Gradient got up, rubbing his eyes. He opened the door, going to Vux's room. He knocked on the door, Vux opening it.

"Hey, what do you want for breakfast?" Gradient asked.

"What about pancakes?" Vux turned, looking at his clock.

"Okay, do you wanna help?" Gradient offered.

"I mean, if you don't mind teaching me...?" Vux awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, blushing lightly.

"I-I'd love to!" Gradient smiled brightly. 

"Okay, what kinda pancakes are we making?" Vux asked as he and Gradient walked over to the kitchen. 

"Let's try just vallina. But we can always do chocolate!" Gradient smiled sweetly.

"Chocolate sounds nice." Vux replied sheepishly.

"Okay! I do love chocolate, and pancakes! So you can just imagine how much I love chocolate pancakes!" Gradient smiled brightly at the thought of chocolate pancakes. His wifely love to cook made him forget to be nervous.

Vux giggled at his brightness. Gradient instantly got to baking, telling Vux to get him ingredients.

Palette came out of his room, confused.

"We're making chocolate pancakes!"  Gradient sang, still mixing the batter

"Oh, should I wake everyone up?" Palette wondered. Vux only nodded before continuing to follow Gradient's orders for the pancakes.

Palette opened Goth's room, smiling.

"Hm? What?" Goth sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes.

"Gothy!~" Palette sang, jumping onto the bed and on top of Goth.

"P-P-P-Palette?!" Goth exclaimed, still being only on his side. 

"Good morning!" Palette smiled brightly. Goth looked close to a grape, and he turned to be on his back.

"G-g-g-good m-morning, P-P-Palette..." Goth blushed brighter as Palette was pretty close to his face. 

"It's another great day, Bestie!" Palette finally lifted his hands, looking fairly victorious by his joyful pose. But this lead to Palette's crouch grinding down on Goth's. Goth hid his face as he panted quietly. Palette was so innocent, but what he was doing made Goth feel odd.

"C-c-can you g-get o-off..?" Goth asked politely.

"First, hug!" Palette hugged Goth, nuzzling his cheek.

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PJ had been told to get wake up Fresh and to get Goth and Palette from the room. He decided to get the affectionate friends first, opening the door.

Palette had been hugging and nuzzling Goth, not minding how much his rubbing onto Goth. Goth, on the other, feminine hand, was panting and holding in all of his moans.

PJ opened the door when Palette grinded Goth the right way, causing him to moan loudly. Everyone was surprised, blushing brightly.

"I'll come back later..." PJ muttered, closing the door and running to Fresh's room to wake him up.

"W-what was that?" Palette looked away, sweating slightly.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't m-mean t-to!" Goth hid his face with his hands, blushing a bright purple.

"I-its fine..." Palette didn't want to say anything about how cute Goth's moan was.

"D-d-do you hate m-me n-now..?" Goth looked away as well, his face burning.

"W-what?! O-of course n-not!" Palette exclaimed, looking back at Goth.

"Y-you don't...?" Goth fiddled with his fingers.

"Of course not! You're my favorite person, so I could never hate you! Never ever!" Palette exclaimed, blushing a bright green and yellow.

"T-thank you, P-P-Palette..." Goth mumbled dreamily, shrinking into his scarf.

"Uh-huh... how did I get you to make that noise..?" Palette asked, slightly panting.

"When you rubbed me... but at an angle, I guess..." Goth mumbled. Palette shifted his body slightly. "What are you doing?"

"Just let me try this." Palette bit his bottom lip, grinding on Goth.

"Pal- AHHH!!!~" Goth moaned, his entire body heating up. He panted, his tongue lolling out. Palette wasn't scared of the moans anymore. They were good screams.

Goth moaned and panted as Palette grinded against him. It was heaven for the both of them. They shared total bliss in the heated room.

"G-Gothy~ H-hah~ I-I feel w-weird~" Palette panted.

"L-like ahh!~ A-a knot in y-your s-stomach?~ Ohh~" Goth moaned, wrapping his legs around Palette's waist, grinding back.

"Y-yeah~ D-do you feel it t-too?~" Palette held Goth's hands, pressing them to the bed.

"Uh-huh~ Palette~ H-harder~" Goth moaned louder, thumping his crouch.

Palette did the same, their crouches rubbing and grinding, making Goth shivering in pleasure.

"Gothy!~ Ah!~" Palette moaned louder.

"Pally!~ Harder!~" Goth begged.

"Gothy!~" Palette thumped harder, loosing control of his body as he thumped and thumped.

"Hey! Keep your pants on until fucking breakfast!" Fresh burst through the door. His face heated up as both Goth and Palette turned to him, panting.

"F-Fresh! Umm..." Palette got off of Goth. 

"You kids fucking?" Fresh chuckled. Goth hid his face with his scarf, cuddling into Palette. 

"W-what? W-we were j-just having some f-fun...?" Palette hugged Goth to hide his embarrassed best friend.

"Fun? Your moans sounded like a little more than just 'some fun' it sounded like you two were making a kid." Fresh rolled his eyes.

"That's not how you make babies!" Palette exclaimed. Ink had always told him babies were made of magic and paint. That was how Palette was made, anyways.

Fresh was dumbfounded by this.

"Whatever. Just keep your clothes on and eat some damn breakfast." Fresh didn't even care anymore.

Goth and Palette soon got up, awkwardly going to the counter.

"So, what were you two doing?~" PJ smirked, raising his eyebrows smugly.

"E-eh?!" Goth and Palette both turned away, blushing brightly. PJ burst out laughing and Fresh snickered at him.

"What're you laughing at?" PJ growled at Fresh.

"Your weird ass laugh!" Fresh sneered. PJ stuck one of his tongues out, pissed off. Fresh stuck out all seven in response, smirking. PJ was taken aback by that action, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Hey Jam, don't you have different colored tongues as well?" Palette smirked smugly, crossing his arms. He knew PJ hated showing his tongues, so it was good revenge.

"No-"

"Hey, show me!" Fresh smiled, interested.

"My single tongue is just weirdly colored." Paperjam lied.

"Single doesn't mean three!~" Palette sang, pissing off his brother.

"Come on, man up and show 'em!" Fresh pressured.

"No, I have nothing to show!" PJ looked away.

"PJ, I know Mom hates them, but he doesn't need to know. They're cool, really!" Gradient piped in.

"Gigi! You're supposed to have my back!" Paperjam yelled at his twin.

"What?" Gradient defended.

"Show us! Come on!" Fresh pressured more, making PJ look away.

"Fine. Just don't tell anyone..." PJ muttered. Vux had been interested in it and leaned against the counter. 

Paperjam sighed, sticking out three tongues. The right one was yellow, the middle one was blue, and the left one was pink. He felt uncomfortable, so he tried pulling them back before Fresh grabbed PJ's face, holding his mouth open.

"Yours are weird as fuck, holy shit!" Fresh chuckled, still staring at PJ's tongues. A bright pink took over PJ's freckled face as his face was burning like a fire as he pushed Fresh away.

"W-what the Hell?!" PJ exclaimed. He tightened his lips, looking to the side, embarrassed.

"What? Why're you so scared? Not like having multiple colored tongues makes you a monster. They're cool!" Fresh rolled his eyes, smirking.

"Shut up!" PJ barked. He looked away. Gradient sighed and served the pancakes.

They ate breakfast and PJ was quick to leave once he finished. Fresh shoved the last pieces of his pancakes in his mouth and chased after him.

PJ had run to a Moonbucks. He ordered some coffee. Once he got it, he had walked out, checked around, and teleported away. It wasn't allowed to use magic on campus, so he had to make sure no one saw and hold tattle. Fresh ducked back into the alley, wondering where PJ was going.

PJ teleported in front of him, slamming his hand to the side of Fresh's head, sipping his pumpkin latte.

"What do you think you're doing?" PJ growled.

"Didn't you just break one of the biggest rules on school grounds?" Fresh smirked.

"You're stalking me, it will be excused." PJ barked. "Now, what do you think you're doing, stalking me?!"

"Nothing much. Just watching." Fresh rolled his eyes, shrugging.

"It's not just nothing!" PJ growled, squinting at Fresh.

"Would you shut up already?" Fresh groaned.

"Fine. If I caught you again, you'll get a handful!" PJ growled, backing away.

Fresh snickered, "Good luck~" and teleported away. 

PJ grumbled and went to the park. He got his paint and sat on a hill. 

Fresh watched as PJ made a flower.

So pretty. So colorful.

PJ gingerly put the rainbow flower in his hair, smiling to himself. He sat there for a moment with the beautiful creation in his hair. He sighed, throwing it to the ground and leaving.

Fresh was quick to grab the flower and go back to his room, hiding PJ's creation behind his alarm clock, grabbing his phone and acting casual.

"Hm. You did go home." PJ smiled, opening the door. Fresh rolled his eyes, but PJ couldn't exactly see it. He went to his own room, grumbling.

Paperjam blinked, surprised to see the flower on his pillow. He smiled, reaching over and grabbing the rainbow petaled flower.

During dinner, PJ finally came out of his room. Fresh felt his cheeks heat up when he saw PJ's hair. His long side bangs were tied into two braids, tied together in the back of his head. Tiny flowers of different colors were tied into the braids. From the front was read and went down to orange to yellow to green then cyan to blue and purple. Where the braids were tied with a pink flower. The rainbow petaled flower was in the front, keeping some bangs away from his face.

"Wow Jam! You look so pretty!" Gradient basically tackled PJ with a tight hug.

"Thanks, Gigi..." PJ mumbled, blushing. He wasn't used to complements in general, let alone his appearance.

"Not bad, nerd!" Fresh checked PJ up, his eyes hidden by his glasses. PJ looked pretty different, making him look much more feminine. A pink tank top, a blue short sleeved jacket, elbow length black gloves with yellow half-fingers, tiny blue rimmed, black shorts, and black tights under the shorts.

PJ smiled slightly in response. Fresh continued to check him out with his head mainly turned forward, keeping his elbows on the counter.

PJ sat on the seat next to him, seeing his order from the shitty fast food they decided to order from. He smiled, opening the box and beginning to eat.

"This is shit." Fresh muttered, eating some of his own food.

"That's the point." PJ shrugged. Fresh snuck a few glances at PJ and his curvy body. His thighs were thick in those tights. His ass seemed like it was too big for the tiny shorts. And PJ was fairly muscular. It was surprising to see such a seemingly skinny boy with some muscle on his arms. It was impressive.

"Well fuck me." Fresh shrugged, continuing to eat the shitty fast food. 'You wish~' PJ thought, snickering in his mind.

"We have more shitty fast food!!" The entirety of Lux'a dorm burst into Palette's.

"Great!" Palette smiled.

The ten teenagers all hung out, eating shitty fast food together and talking. Fresh talked to Starcross and Palette for the first half of the evening, speaking about sports. Starcross spent the rest comforting his socially-awkward cousin, keeping Crescent close under his arm. Palette joined in as Goth and Lux spoke while Belladonna spoke to PJ, especially about the flowers in his hair and flowers in general. Vux and Gradient were just hiding in the corner together, speaking about whatever they could, not wanting to separate. It was a good evening. So calm and sociable, a pleasant time.

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