Palette hid in the bathroom. He got his schedule on open house night and he memorized half of it. He knew his first period, but he didn't want to face Goth again. He knew it was Goth when he first saw the way he looked and acted. He was truly adorable in Palette's eyes. Innocent and pure, perfect in every way. But he couldn't think like that. It wasn't a normal thing for a friend to think about their friend. Plus, Goth probably didn't even remember him, or he wanted to forget Palette. What was wrong with him? His heart fluttered but ached just as much. Ugh, why does everything have to be so complicated, complex, and utterly stupid?

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Goth just sat there, his back up against a locker. What was he suppose to do? Confront him? He barely even recognized the other skeleton. He was always in Goth's dreams, but other than that, Goth had no clue who he was. Everytime someone called his name, it was bleeped out. His mind was obviously trying to remind him of a past memory but he could get a tight grasp on who it was. The one person who ACTUALLY wants to hang out is avoiding me, and it's all my fault... Goth just walked sadly through the hallways to his first period class. He forced his way through the crowd, pushing some people out of the way and rudely telling them to move.

Palette quietly sweep into his class. Awkwardly, he had to sit next to Goth. He avoided eye contact and looked at the floor.

"What was that about?" Goth asked, forcing Palette to look at him. Palette was slightly scared that he would yell at him for his abrupt actions.

"N-nothing Gothy." He squeezed his eyes shut. When he wasn't met with anything, he re-opened his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, don't hurt me." He looked in Goth's eyes and saw nothing but regret and guilt in them. Palette whimpered softly as Goth gently laid his hand on Pally's cheek. Palette flinched slightly but got used to it.

"Ok class!" The teacher announced making both of them jump. "Get all your things out because class is about to start!" She finished as the bell rang. Palette and Goth immediately pulled away from each other, blushing like crazy. "We have two new students! Palette Roller and Cassie A. Roll! Would you two please come up here?" A girl with blond hair and high heels strutted down the aisle like it was a catwalk. She wink at any guy she found cute. Palette stood up and energetically waved at everyone while he walked down. Once they both got to the front, Palette started.

"Hi! I'm Palette Roller, obviously, and I love art! My friend's mom was considering applying for being the new art teacher...anyways, I hope I get to know you all better." Goth smiled at Palette's excited. "And especially Gothy!" Goth blushed a slight purple.

"Hey everyone, I'm Cassie. If you want to hit me up, I can give you my phone number after class, guys. Also, you like that loser, Goth? I don't understand how, but ok." Goth angrily slammed his hands on the desk.

"Shut up Cassie! I was hoping to get away from you by changing school, since your such a bitchy, stereotypical, mean girl!" Goth growled, balling his hands into a fist. "Plus, Pally can like whoever he wants, you shouldn't judge him because of that. What you SHOULD do is--"

"Ok, ok!" The teacher interrupted, having Palette and Cassie return to their seats.

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