Once we reach the gymnasium, the place where we would get out schedules, I was relieved when Callie got called over to her friends. Good, she's away from Palette, finally. Goth smiled darkly, his thoughts starting to turn gruesome.

"Goth? Goth Reaper?" A teacher, who was standing next to the vice principle and principle, called.

"Here!" I called back, running over whilst raising my hand. "Yes ma'am?" I asked, smiling. She smiled back.

"What manners! Your parents must have taught you well!" She laughed. "Here is your schedule!" She said, handing me a paper. I take it, my face going dark. I read it, it was a normal day.

"YES!" I hear Palette scream looking at his schedule, his star eyes glowing lightly. I giggle, So cute! I swear, he's so hot and adorable! I smile brightly.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked, giggling slightly. Callie came running over, 'accidentally' pushing me.

"Oh, sorry!" She said. The disgust in her voice mostly covered up with that fake sugary sweet voice of hers. She grabbed onto Palette's arm. "What got you so hyped?" She asked sweetly. I growl lightly, mumbling curses under my breath.

"Goth! Look at my schedule!" He was in most of my classes. I hand him my schedule. He smiled even more. He hugged me tightly, making me laugh and smile. "We're in most of the same classes! We even have the same art class, with my mom!" Palette exclaimed, chuckling slightly. His laugh is so cute, right? I think, breathing in his sweet and fresh smell. I sigh dreamily, in a little daze.

"Well, we should get to class." Callie growled, pulling Palette away from me.

~<{*Time~--~Skip*}>~

"MOM! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" I yelled as I get home, closing the door quietly.

"What's up sweetheart? How was your day?" My mom, Geno, asked me, my dad, Reaper, following close behind him.

"My day was good, normal. But I got this weird feeling earlier today." I whisper the last part.

"Oh! You're in love!? I'm so proud Goth!" Mom exclaimed hugging me. I chuckle.

"No, uh, I'm pretty sure love is a nice feeling. This was more like being stabbed a thousand times in the heart, then it was ripped to shreds and stomped on, last it was spat on like it was nothing. That's what I felt today." I said, in detail so they knew how I felt.

"Oh, yeah. I used to get that feeling." Dad said, sighing.

"When were you jealous of someone, Reap?" Mom laughed kissing him gently on the cheek. "You know I love you more than anything!" He added, wrapping his arms around Dad, staring lovingly at him.

"Babe, that's not important right now, let's focus on the situation at hand." Dad said, kissing Mom after, making Mom blush. He just nodded and turned to look at me. "So, Goth, you were jealous?!"

"Of who? Do you like the person who you didn't like that person you were jealous of around?" Mom asked.

"Um...I may like them...? I was envious of a girl named Callie. She was always around...him." I sigh dreamily as I think of Palette. Then I thought of Callie always being around him. "Ew, she is so gross." I whisper. Mom squealed.

"Reaper! Our baby's in love! Omg! What's his name?" Mom squealed, jumping up and down. He ran over to me, hugging me ecstatically.

"His name is Palette..." I say. His name felt nice just coming out of my mouth. Mom and Dad froze.

"P-Palette? Like Palette Roller?" Mom said with worry overlapping every bit of excitement that used to be present.

"Uh, yeah? Maybe; I don't remember what his schedule said or what the teacher said when his name was called." I say, looking questionably at them. "Why? What's up?"

"Well, I don't think Error is very fond of us. Palette was originally Ink and Dream's child. But they separated and then Ink married Error, soon after having a child named Paperjam or PJ, who also goes to your school. They have a small difference in age. Palette is older, obviously, but not by that much. Like 1/2 a year or 1 year I believe. But, like I said before, Error, like, internally judges us as parents and he half hates us. He definitely wouldn't like his son being with my/our son." Mom explained, bringing me over to the couch. Dad sat on my other side. Small tears clouded my vision.

"S-so I can't every be with him?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

"Well, it's been a while since we've seen them, plus, you never know, anything is possible. Error and Ink are a good example of that. The creator and the destroyer, together, with their own children." Mom sighed, gripping onto my hand. "But, I believe you can be with him, if you can make him fall in love with you too. I mean, it happened with me and your father. He made me fall for him, really bad." Mom smiled at Dad shyly. Dad just laughed in response.

"Yeah, your right mom. You never know." I said, wiping away my tears. Maybe I still had a chance.

(867 words! That's the most I've ever written! Including this, it's 878)