Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

Where were you, Paper?

Warning: slight spoilers of episode 14 of II
(If you haven't watched it yet but plan to, I suggest you do before reading this chapter.)

Paper walks out of the alley. On his way back to the hotel, he sees OJ standing at the entrance. He gulps hard and proceeds to walk straight like nothing is going on.

"H-hey OJ!" Paper says, trying to act normal.

"Hi. Where were you, Paper?" OJ replies bluntly.

Paper clenched his fist as he was very nervous. He could barely look OJ in the eye due to the awkwardness he sensed.

"Taking a walk. What are you doing out here?" Paper says, getting his thoughts together.

"I was looking for you. I lost my keys and I was with you when I had them last." OJ explains with his hands on his waist.

Paper looked at OJ straightly and thought about how hard it would be to lie to his face. But he had no choice. At least, he thought he didn't.

"Keys? What keys are you talking about." Paper exclaims, trying to sound clueless.

"The hotel entrance keys. I have to lock it and unlock it somehow." OJ says as he grins.

"I have no idea where they are, OJ. Sorry," Paper says as he exhales deeply.

OJ sighs. "Paper," He gently grabs Paper's hand and looks at the ground. Then OJ continues to say, "I saw them in your hand when you left the hotel. Please tell me you didn't do anything irresponsible with them. Those keys are important."

Paper was very flustered. His face was hot and all he felt was guilt. But for some reason, he said...

"Nope, you were probably seeing things. I never touched the keys." Paper says before he moves OJ's hand and walks back into the hotel. Leaving OJ speechless.

OJ stood there and sighed once again. Then he followed Paper inside.

"Paper. I wanted to make it easier for you by being sympathetic. Tell me where the keys are," OJ exclaimed while he tailed behind Paper.

Paper paused and turned his head to the right side. "Stop following me, OJ. I told you, I don't know what you're talking about."

OJ grunted quietly and pushed Paper against the wall. "Tell me. Right now."

Paper gasped softly and looked away from OJ. Even though OJ had him pinned against the wall, he was too embarrassed show how red his face was.

"Are you getting flustered right now? I am being serious." OJ says as he grips firmly on Paper's arms. (Not enough to hurt him in any way.)

"OJ I- I don't know!" Paper says as he finally looks in front of him.

OJ chuckles. "Why won't you just tell me the truth. If you think this going to get easier if you keep lying, it won't."

Paper bites his bottom lip nervously and stares at where OJ has his hand in a firm grip. "Uh. Just let go and I'll tell you!" Paper says, hoping to get out of this situation. He couldn't handle OJ being up against him like that. Especially when this isn't a time to be joking around.

"You will?" OJ says. (Author: OJ no, stop trusting him..)

"Yeah, I will!" Paper says, basically breathless.

OJ let go of his arms and took a step away. Paper exhaled firmly and started to stutter, thinking of what to say.

"So uh," Paper began.

"Yes?" OJ stood there with his arms crossed. He was desperately waiting for an answer.

Paper then quickly looked to his right, making OJ look there too. Once OJ looked, Paper sprinted left.

"Shit," OJ muttered. "Of course he did that."

Paper left the building and slammed the door behind him.

Paintbrush suddenly walked downstairs to see OJ just standing there.

"Why are you staring at the wall?" Paintbrush asked as they laughed.

OJ scoffed. "Uh.. thinking." He says.

"Oh, awesome." Paintbrush replies as he walks down the rest of the stairs.

OJ turned around to face Painty and he raised his eyebrow. "Wait, don't you live with Lightbulb now?" OJ asks.

"Yeah, I do." Paintbrush says.

"Then what are you always doing here? I notice that you come here every day around five o'clock," OJ says as he rubs the back of his neck, softly.

Paintbrush started turning bright red. "You sound like a parole officer. Why do you even care?" Paintbrush said as they started to get annoyed.

OJ rolled his eyes. "I don't care. I'm just curious."

"There's nothing to be curious about." Paintbrush explains. "I'm gonna go now," They say.

OJ nods and brushed off the thought. Paintbrush leaves a minute later.

OJ walks into the kitchen and bumps into TestTube.

"Oh, hi OJ!" TestTube says.

OJ smiles and greets her. Then walks past her to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

"How do you like it here?" OJ asks, trying to make conversation.

TestTube gives a look of interest and smiles as she replies. "Although I've only been here for a week, (as of TestTube's elimination in episode 14) I can say that I like it here." She says.

OJ smiles sympathetically. "I'm really glad you do," OJ drinks some of the water and then caps it. "I'll see you around, TestTube."

TestTubes waves as OJ walks upstairs.

'I should take a nap while I wait for Fan to get here.'
TestTube thought to herself.

TestTube made it upstairs and started walking to her room until she saw something on the ground next to Paintbrush's room door. She stopped to pick it up. It was a condom, still in it's wrapper, (of course)

"What the hell? Why are these outside of Paintbrush's room." TestTube asked herself.

To be continued.