(A/N, I lost the art that was on here originally, it was human Bonnie with purple hair, a purple shirt and black glasses with red eyes.)

*Foxy's pov*

Today is the first day of my new high school. I wonder if I'll make any friends. I thought as I brushed my teeth, about to leave for school.

(Time skip to when he got to school)

This doesn't seem like much. I thought looking around the halls. Who is that? I wondered, while looking at a short boy, with purple hair and red eyes. "Hello." I said as I approached the boy. He didn't respond. That's when I noticed he had headphones on.

*Bonnie's pov*

I jumped as somebody took off my headphones and said "Hello." I turned to look at the person who took my headphones and I saw a boy with bright red hair, one yellow eye, and an eye patch on the other eye. "Hi... why are you talking to me?" I said. Nobody has talked to me before. This was new. "You seem like a good person to be friends with." The boy said, surprising me. "Well I'm Bonnie." I said, " What's your name? " I asked. "Foxy" he said. "Well we better get to class before Ms. Sourbalm gets mad" I said. "You do have her, right? " I asked. "Yeah I do." Foxy said and followed me to the classroom.

(After classes at lunch)

"Do you want a tour of the school?" I asked, trying not to lose the first friend I've ever had... at least after him. I feel like I can trust Foxy though. "I would like that." Foxy said. 

(After the tour, still Bonnie's pov)

"And that's the school." I said, we were sitting in a secret spot of mine that nobody knew about, except Foxy. "This school is big." Foxy said, a bit surprised. "That's because most of the classes are underground." I said, kinda uncomfortable with the underground-schooling thing. "That's really weird, it makes me uncomfortable." Foxy said. "Same here, it's like they could kidnap us at any moment." I said, shuddering. "Well if they were to kidnap somebody, they would get caught quickly." He said, calming me down. "That's a good thing." I said, almost completely calm now.

(After school, at the gates, still Bonnie's pov)

I was walking towards the gate, but then I heard Foxy calling my name, and I stopped. Foxy appeared next to me. "Hey, can I come over for a bit?" He asked, a bit nervous. "Sure," I said, "Follow me."

(At Bonnie's house, still Bonnie's pov)

We arrived at my house, which was a pure white house with a pastel purple door. The porch was a light maple wood, also painted white. The shingles on the roof were black, but the large chimney was made out of red brick painted white with pastel purple dots. My house was a small 6-room house, not including the hallway, attic, and basement, that was mostly pastel colors because of my parents obsession with light colors. "This is a nice house." Foxy said, staring at the chimney. "Thanks. Let's go inside." I said, trying not to get mad about how childish the house was, and I walked inside. We entered in the kitchen. The kitchen was a pastel blue, with white-and-gold marble counters on white cupboards. The stove oven was a light silver stainless steel gas stove. The fridge was also a light silver stainless steel. The floor was white-and-pastel-blue tiles in a checkered pattern. There was a small pine wood table sitting in the corner, surrounded by 4 chairs, 3 of them have been used quite recently, while 1 of them hasn't been used for 8 years. My mom, who was very short, had pastel pink hair and bright red eyes, rushed into the kitchen a few seconds later. She ran up to me and hugged me and started speaking very fast. In Spanish. "Mi bebé, bienvenido a casa! ¿Cómo era la escuela? ¿Es este tu amigo? ¿Cúal es su nombre?" She said, leaving Foxy very confused. (She said; My baby welcome home! How was school? Is this your friend? What is his name?) "Mama calmate. Este es Foxy, si, el es mi amigo, la escuela fue buena." I replied, trying to calm her down. She was way too excited that I had made a friend. (Bonnie said; Mom calm down. This is Foxy, yes he is my friend, school was good)

*Foxy's pov*

Bonnie and his mother started talking quickly in Spanish, and I had no idea what about. I only caught bits like; Mi bebe, casa, amigo, mama, Foxy, si. I was so confused. I just stood there and then Bonnie tried to drag me out of the room but wasn't strong enough so I started walking with him.

*Bonnie's pov, again I know, he's my favorite pov to write in though*

The next room we entered was the living room, which was painted a pastel green with white couches and chairs with a big T.V. on a light maple wood stand painted white. The floor was a white carpet, a very fuzzy carpet. There was a glass table in the center, with white metal legs holding it up. My dad was sitting on the couch,n reading a book. "Papa, estoy en casa y traje a un amigo." I said, Foxy still being confused. "Bienvenido a casa!  Cúal es el nombre de tu amigo?" My father said. (Bonnie said; Dad, I'm home and I brought a friend his father said; Welcome home! What is your friends name?) "Se llama Foxy" I said. (His name is Foxy) "Bueno, diviertanse." He said. (Well, have fun.) "Voy a." I said, then Foxy and I left. (I will) We entered the hallway, another room that was a pastel color, but this one was pastel pink. The hallway had all sorts of pictures on the walls, most of them were me when I was little. We walked towards my bedroom, but then Foxy stopped. He was staring at a picture. I looked at it, and stopped.

*Foxy's pov*

We were walking towards another room, probably Bonnie's. But then I spotted a picture. It was a picture of four people, two had pastel blue hair, one was Bonnie's dad but the other I didn't recognize. The one I didn't recognize had Bonnie's moms eyes and Bonnie's dads hair. This person was taller than Bonnie, and he seemed about twelve or thirteen at the time. The other two people were Bonnie and his mom. Bonnie seemed about nine or ten at the time. Bonnie appeared next to me and looked at the photo and stopped. "Bonnie, you ok?" I said, worried. The look on Bonnie's face was saddening. He looked like he wanted to, and was going to, die. "Bonnie?..." I said again, trying to get his attention. He started to cry. I hugged him, and wiped away his tears, I was really close to his face at this point, and I was starting to blush. Bonnie seemed to snap back to reality. Then he started to blush madly. He tried to push me away but I was holding him too tight. "What happened there?" I asked him, trying to understand what happened. "I-I'll tell you later." Bonnie said, looking very depressed. "Alright." I said, letting him go. We continued walking towards the white door at the end of the hallway. We entered Bonnie's room. The room was a pastel purple that almost matched his hair. To the left there was a twin XL bed, with white blankets and pastel purple pillows. Right in front of me was a white desk, it was covered in odds and ends, but was neat nonetheless. "Oh, como te extrano hermano." I heard Bonnie mumble.(Oh, brother how I miss you) I didn't understand a thing he just said. The walls were covered in posters, most of them were bands or singers like; Set it Off, Panic! At the Disco, P!nk, and more, but in the far left corner, there was a red-and-white guitar. The floor was a lightly colored wood. "Do you play the guitar?" I asked pointing at the guitar. "Yes, I do, why?" Bonnie said. "Can I hear you play?" I said, interested in how well he could play. "Sure why not." He said.

*Bonnie's pov*

 I approached my guitar and picked it up. What song should I play? Hmm, Oh! I'll play Photograph!  I started to play the beginning, and Foxy was staring, amazed. "Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know. When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel alive." I sang, "We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken, time's forever frozen still. So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, pulling me closer till our eyes meet you won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home. And if you hurt me, well that's ok brother (He altered the song to fit his story) only words bleed, inside these pages you just hold me, and I won't ever let you go. Wait for me to come home." I continued after the short pause in the lyrics. "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul. And it's the only thing that I know, know. I swear it will get easier remember that with every piece of you. Hm and it's the only thing we take with us when we die." At this point, I started crying. "We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken, time's forever frozen still. So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans pulling me closer till our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone. And you can fit me inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen. Next to your heartbeat where I should be. Keep it deep within your soul. When I'm away, I will remember how you missed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, wishing you'd whisper through the phone. Wait for me to come home." I sang, at this point I was bawling. Foxy randomly hugged me. I was fine with it though, I needed a hug. 

(Time skip to almost an hour later, Foxy's pov)

Bonnie had fallen asleep in my arms, so I put him in his bed.  I walked to the living room, hoping Bonnie's dad would be there, or his mom. Neither of them were there so I went back into the hall and walked up to one of the doors. I opened it a crack, it was a guest bedroom. I tried the next door, this one was the bathroom. The final door I tried was Bonnie's parents room. "Hello?" I said, wondering if they were there. The room was pitch black. "Si?" I heard from the room. "Umm... Bonnie fell asleep, I just wanted to let you know." I said, nervous. "Gracias." The voice said, I think it was Bonnie's mom. I left the room, and went to sit with Bonnie. I went back into his room and he was crying in his sleep. I rushed over to him. "Shhh. Shhh. I'm here. You're ok. Shhh." I said, while stroking his hair. He seemed to calm down a bit after that. His mom walked into the room and said, in English. "Night over?" She said pointing to me. "Do you want me to stay over?" I asked. "Si." Mrs. Wexler said. That was a word I understood. "Ok, let me cal my 'mom'" I said. I called her. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?!?" She shouted into my ear. "At a friends, his mom wants me to stay over, ok? I'm not going to be home until tomorrow." I said, calmly. "Fine. *Sighs* At least I don't have to deal with you for the rest of the night, AND tomorrow, most of tomorrow anyway." My 'mom' said. "Alright bye." I said, hanging up. "She say?" Bonnie's mom asked, trying her best to speak in English so I can understand. "She's fine with it." I said. Bonnie's mom motioned for me to follow, and she led me to the guest room. "Sleep here." She said. "Ok," I said looking around. The walls were painted a periwinkle color, it almost matched the boy in the photo's hair. There was a queen bed in the center with a gray bedspread. The floor was a gray carpet. In one corner there was a white dresser,