((Previously on this shit fanfic that ima fucking finish

A double date occurred among the young teenage skeletons. they were watching some gay romance movie to really ahem, get error and ink in the mood.

Error had finally confessed and boom this happen
"Error I-." He was cut off.

Error dove in for a kiss, successfully. Ink pulled away "ERROR! I don't like you like that!" He started crying, trembling in fear "I-I just.... after everything do you think this tiny amount of... love, forgiveness is enough? What you did is horrible." He turned away. "We can still be friends but. I need to think about everything that just happened." Ink quickly ran off, leaving Error in a state of shock))

Ink's chest was pounding, his head throbbed and his buttery hands were on errors chest, leaving a small residue of butter on it.

He cried out all the words he truly felt about error, the harsh reality that error of course didn't want to hear at the time. But did he really want that? Did he really want to say that? He gulped and looked at the heart broken error. The noticeable glitches, glitched and flashed error codes on the side. Error gulped and looked ink "please- please don't." His voice cracked, his teeth were clenched.

Ink turned away, leaving error in a state of pure sadness and embarrassment. He walked off, guilt growing deep down in his soul.

Did he really feel like that?

ink pondered for a moment once he was out of sight from error he stood next to a food court table. people walking by him, completely ignoring him.

Did I really mean what I said?

He frantically looked around, searching for a safe place. People. more and more people chattered, more and more laughed, more and more looked happy. All happy together.

I hurt error, a now dear friend,

Ink looked down at his feet. "No... No he's not a friend. He's just an acquaintance." He muttered out loud and then started walking again. Each step felt like it echo louder than the group of strangers around him.

But he saved you from the kidnaper, he drove you home, you bonded over video games, he's funny, he's helping you with the break up. Yes what he did was bad then but why can't I accept the fact he's trying?

Ink walked faster, his thoughts catching up to him. His eyes darted back and forth and finally landed on to a restroom sign. Every bone was dragged to it, pushing through people, yet his thoughts still followed.

He's cute and you know it. You like the way he reacts to weird stuff, he sarcastic, he gentle around certain people, you think about him often. He occurs in your dreams, you two are happy as "friends" but were you really viewing it as "friends"?

Maybe as a couple?

The thoughts just got louder, he made to the the public restroom, opening every stall to see if anyone was in there with him.

Maybe I feel the same way about him too?

The thought the appeared quickly disappeared, leaving a sick feeling. "No... No there is no way." He looked at himself in the mirror and walked up to it, his headache just got worse. Everything throbbed as he leaned over the sink. ink begun to gag, tears forming at the sides.

Or maybe you enjoy that attention.

Ink threw up in the sink, coughing up as much ink as he could. The sink was black, mixed in with a few colors but strictly black. "He's just a friend, he is just a good friend the kiss meant nothing to me."

But it was gentle, it Made you feel special! You liked it.

Ink laid his head on the counter beside the sink and sighed. "It doesn't matter..." He mumbled back to his own thoughts. He tapped on the mirror in an attempt to distract himself from his own thoughts.

You have a crush on him though, it's been like this for awhile.

Ink looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a mess, his face was red, tears streamed down his his face as he made eye contact with himself.  He was about to respond to his thoughts but he was stopped by the sound of foot steps.

He sat up and quickly rubbed water on his face, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

A familiar face, his golden tooth was noticeably there, his edgy clothes.

It was red.

Red looked at ink "oh shit- uh--."

Ink rubbed his face "where is blue?"

"Getting lunch. Where is error?" Red tried to change the subject.

"I don't know. Just... Stuff happen." Ink's cheerful self was gone. He put his hands on to the counter and sighed as his hands trembled under him. "He uh... Confessed to me I guess but I rejected him."

red looked disappointed, sighing and walked closer "look, in not good at this sort of thing." He mumbled. "Error meant what he said or did or whatever. He's been feeling like that for years."

Ink blinked, looked at the sink then at red. "What?"

"Mhm. You have no idea how long I've been dealing with his snappy ass. He just, went about it horribly wrong and you know that first hand." He chucked and rolled his eyes. "Tried the bad boy approach, bully approach, now this is last and final attempt." He leaned against the counter, a careless expression on his face.

"HA HA very funny. You're just apart of the big joke... He doesn't mean it." Ink went into denial. There is no way.

Red tsked. "Dumbass. Do you really think I would bullshit you after putting you two up on a date?"

Ink sighed, everything was clicking together. So this was it, error's final attempt and he did it.

"Oh" ink whispered for a moment

"Oh no." He covered his face with his hands, sighing as he could feel the overwhelming guilty hit him.

Red shrugged "yeah so... How do you feel about him now." The same could careless express still rested on his face. Red looked at the ground and began tapping his foot.

Ink looked at the sink. "I- confused. I feel confused about him and his actions. I don't understand. I don't get it! Why now?! Why not back then?! Why was he so mean to me? Why he keep on hurting someone he loved so much?! Why did he act homophobic if he was gay?! His damn friends are gay for goodness sakes!" His ace grew hot as he felt the tears stream down his face. He already knew the answers to a few of his questions they were simple logical answers. He acted homophobic so others wouldn't suspect him. He coughed a bit and weeped. "My life is so screwed because of him red and I hate him! I hate him for hurting me! I hate him for making me feel worthless! I hate him for making like I should die because I would never fit in! I hate him for coming into my life again as a friend! I hate how he makes me feel! I hate how he's nice to me now as if nothing happened! I hate his stupid expression he makes when he happy! I hate that he helped me and began to respect me-" he took a deep breath and looked at red.

"I hate how he made me fall in love with him over this short span. I hate him." He confessed his true feelings. Yes. There was all that hardships in the past. But he his true emotions just leaked out.

His hands were shaking as he slowly brought them up to his face. "I can't believe I said that out loud..."

Red was awkwardly staring at ink. "Sooo.... Then you got everything out of your system?"

Ink nodded slowly. "I think so.."

Red awkwardly patted ink's back. Two pats and retreated his hand. "Quit crying. Be a man. Accept your feelings. Be an adult and move on, that was then and this is now." He injected his handed into his pockets. Turning his head away to avoid ink's gaze. "But... You should asked him yourself why he treated you so badly. I'm sure he would do it if it meant giving him a shot at fixing this whole thing."

Ink nodded. "I'll consider it.."

Red tsked his tongue. "You better. It'll be your head if he calls me again to talk bout his feelings or some shit." He pulled his body forward and adjusted himself, stretching and fixing the wrinkled clothing. "Let's get going."

With that. Ink and red left the bathroom. They grew a little closer after that moment.

((My state was one of the first to go under lockdown after COVID-19 kinda did it dirty work XD so now I have no school for 6 weeks at minimum.))