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Its the day after Christmas, everyone was still hyped from the day before. At the breakfast table, OJ makes an announcement. Knife and pickle are barely paying attention, both submerged in their phones. All they hear is something about a new year’s trip away 6 hours away from the hotel, some kind of fun experience for…people? It was something about pairs and bonding. After OJ was done, knife nudges pickle. He says, in a whisper, “Dude, do you wanna go? I barely heard anything but it sounds fun.” Pickle responds in a hushed tone, “yeah sure, i barely heard anything either but it sounds way more fun than staying here.”
OJ notices their murmuring. “Is there something you would both like to share with the class?” God, they both thought OJ was so annoying, but they wanted to go on this trip anyways. He mentioned pairs so he would probably be spoiling paper the whole time. After some silence, knife responds. “Yeah so me and Pickle were talking, we wanna go on the trip.”
Everyone gasps.
Forks clinking onto the ground and some “omg’s” from around the table. Pickle and Knife both look at eachother, confused. OJ replies, clearly holding back a laugh. “Okay..go pack up, we leave at around 5:00 to 5:30.” Paper, stippling a laugh, opens his mouth to say something but OJ shushes him. “Paper, I don’t think they know what’s going on.” OJ says in a whisper. “Just let this play out.” He finishes. Paper gives him a nod. “Is there something you both would like to share with the class?” Knife says, mockingly. OJ gets annoyed. “Yeah whatever, go pack. Both of you.” Pickle follows up. “Okay dad.” He said, to top it off. Pickle and knife liked screwing around, especially with OJ.
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Up in their room, each pack their luggage (provided by OJ.) they were having a conversation about where they thought the location was and what they were going to do. A small silence washes over the room. “Why do you think everyone gasped when we said we wanted to go?” Said pickle. Knife thinks for a moment before speaking, the silence hangs in the air. Knife opens then closes his mouth repeatedly, unsure of what to say. After what felt like an hour, knife speaks. “I’m not sure, but it’s probably something stupid, don’t let it get to you, the truth will come to light sooner or later, trust me.”
Pickle was at a loss for words, although it was something simple, it was nice to hear coming from him… it made is heart flutter. Pickle had been feeling this way about knife for a few weeks now, unsure of what it was, Pickle didn’t mind it. Whatever the feeling was, it felt nice.
“Uh.. Pick? You doing good over there?”
“Huh? Oh sorry. I just.. spaced out.”
“It’s alright, make sure you’re doing okay.”
“Of course I will.”
The silence could stretch on forever at this point, nobody wanted to start a conversation, it would be to awkward. After the rustling of clothes being folded and stuffed into luggage wears off, it’s even more silent. You could grab it from the air if you wanted to. Knife suddenly picks up his luggage and carry-on, he rushed past pickle, he was drowning from awkwardness. Knife didn’t know what to say before leaving, he obviously didn’t want to abandon Pickle without saying anything. In a rush, Knife ended up blurting out what came to his mind first. “Ill see you downstairs dude, I love you.” After a few steps out the door, Knife stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what he had said. Both of their faces flushed, as if on que.
Knife turned around, a bit quicker than intended. He had dropped all his luaggage and put his hands slightly up.
“I didn’t mean— well i did mean it like in a friendly way..”
“Why not in the other way? I mean like—“
“Why would you want it in the other way?!”
“I DONT KNOW MAN!!”
“THATS KINDA WEIRD DUDE!”
That came out harsher than intended.
The silence of doom came back, heavier this time. You could feel it on your shoulders. “Pickle—“ but pickles scared expression stopped him from speaking. It was a mix of bewilderment, sadness and fear. “I’ll meet you downstairs, Knife.” Pickle said, turning around ad zipping up his luggage. despite Knifes guilt, he nodded and left with his bags.
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Downstairs, Knife looked like a total wreck. He couldn’t think straight. He wanted to apologize to Pickle so badly, but he didnt want to possibly make things worse. The clock read 5:15. 15 minutes to make it up to him, or he was in for an awkward car ride.
5:20. Down walked pickle, he had a smile on his face. But it looked off…forced, if you could say. Pickle looked happy, but also something else..worry? As Pickle came downstairs, he scanned the room until him and Knife locked eyes. Pickle walked up to Knife took a small step back out of guilt. After looking into each others eyes for a bit, they both blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m sorry.”
Shock written on both of their faces. They both spoke next, as if on que.
“It’s okay”
“Of course we can.”
They both looked at eachother. They glanced at the crowd next to them and quickly scooted away from them.
The clock read 5:25.
5 minutes to fix this mess.