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Being locked in a small confined space was not fun.
Match laid on her back and groaned dramatically. Nothing was any fun without Pencil. When will she get out of this stupid box? She looked up. No one was even looking at her. She groaned again. She heard all of the other people in the TLC sigh at her. Even though she knew they were annoyed with her, she decided to continue on. She needed some attention, or else she would practically die from boredom.
"I'm booored!" Match whined. Donut scoffed.
"We're ALL bored," Donut turned to her with an annoyed look on his face. "But we can't do anything about it. Sometimes you just have to deal with it."
Match rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah. And you're, like, SO good at that." Donut turned away. Match got up. She walked around in circles for a bit. She had to stimulate herself somehow. If only Pencil were there, then being trapped in there wouldn't be so bad. She missed her, a lot. Sure, she was friends with Book, Ruby, Bubble, and the other one, but Pencil was her best friend. She missed everything about her. The way she laughed, the way she talked. All of it entranced her. Match had never met someone she related to like that.
.....So why did Pencil brush her off earlier? For Needle of all people?
Match would be lying if she said that day wasn't stuck in her mind. The way Needle followed Pencil's every move like a lost dog. The way she smiled when Pencil hugged her, god, it was sickening.
Pencil had never hugged Match liked that. In fact, Match couldn't remember the last time Pencil hugged her at all.. She would always deny it when asked, but deep down she knew, and so did everyone else.
Match was jealous.
The commotion in the TLC afterwards was horrible. Match could feel the whispering between everyone. She knew that they were talking about Pencil and Needle. They were gossiping. She even heard Barf Bag call someone on her phone and talk about it. She heard the person on the other side of the line say that they thought Pencil and Needle were...
Match shook her head. That was ridiculous. They couldn't be. She didn't know why, but everytime she saw Pencil and Needle stand next to each other, smile at each other, it made her furious. That should be her next to Pencil. That should be her getting hugged. That should be her making Pencil laugh. Match felt her fists shake. She tried to calm herself down. She thought about Pencil next to her. Her leadership, her grace...her...everything, really. Her heart pained every second they weren't together. If Pencil was here right now, she would tell her about everything she missed, about how much she loved her, about how glad she was to see her again..
Sometimes, she would just stare at Pencil to admire her. She always felt a warmness on her cheeks whenever she daydreamed about Pencil. She would always get so happy, kicking her feet and hugging herself at the thought of hanging out with her. As Match thought more about Pencil, the more the warmness on her cheeks seemed to grow. She felt herself going pink in the face...
Match paused. For some reason, something felt wrong, but she couldn't find a word to describe it. She felt happy, yes. Elated, definitely. But those words didn't seem intense enough for how she felt about her. Match thought about it longer, then a thought came to her mind. Then another. And another. She had come to a realization. She put her hands in her head out of embarrassment.
She had a crush on Pencil.
Suddenly, she heard someone talking outside. It sounded like...Pencil! Match ran to the window, shoving away anyone in her path. She put her face up to the window, but something was wrong. Indeed, Pencil was there. But so was someone else.
Needle.
Both of them were turned away from the LOL. Match banged on the window, but Pencil didn't seem to notice. Needle had a reaction, though. She flinched at the noise. It looks like she was resisting the urge to look back. It was almost like...
Match groaned in disgust. Needle knew that Match was knocking on the window for Pencil, didn't she? She just didn't say anything. Match stared at them as they talked and laughed and giggled, her gaze practically burning a hole through the window. Then, she saw something.
Needle laid her hand down next to Pencil. Pencil took her hand. Pencil leaned over, putting a hand on Needle's cheek. And then she kissed her.
Match couldn't watch anymore. Just ask quickly as she ran to the window, she ran away from it. Her body was trembling as she nearly fell to the floor. She sat down in the corner. Her mind was filled with the image of them. She hated it. She hated Needle.
She felt a tear escape her eyes. Great, she was fucking crying. In front of a crowd of people who were just gossiping about her the other day. Through the tears that flowed from her eyes and ruined her makeup, she thought she saw Barf Bag dial someone's number. She started loudly sobbing, flopping on her side. She hugged herself. Not like Pencil would do it. She didn't even dare look out the window during the challenge to see Pencil. Her sobs slowly turned into incoherent whimpering.
She felt so tired. She wiped the tears with her sleeve. Great. Now her shirt was all wet. She didn't even try anymore. She let the tears escape her. It hurt thinking about Pencil now. She felt betrayed.
All she wanted was to grab her attention.