12 POV:

It was morning. I could tell. I wasn't awake, but Eighteen was knocking on my door 100 times per minute.

Eighteen: WAAAAAAKKKKEEEEE UUUUUUP!!!! *continues knocking*

Me: What do you want, Eighteen?

Eighteen: You should be grateful for this! I would've poured a bucket of ice cold water on you!

Me: I never doubted you, brother.

I opened the door and I slap him on his face.

Eighteen: What was that for? 👁️-👁️

Me: So you can know how sometimes GIRLS need their PRIVACY.

Eighteen: *grumbles*

I give Eighteen his cookies and a cup of milk which he gobbles up in less than a minute. I look outside the window and I see Fourteen doing his stunts in the skateboarding area. He attempts to do a quadruple backflip but falls off halfway through. That must've hurt.
I can't stop thinking about what happened yesterday. I should go and apologize.

14 POV:

After I fall from my attempt, I pick myself up and I was about to continue, but I see Twelve walking to me. I go towards her and I stop in my place. She looks at me and suddenly hugs me. What happened? Is it something I did? She steps back and sighs.

Twelve: I'm so sorry for running away from you yesterday. I-I was just nervous about telling you what I was going to say.

Me: Oh. I-It's okay!

Twelve: I just didn't want to get into trouble...

Me: What are you talking about?

Twelve: What I was going to say... Is... I have seen many Numberblocks get into huge trouble lately. And I'm really scared for what might happen to me... It's not like I'm ready or anything..

Me: I understand. It's alright. It was right for you to be nervous to tell me.

Twelve: Thanks, Fourt-

Eleven: *from a distance* Hey Fourteen! You promised me yesterday! Remember?

Me: Uh... Yes! I'm coming! I'm sorry, Twelve. But.. um.. I gotta go now. I promised Eleven to play football with her today. So.. I guess I'll see you around!

Twelve: Yeah.. Have fun.

I go to Eleven. I feel kinda bad for Twelve. But I can't break my promise. Ugh! Why am I feeling bad for Twelve?! Focus, Fourteen! Focus!

11 POV:

Finally I'm going to play with someone who is useful for once! Fourteen follows me into a football field and I start off. In the middle of the game, Twenty-Two just came out of nowhere.

Twenty-Two: Hi guys!

Fourteen: Hey dude!

I turn to look at Twenty-Two and the ball hits my head.

Me: Ow! Twenty-Two!

Twenty-Two: Oops...

Me: You know you shouldn't disturb a game! How many times should I tell you? You're a game of yourself, and you know nothing about football!

Twenty-Two: Sorry... I-I should j-just go.. *walks away*

Fourteen: Dudette! You might have hurt his feelings!

Me: It isn't my fault that he disturbed us!

Fourteen: I'm not continuing the game until you apologize.

Me: Fine!

Fourteen sits on a rock and I call out to Twenty-Two.

Me: Twenty-Two!

Twenty-Two: I know. Don't apologize. I just make things worse. I thought that we could be best friends. But you d-don't need me.

Me: Maybe that's true. But I'm sorry for how I spoke to you.

Twenty-Two: So you actually don't need me! 😭

Me: I wasn't talking about that! Twenty-Two! Wait!

He runs away in tears. I should've been more specific. Fourteen comes towards me and puts the football in my hand.

Fourteen: Apology failed. *walks away*

I seriously need some help. If I want Fourteen to get to like me, I have to impress him in some way! Earlier, I saw him with Twelve. I hope she doesn't have to do anything with his relationship. I go to my next neighbor, Ten. I knock on the door and Nine opens the door.

Nine: Hello, Eleven.

Me: Uh.. hi Nine. Is Ten at home?

Nine: Um...

Glass shatters from distance

Nine: You can tell.

Me: What's happening?!

Nine: Just some trouble. Nothing important.

Me: I need to talk to Ten.

Nine: Okay. If you insist. *calls out* Sweetie! Eleven wants to talk to you!

Ten: *from a distance* Yes, of course! I'll be down in a few minutes! Take her in!

I go in the house as I wait for Ten to come down. After a few minutes, Ten comes down the stairs and sits on the couch opposite to mine. She was breathing heavily as if she had run a marathon.

Me: Is everything alright?

Ten: Yeah. It's nothing important. 😅

Me: I wanted to ask you about something.

Ten: Go ahead!

Me: Well...

I explain everything that happened from when Twenty-Two disturbed us until I failed at my apology and how im trying to get Fourteen to like me.

Me: So... I need help to apologize to Twenty-Two and try to impress Fourteen.

Ten: Well... If you really want to do so, you have to do something nice to Twenty-Two.

Me: Like what?

Ten: Maybe play with him a game of football?

Me: I don't want to play with him!! He's obviously going to win! Even if I try my hard best, he is STILL going to win!

Ten: You can think of something else. And about Fourteen, the only way to impress him is to do the quadruple backflip that he was trying to do for the past few days.

Me: WHAT?! THAT'S NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE!!

Ten: I'm sorry, Eleven. You asked for help and I gave it to you. *giggles* I don't know any way to impress Nine!

Nine: That's because I'm already impressed by you, yourself! *kisses Ten's hand*

Ten: 😊

Me: Well... Thanks for your help. I'll go and do my best.

Glass shatters from distance

Ten: Whoops! *nervous laughter* Good luck, Eleven!

Ten goes upstairs as Nine takes me to the door. I find Twenty-Two sitting on a bench infront of the beach. I go closer and I hear him crying. I sigh as I step forward.

Me: Twenty-Two... I'm sorry for what I said earlier.. I didn't really mean it that way. Of course I need you!

Twenty-Two: *sniffles* But you said that it's true..

Me: I meant that- actually.. I never meant what I said.

I sat on the bench near Twenty-Two.

Me: I was just overthinking. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?

Twenty-Two: I-I forgive you..

We both held eye contact for a minute or two before we looked away. I can feel something... Does Twenty-Two like me? Do I like him? I don't think so... I still have to impress Fourteen! And I know just the way!

Me: Twenty-Two? Can I ask you something?

Twenty-Two: Yes?

Me: Can you skateboard?

Twenty-Two: Totally!

Me: You think you can do a quadruple backflip?

Twenty-Two: My favorite stunt!

Me: YESSS!!

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Is Eleven trying to use Twenty-Two for what he can do?

Will Fourteen be impressed in the end?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I love you all!
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