Pallette's POV

    Goth stood up and started to walk off the ledge. I run after him and yell "NO-" but the next thing I know, i'm sitting up in my sleeping bag, breathing heavily and holding my chest. Goth awoke from my yelping and looked at me with worry.
    I shrugged off the dream, since I barely remember it anyways and gave goth a giant grin. He sighed as I looked at the clock in my room to see it's 3:58 in the morning. Huh, new record, I thought as I remember all the other times I woke up in the middle of the night, this being the earliest of them. I looked back at goth to see him laying back down on the bed when he jumped back up, realizing something.
    "H-hey, pallette, w-why are you sleeping on the floor?" he asked with a flooded face of lavender. I giggled at him, then spoke...
    "Well, why would I want to disturb my bestest buddy!" I yelled loudly as goth looked down at his knees with a sad look. Why was he acting like this when I mention him like that? I mentally asked. He soon patted a spot for me on the bed and I hurriedly got up.
    I jumped on the bed, belly first, right beside goth. He looked a little scared at first when I did, but he soon smiled at me. It was the one I always liked, it made my heart melt when he smiled. Wait!, no I couldn't like my friend! I couldn't!. I yelled at myself mentally. Goth laid down with his body facing away from me as I laid, looking into his back. His breathing slowed and went into a slumber with cute noises for his snores. I giggled and closed my eyes, doing the same...

Goth's POV

    I soon awoke, the warm sun peaking through the curtains as my eyes adjust to the light. I turned over to see palette sleeping happily on the other side of the bed, snoring softly. Palette will always think of me as a friend, will he? Of course he will. All I am is a 'bestest buddy', nothing more, nothing less.
    I quietly got out of bed and creeped out into the hallway. Some dust flying in the sunlight as I walked into the living room. The front door was locked so I had to make a loud sound if I wanna get out of here. I turned the lock slowly and the lock clicked with the sound echoing through the quiet house. The sound of the house didn't help by creaking every few seconds. I waited awhile to see if palette had awoken to the door.
    The door opened but not without a creak it wouldn't. I quickly opened the door to make the creak end sooner and waited for another amount of time. I stepped out onto the porch and found myself in a grassy green neighborhood, full of colorful houses. There was a trail of dirt that led out of the neighborhood and decided to follow it, not going the way back.
    A large hill stood tall at the end of the trail that broke off into a clif. I looked over to see large rocks poking out of the deep water, far below. It was calm and quiet, almost enough to make you fall asleep if you lay down. I then realized I lost my scarf but I heard foot steps behind me and quickly hid behind a large boulder.
    There was someone calling out my name and the voice resembled palette. I didn't want to go out to just put on that fack smile and act like everything is ok, while everything isn't. He walked off to look for me else where as I get out from behind the rock. I glanced at the cliff intently, giving it a wanting look. I shook the​ thoughts out of my head and went out of the area.
    The grass crushed under my feet, the place getting less and less familiar as I went on walking. I soon found myself in a deep part of the woods. The sounds of the birds happily chirping when I went by and the tiny creatures scurrying around to get away from me. I found an old abandoned shack that looked broken and from the looks of it, it had two stories.
    The second story was laying on its side by the house without a floor. I walked to the broken door and carefully take it off. It fell to the ground as I let go of it. There were streaks of light coming through the walls as I stepped loudly on the creaking, broken boards. I soon found myself in a bedroom that had a decent bed in it. I went to the bed and checked for bugs but found none.
    I laid down on the bed slowly and the bed creaked with the sound of old springs being squished. The ceiling was old and had mold growing on it like everything else. Sleep started to take over me and darkness filled my sight as I fall into slumber....

Palette's POV

    I looked every where but couldn't find him anywhere. I started to worry and a horrible feeling was brought upon my soul as I looked around the house and up the cliff. Could he have jumped? I thought, shaking my head to get rid of the horrid thought. He was no where to be found. I sat on the couch in total sadness and confusion. Why would he leave?, I thought that he was fine and nothing was wrong.
    My eyes fill with tears and my usual smile was a soon memory as I cry my eyes out in pain and worry. My heart ached with every second like a beating clock that was about to explode at any time. The house was only a blur and everything felt wrong. I feel like I did something to make him do this, to make me worry oh so much. Then soon everything went black as I cried myself to sleep.....

    All he left was his scarf and slight bits of what seemed to be dust......