September 19

Pj sighed, closing his locker and looking down on the white floor. His hand still on top of his cold locker as he stood there looking at the ground.

...

He let out an sigh as he let go of his locker and although he was late to class; he decided to go anyway. With a tired look, he Took out his schedule and checked for his next class.

Art.

His heart skipped a beat. Slight sweat run down his forehead as his heartbeat slightly increased... He looked wide-eyed on the poor paper.

Pj quickly shoved his schedule in his pocket and started running through the hallway, not minding taking the supplies for the subject.

He kept running, his footsteps sound and the teachers muffled rumbling through the classes were the only things that could be heard through the hallway. He made one last quick turn, almost slipping in the progress, as he slammed Art's class door open.

Ignoring Ink's scolding and his worried fangirls screeching, he instantly looked at his and yours desk,

...No one.

He pants, everyone's talking was completely muffled to his ears as he stood there wide-eyed looking at your empty seat.

His expression changed to a frown as he looked down on the floor, clenching his fists.

"...Damn it."

After the incident, it's only been one day and here he was, running around like an idiot to find you. Why was he even searching for you?! He doesn't care what you do anyway! If you don't want to come to school or see him in general then its fine! Whatever!

It's not like he regrets what happened yesterday! He has done this to others countless of times!

Not like you are any different!

...

He narrows his eyes towards the cafeterias wall, as he eats his sandwich. A bird monster with big classes and ginger fur passed by the wall Pj was glaring at, he notices Pj and started running towards his table, he must have misunderstood and thought Pj was glaring at him.

Pj noticed, and softened his look, resting his lips on the palm of his arm, looking at his table embarrassed.

"What's up with you?" Undyne asked putting more pressure on the 'you' part, as she sat beside him with a bored look eating her own lunch.

Pj looked at her finishing his sandwich. He swallowed and sighed after, putting his hands on his skull, massaging his temples.

"I think... I did something really wrong..."

Undyne gave him a questioning look, as she took another bite of her lunch.

"What did you do? You look really down about it, so it must be important.."

Pj growled and pushed his back on the chair, making it stand on two legs, startling Undyne! He put his hands on his pockets before looking away.

"It's nothing..!"

You are not important...

"Wow, mood." Undyne commented taking one more bite of her food. Pj clicked his tongue with a 'tch' and kept his eyes on the opposite direction.

Undyne started looking around the room, like she was searching for something, or rather someone...

"Where's that nerd (Y/N) anyway? Its weird not seeing you two scream your lungs out like usual.."

Pj flinched at the mention of your name and started sweating, still ignoring eye contact with Undyne.

Undyne turned to look at him, seeing that he wasn't looking at her.

"Oi, Pj! I'm talking to you!" She stands there getting no answer before realizing something. Her poker face turned into a sly smirk as she scooted closer to Pj.

"Maybe that 'important problem' of yours, has something to do with her?" She asked, elbowing him. He flinched, seems like she hit the spot.

Pj still ignoring eye contact, growled, got up to 'throw his trash' and with no farther words, he walked away stopping the conversation there.

He threw his trash and took a walk among the hallways thinking deeply to himself while waiting for the bell to ring. He got out on the yard and kept walking around. Passing the treehouse, he tried to not look at it; he tried to ignore everything that reminded him of you in general...

God! You just kept showing up on his mind and whenever he thought of you, he felt a bad sensation in his gut like he did something wrong!
..Which he didn't...
Its what jocks do anyway, he's been doing it years now, not like anything will stop him!...

He was so deep in thought; that he didn't notice the 'thud' sound behind him.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder making him yelp; they shoved him roughly on the grass, pinning him down.

He started struggling and glared at the person, but as soon as they made eye contact, he stopped his attempts to flee.

"We need to talk."

Blue's face was completely dark, a shadow covering his whole expression, the only thing manageable to see was his glowing eyes that were glaring directly at Pj's.

"B-Blue, let me explain!"

"What is there to explain? You can't possibly find an excuse for this! Can you?!"

It was true, Pj couldn't find an excuse for this, he wasn't able to think of anything and of course, the truth would only make things worse. Did he even know (Y/N) was getting bullied by them?! And especially since this is Blue we are talking about, he must be really careful with his words.

He has known Blue for a year now, and although he may be a trouble maker, an easy-going kid and high on sugar.. He's the scariest thing existed when it comes to hurting his friends.

Wait! Why does Pj even need an excuse for this?!

Pj started struggling once again, "Whatever! I don't care what happens to that nerd anyway! Let me go, I have nothing to do with this!"

Blue's eyes twisted as he harshly gripped harder on Pj's wrists. "I knew it..!" He growled. "I knew from the very first start I saw you that you were a threat! You are lucky Undyne, Skategirl and the others like you, or I would've beaten the shit out of you by now..!"

Pj glared up at him with a forced grin.. "Oh please.. And what could you possibly do to me?" he was overdoing it, and he knew it. He knew he was putting salt on the wound, he knew! But he didn't stop.

For his pride and fame, he didn't stop.

"Look here, dipshit." Blue said sternly. "Since you hate her so much then why do you bother?! Just leave her the fuck alone and she'll do the same! You only hurt her, what the hell do you hope to gain from it?! Are you just enjoying seeing people in pain?? Seeing them break down piece by piece and cry their lungs out?! What kind of sick bastard are you?! There must be some kind of mercy in you! Some pity in that stupid empty skull of yours!"

Pj was speechless and staid silent trying to think of the right comeback.

"S-She started it in the first place!" He lied.

"And you are continuing it!"
"She didn't stop either!"
"AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HER?!"

Blue basically spat at Pj's face.

"You don't know anything! You don't know the shit she's been through! The pain she had to get through to be here, to be in this goddamn school! And then assholes like you had to come and completely ruin it!"

'What does he mean...? What kind of pain did she have to get through to come to school?'

"But oh- who am I kidding?" Blue let a laugh of disappointment. "How could a kid like you understand? You always had what you wished for. Everything is going the way you want it to go, because you are 'charming' and 'funny'.

Well let me tell you,"

Blue glared at him in disgust. "Not every problem can be solved by those things.

This isn't some kind of game for you to 'restart' and correct your mistakes. You can't always have things your way, and for sure if you keep going on the same path you are now, then for sure you won't have a 'happy ending'.

How about you stop being so selfish and think of others for once?"

Blue panted and looked down at the stunned Pj. He decided to stop here, thinking that he probably gave some information he shouldn't have. And besides he knows that he'll probably lose his temper mid-way and will start a fight.

The last thing he wanted was being another burden for (Y/N) to worry about.

Standing up, he took one more glance back at the jock,

"Don't even think about taking a step towards her direction. Or I'll make sure you won't have any legs to do it again."

With that, He walked away. Pj was too stunned to answer, still preceding all the words and information that had been thrown at him.

He slowly stood up, looking back down at the grass. His thoughts were cut off and was startled by the bell ringing!

Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he has been holding, he looked forward not seeing a sigh of Blue...

There has only passed two hours, but it felt like years to him.

He hadn't and still does not realize how much slower time passes without you.

"Pj Dear! Come down here and greet your brother!" Pj groaned. He was lying on his bed, facing the ceiling. He had been having a really bad day so far. From all the things he was willing to put up with today, this was the last one.

"P-" "IM COMING!" he yelled in a harsh tone, muttering a small 'god..' under his voice. He pulled his legs to the side of the bed, standing up and feeling a little dizzy at first. Waiting a bit so he won't fell face-first on the floor, he made his way towards the door and walked down the stairs down the couch, all while having a glare on his face.

He crossed his hands together, seeing how his parents were all around this ...stranger, asking questions like no tomorrow... Like, chill.. He wasn't gone for that long..

They didn't seem to notice him, which made his temper rise even more. But except of rage, there was a small part of sadness in him, seeing how his parents didn't give the slightest glance towards him...

The stranger did though, which snapped Pj out of his thoughts.

"Hello Pj! How ya doin?" Palette asked with a warm smile, the best he could make. Both Ink and Error smiled down at their son, before turning to look at Pj, waiting for the taller to greet his brother.

...

"...Whatever." He mumbled passing Palette whose smile changed in his usual face. He wasn't surprised of Pj's behavior; actually, he was kind of used to it by now.

After all, it's been like this for years.

"Pj! Don't talk like that to your brother!" Ink scolded giving Palette a side hug, as he slightly frowns towards Pj with a disappointed look. Error glared and placed a hand on his hip, as he saw his son go into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about this Pally, you know how he is..." Said Ink bending down a little cupping Palettes cheek.

Palette's smile returned back once more smiling up at his mother. "Its ok mom! I understand.." He looked towards the kitchen where Error had walked to.

...

"What do you want dad?" Pj asked his father, sitting on the chair, his back facing him. Pj already knew what he was going to say, honestly, it was getting tiring.

"Pj... I know. I know its hard and I understand" "NO! No you don't understand Dad! You never do!" He yelled getting up making a creak escape the chair, which was roughly shoved down on the floor.

He pants looking up at his father, who looked back down at him with a calm look. This all is too much pressure on him... he did not have the patience either the motion to have this conversation again.

"...Son, hear me out-" "I'm going to the store." He interrupted stomping with a quick pace towards the couch. Error held him by giving him a tight hug, which he responded by struggling to free himself.

"Let me go!!" "Pj, please listen to me for a second..!" "No! I'm not in the mood!! Don't you get it?! I'll never accept him!"

With that Error's hug weakened and Pj finally had the chance to break out of it.

He walked past him and made his way on the door, catching ink's and Palette's attention.

"I'm going for practice."

"But it's too ear-"

Ink was cut off by Pj leaving and shutting the door.

Yes, he does probably have half an hour before training starts, and although he usually goes by car with his dad, he decided to walk instead. Not only because he wasn't in the mood to fight with his father, but today was a really tough day, and he really needed some time on his own.

Was he doing the right thing? He knew he wasn't.

His parents are not in fault, and he knows that they themselves are going through a hard time. He should stop being so selfish and think about others more.. He should finally grow up all he does is cause trouble.

Ugh- Where did that even came from?? Pj had never been so against himself! He was always confident and easy-going because he knew that whatever was going wrong he would always find a way to fix it. It's really rare for him to be so regretful about his choices!!

...Speaking of regretful choices.
He really fucked up with (Y/N), didn't he?

Yes, he admits it. What he did was absolutely wrong and although it took him two whole days, he admits it.
She looked so... heartbroken, so infuriated..! So-
...
A flashback of your expression plays in his mind..

..So vulnerable.
...

Pj looked up from the floor to see that he had reached B.D.S...
Woah...He was so deep in thought he didn't even realize how far he had come.

Slowly, he made his way in and walked up the stairs. His eyes seemed to be glued on the floor once more, and when he looked up, he realized that the two red doors of the gym were already opened. He stopped walking.

He was kind of surprised. How where they open? Wasn't he early? Or was he that deep in thought that he hadn't even realized how much time had passed?
...Maybe his dad came to talk to him again..?

He lets out a big groan as he starts walking again. He makes his way in and glares at the person on the bleachers. "Dad I told you-"

His eyes widen to see no other than his buddy, (F/N) sitting on the bleachers and looking right back at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry my son, I didn't mean to annoy you." (F/N) mimicked Error's voice, and gave Pj a teasing smirk.

Pj let's out a soft chuckle, secretly relieved it wasn't his father and made his way towards (F/N) before saying,

"You're early."
"So are you."

Pj sat down beside him and smiled at (F/N), he intertwined his hands together on his lap, and looked down at them...

Your Pov.

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Asshole.

You bite your bottom lip and try to ignore eye contact with your 'buddy'.

The rage that runs into you cannot be put into words. More like into actions! He is such an- an-! Ugh!!- You came here early cause you figured that maybe you could take out your rage by doing some practice on your own, but nooo, of course not!

You growl as quietly as you could.

"hm?"

You slightly turn your head and look at Pj with an unreadable expression. "What?"

"You look...awful."
"Wow, thanks."
"No- wait! I didn't mean it like that. Its just-.."

He pauses, and inhales.

"You have those puffy dull eyes, and look so pale... besides, you are usually so, hyped, talkative, excited.. Its pretty unusual for you to be so.. Quite."

You look at him surprised, your eyes finally gaining some color. You sigh and look away.

"...It's nothing really..."
You mumble enough loud for him to hear.

He leans closer to you,

"Really now..? You know, you are pretty bad at lying."

Says the guy who can't recognize one of his friends from his worst enemy.

"Shut it! I'm fine! Just having a really bad day..." You huff.

Pj sighs and leans back on the bleachers.
"Seriously... What's wrong with everyone having a bad day today..?"

...You glare at him from the corner of your eye...

"...Are you?" You asked in suspicion.
Was he having a fun time? Bet he was. It's not like he gives a shit about what he did to you. About making you cry or about hurting Kody, Hah! Like hell he is! He probably shit-talked you cause you didn't go to school today!...
'Well I'm sorry but I my self have feelings..!' The thought of him calling you 'weakling' and 'crybaby' made you clench the bleaches on your side.

'Haha! Why are you crying?? Such a crybaby!'
You aren't weak!
'Know why everyone is abandoning you? Cause you're a waste, of, space. That's what you are (Y/N).'
You aren't useless!
'You think they would care if they knew? I bet they wouldn't stop me. Maybe they would even join-'

Your flashbacks got cut off by Pj answering.

Wow, so many thoughts run into your head, but in reality, only one second had passed.

"I-I!..." Pj opened his mouth ready to say something... But closed it and let out a sigh of frustration.
"Yes, Yes I do."

You look at him with a questioning look.
"Why is that? Did someone annoy you? Tell me and I will beat their ass." You joked making him chuckle a bit.

"..No I just-...I think I just did something horrible."
"...What would that be?"

He puts his head in his hands and stays silent...

"You know you can always talk to me..." You reminded.

"W-Well its just- so many things happening at the same time..! Firstly that Nerd then Blue! My parents- Palette! And I just- don't know how to deal with all of this..."

He sighs. A big moment of since passes by, before Pj broke it.

"There is this kid in school that I've always hated and she hates me too. We always fight. But only arguments, we don't hurt each other physically..."

He mumbled 'usually' but you didn't hear that.

'liar...'

You hummed to signal him that you were listening.

"Well, I..I probably went too far and-"
'probably?!'
"-hurt someone she cares about. She didn't come to school today and I.. I was w- a bit worried."

This relieved you, knowing that he didn't spread rumors about you.
But except of that, no matter how horrible he looked, he didn't sound the slightest sorry.

He paused before taking his head out of his hands. He pulled his knees up and sat on a cross like position, hugging his bag for comfort.

"...She...She was really mad.."
'No shit Sherlock.'

He sighs. "She looked like a part of her, had actually broke. When we hurt that person, it seemed like... a piece of her own heart was being ripped off."

You flinch.

'And its all because of one persons fault.'

'because of one person.'

'one person.'

'one.'

'one.'

'one.'

"We've always been fighting but she always had that- that spark in her eyes! That- passion!... The only passion I saw that day was passion of hatred..."

He pauses so he could think of the right words for his next sentence.

"And-...well... I guess, I'm so- okay I'm really sorry."

...

"I'm worried about her.. Yes, I still hate her and her guts, but to be honest.. I kind of miss her.
The fights we had in the hallway and those rare times that we laughed...
I still hate her don't get me wrong... but still..

I miss her..."

He looked over at you to see that you were not responding, not even moving or looking at him. He couldn't really see your face since you kept it down.
He sighs.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"You are not a bad person Pj."

You placed a hand on his head and pet him slightly. The action startled him and he quickly turned his head and attention to you.

"And if that punk has eyes, then she'll see that."

"Then I just hope she isn't blind..." Pj played along, making you chuckle.

"Damn right!" You said and gave him a big smile.

He's eyes widen. That smile of yours made him somehow feel comfortable, in place, it felt so...

Endearing.

You get up and stretch your hands. "Welp-" You stand in front of him and pulled your hand out with a smile.

"Are you up for a match?"

He smirked and took your hand, while you pulled him up making him stand up.

"It's on."

You've been playing for a while now, and you've got a better taste of Pj's way of playing.

Negative side; he is slow. He can't run really fast, and has trouble dodged attacks which will be a problem and might result to him getting seriously injured. He is also having a hard time to scanning the field and usually looks at what is right in front of him and not around him. Trouble at jumping so he is usually throwing the ball instead and also wont listen to anyone, or take orders, usually does what he thinks is right.

Good parts; he is really strong; he would probably easily win games like wrestling, which is amazing considering this coming from a skeleton with no muscles.
He's really quick-minded and comes up with ways to escape his opponent quickly. He also is really good at targeting where to shoot, which gives him the chance of shooting from big distance making it really hard for you to stop, considering your height, but with your jump, no matter how high he'll throw it, you'll always catch it.

Huh...

He is good at everything you aren't.

The missing piece of you.

You try to block Pj's way who taps the ball on the grunt in the same pace. He smirks while you pant and keep your eyes glued on his legs to see where he was going to go.
...Left? Right?

He suddenly jumps! You immediately jump up but then realized he wasn't holding the ball anymore.
And before you know it, a tap was heard from behind you.

When your feet touched the floor, you look behind you to see the ball bouncing under the basket.

(Groan..)

Pj laughs while you whine. You glare at the ball as you slowly make your way towards it and pick it up.

His laugh dies down while he wipes a tear as you walk towards him with a sigh.

"You know..." He starts, taking the ball out of your hands, making you look up at him.

"You shouldn't look at my feet, but my eyes."

He said pointing at his eyes, slightly sweating.

"What?- Why? That doesn't make any sense. If I'm concentrated in your eyes, I won't be able to pay attention at the field or his hands- what if he makes a pass? I won't even notice it!"
"By where I'm looking you can understand where I'm going."
"Not everyone looks at the direction they are going."

He smiles and takes your hand.

"Yeah, you can't always understand where they go.
But..."

He grips your hand and leans a bit closer.

"You can feel it."

He looks deeply into your eyes with his own, you do the same, staring at his two different eye color.

You stay like that for a while, Pj looks at your (E/C) sparkling eyes, it was like they where glowing and they seemed... familiar.

He continued to stare at your eyes, inching closer to get a better look, and try to understand why they look so familiar...
...
That's until you stole the ball.

You victoriously laugh at him as he broke from his surprised gaze and looked behind him to see you already over his basket in the air-

You slam the ball into the basket and hang on it, swinging before letting it go making your feet landed on the floor once more.

You cheer and throw your arms up in the air!

"Eat this Star butt!"

Pj's surprised gaze turned into a laughing pit as you look back at him confused.

"Pff- Star butt??" He questions holding his stomach.

You blush and look at him shocked for a moment, before also laughing and rubbing the back of your neck.

"What..? I came up with it 'cause of the weird star thingy in your eye!" You exclaimed pointing at your own left eye.

"Y-Yeah but, star butt??" Pj repeated laughing harder and clenching his stomach.
You grin walking up to him while folding your arms together, looking down at Pj who was now, laying down on the floor.

"What? It suits you!" You tease making Pj look up at you while he wipes a tear.

"Hey! My eyes are just fine!" He protests but still with an idiotic smile on his face.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night dude." You laugh.

He grabbed your ankle and yanked it making you yelp in surprise and fell backwards.
Letting out an 'Oof' you smile glaring at the ceiling.
"You scared the living shit out of me!!"

He only laughed more in response. Both of you now lying on top of the hard wooden floor laughing.

This moment... You are enjoying hanging out with Pj, you really do... Laughing like no tomorrow, no one is here to judge you because you look different, because you are different. You feel so... comfortable. Something you truly cherish to feel more around people. And feeling comfortable around Pj makes you feel...

...Unease.

It makes you feel uneasy. Pj isn't your friend. He isn't and he never will be. Pj is your personal and very well known bully. Getting close to him is a really scary experience. What if you actually end up liking him? Wanting to be your friend? How are you going to deal with your feelings because for sure you aren't showing your true identity.

Pj is not someone you can trust. You should keep reminding this to yourself, reminding yourself not to get too fond of him. After all you have enough reasons to hate him, maybe he has a fun side and all but he isn't trustworthy.

Anyone at your place would say 'what?! How can you get fond of this guy?! After all his done to you? He is the one in fault for hurting Kody'

'He is the one in fault.'

'one.'

'one.'

'one.'

"Having fun without us?! You TRAITORS!"

A sudden shout broke the silence, as Pj slightly bent to see while you pulled your head back and saw the whole team upside-down getting through the door.

Burgerpants run towards Pj and placed a hand around his neck, with a teasing smirk. From the other hand, someone suddenly jumped on top of you making you 'Oof-' and pull your head up!

Ked laughed as you glared at him, a bit drool slipping out of your mouth. He got comfortable on top of you while you whipped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Suddenly, you flip him over and sit on top of him with a grin. He smirks with narrowed eyes as you both start fighting trying to top over each other.

What no one noticed was Pj's resistible stare.

"OKAY WORMS GET YOUR ASS'S UP!"

Error's demand made you all sit up. Some groaning while some others cheered. You jumped on your feet with a cheer and run towards the basket balls.

Pj and Error made eye contact.

...A uncomfortable silence runs through the two. As the kids passed them both, some stretching ready for practice.
Pj huffed and looked away, getting up.

You roll your strawberry lollipop around your mouth, laying down on the wooden floor, looking at Blue who stuck one more poster of Cayrake on the wall of the tree-house.

There was still half an hour before school starts, and in all honestly.. You really did not want that hour to pass.

You were scared...
What will you tell Pj? For sure, you wouldn't just go there and straight up forgive him. You'll have to act hard to get. Ignore him at first and once his temper is to the max, only then you'll sit and listen to him.

You want to make him apologize.
Make him apologize right in front of your face. To the real 'you', the person who got hurt and still does get hurt by his actions and his doings!

You want him to apologize to you.

Blue sighed looking at you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Making eye contact with him, many feelings dancing into his eyes...

He seemed... scared, sad, thoughtful, hurt...

Worried...?

Standing on your elbows with a questionable look, Blue immediately looked away, making you even more concerned...

It's a really rare thing to see Blue of all people being sad. Blue is a pretty cheerful guy. If he was to feel a bad feeling it would be mostly anger. Sad is something you honestly haven't seen in him for years, and you've know him a lot of years.

Only times he'd be sad is if something happened to Red, his family, or someone who he really cares about. He is also sad when he is either lying, or hiding something...

You glare at him, but sigh letting your expression soften. Maybe... Maybe its your imagination. Everything is going bad lately so its only natural for you to only think of bad things. After all, Blue always tells you when something is wrong! He promised he would never lie or hide something from you!

He promised, and you trust him.
There is no reason to worry.

"So... How's Kody doing?"

Blue broke the silence, slightly startling you.
You avoided eye contact, swallowing your saliva finding the wooden floor more interesting.

"He is fine, I guess.." You mumble.

"Have you visited him?"
"...Not really. I've been busy; you know... studies and stuff."

He came and sat besides you, sitting in a cross position. You roll your lollipop at the opposite cheek, as you saw a cowslip flying and setting itself at the place where you were staring at.

It had such a beautiful bright red color. Its wings shined from the light hitting its back, as it crawled towards you.

"...How do you feel about it?"
"About what?"
"About Kody. About what happened to him and of the where he is now."

...Kody.
After you left two days ago with Kody, you immediately went to Blue and shout for help. Blue was shocked seeing you of all people cry. You've been into many situations and still hadn't cried, being the strong and independent girl you are, it really freaked Blue out.

You and Blue took Kody to a vet to see his injuries. Apparently, he had broken 2 ribs and had cracked one...

Not even gonna explain how you felt about that.

Good thing is that he is... alive. They are now taking care of him although he is still unconscious, the sight of his chest going up and down signaling you that he is alive, gives you hope.

Sadly, you didn't have the money to pay the doctor. You don't have any and you cant afford to ask your brother to give any to you. He is already working hard and you are both in a crisis, you cant afford to spend any more money, really...

So Blue was kind enough to pay for the whole thing. You protested and told him that you'll find a way, but he refused nonetheless.
You made sure to thank him one billion times though.

"I... Don't really feel anything special about it."
"..." Blue sighed.

You placed your hand on the floor letting the cowslip climb on your index finger. You lift it up and gaze at it, as it walks.

"(Y/N), how do you feel about Pj?"

The answer came out of your mouth immediately as Blue ended his sentence.

"I hate him."

It was only the truth.
Yes, you forgive him.
Yes, you did laugh with him.
Yes, it was enjoyable hanging out at his house.

Do you feel any different?
No.

He is still the same shitface he was.
He's still bulling you and still the reason why showering has become a painful thing to do.
You don't trust him one bit and that opinion wont change.

Blue let a sigh... of relief..?

Isn't Blue supposed to be friends with Pj?
From all you've known so far, Pj is in the group Blue is hanging out, so...
Maybe he is just happy you are okay.

...Suddenly, Blue hugs you making the cowslip on your finger fly away.

You look at the wall in surprise, still not hugging back trying to process what is happening.

Blue tighten his grip on you, and with a small raspy voice, he mumbled

"I'm sorry."

You slowly wrapped your arms around his back, hiding your face on his shoulder as you hugged back.

"Everything is going to be fine."

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