Hey, Baseball! It's me, Suitcase."

"H-Hey! You're even here before Nickel," I walk in to find him standing with a stack of assorted party items in his arms, clearly struggling to carry it all. I felt a pang of relief at the fact that my fear was not going to be realized quite yet, but I was here to help Baseball, that's what matters now. I had to crane my neck back slightly to meet his brown-eyed gaze.

"Woah, do you need help carrying that?"

"N-No, no, I can handle it," He smiled with gritted teeth, "Besides, I need to get rid of the evidence by tonight, my parents decided to come home early."

"Oh, well shit, I should get started then." Baseball went over to a black garbage bag, lowering the armful of items in carefully.

He then turned back to me, "Yeah, there's still garbage on the floors and stuff, so if you could help with that, then we can get the vacuum going."

It didn't take too long for the two of us to get the floor cleared of the debris of poor judgements and questionable substances. However, as we were getting the vacuum out of the closet, we heard a knock at the door. My stomach dropped once again and the hair on my neck stood up, as I knew who was on the other side of that door.

"The doors unlocked, Nickel!" Baseball yelled the same as he did to me earlier. The door opened with a cold draft, and in he comes. He had a sour look on his face, more than usual that is. Almost immediately, his icy-blue eyes stared daggers into me, which was intimidating despite his shorter stature. He stood in front of the two of us.

"Well, look who showed up. I thought you would've been under the sheets with him still," His voice was laced with the same sarcastic venom, but it packed more of a punch now than ever before.

I felt my throat clench, and I answered honestly, "I did not sleep with him, Nickel."

"Bull-fucking-shit," He growled.

"Jesus Christ, would you two knock it off-"

"Shut it," Nickel stared at Baseball for a moment, and it seemed like his expression may have lightened for a moment, but he quickly turned back to me, eyes as cold as ever "I've warned you about Balloon thousands of times already, Suitcase, and still you go gallivanting off to who-knows-where to do you-know-what when you've known him for a few months now. You're being a fucking slut!"

"You have never provided any context for those warnings, and even if I did sleep with him, it's MY body and MY choice to do so. You have NO control over me!"

"You need context, huh?"Nickel stepped closer to me, a spark of concern laced his eyes, but he was more furious than anything, "Fine, I'll tell you why no one likes him, why everyone avoids him. Balloon put us through hell, Suitcase. He was a bully, he was an asshole. He would boss everyone around. And then he acts like nothing happened and says he wants to change. Don't tell me you think that isn't suspicious, because it is."

"Well..." I looked down at the floor for a moment, "Well, how am I supposed to know if you're telling the truth?" I stomped forward, Nickel clearly surprised as he flinched, "I wasn't here when that happened, I've only seen the good in him so far!"

Baseball piped in, "He was a bit of a jerk, if I'm being honest."

I stood there, shocked at Baseball. Does he really just listen to whatever Nickel says? I sighed, "You need to let go of the past. Let's stop fighting and just get cleaning."

"...Fine," Nickel suddenly grabbed my arm firmly, staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite read, "but you need to stop hanging out with him. He's just going to hurt you like he hurt me, Baseball, and everyone else."

"Whatever, dad," I smirked, prying my arm from his grip. Baseball gave me a chuckle, but Nickel didn't find it funny.

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