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Pen was bored out of his mind, sitting on his bed and scrolling Instagram. He sighed and sat up, deciding he wouldn’t rot away in his bed today, he’d do something productive! He smiled, and hopped off his bed, walking to his door and opening it.
He walked through the hall, putting his phone in his pocket. He walked past his older sister’s room, and peeked in, seeing Pencil on the phone probably with one of her girls. He smiled and closed her door a bit, before walking off to the kitchen.
He entered the kitchen, and opened the cabinet, moving stuff around until he found a pack of gummy-bears, he grinned and grabbed them, immediately opening them. He shut the cabinet, and walked over to the living room. He saw his little brother, Marker, watching a show. He sat down next to him, and looked at the TV.
”Whatcha’ watching, buddy?" Pen asked, a sweet tone to his voice.
Marker perked up at the sound of Pen, and hugged him, burying his face in his chest. Pen giggled and hugged his little brother back.
"I made some new friends at school!! They showed me this new show called ‘Death Prevention 101!’" Marker turned his attention back to the TV, and Pen tilted his head.
Marker was a 7th grader, going into 8th. He didn’t know anyone interested in preventing death expect for some group of juniors at his highschool. He shrugged it off, deciding not to debate it to much. Marker crawled into his lap, and clung to his older brother.
Pen didn’t mind. He was just glad his brother felt safe. He wrapped his arms around his brother, and closed his eyes to doze off for a bit.
Pen woke up a few hours later, looking at the clock. It was 1pm, and Marker had gone off to the backyard to play with dirt. Again. He sighed and stood up, making sure Marker was okay, before heading back to his room. He shut the door, and pulled out his phone.
He clicked on his messages, noticing he had a bunch missing from the Bro’s GC. He clicked on it, reading the missed ones.
BRO’S GROUP CHAT ‼️
STRONG_DUDE: that’s not how fucking gravity works bro
PRANKSTERGUY: yes lol
Thats EXACTLY how it works my man
ALLCAKE_ISG0OD: whatchu yapping abt now
PRANKSTERGUY: sb is questioning my authority
STRONGDUDE: ok shortie
PRANKSTERGUY: tf did u just call me
FUCKING big foot
ALLCAKE_ISG0ODCAKE: on god anytime yall speak my brain melts
PRANKSTERGUY: what brain
STRONGDUDE: 😂 😂
PENISLAND (YOU): hiii guys :D
PRANKSTERGUY: sup penny boy
PENISLAND (YOU): hii blocky ^_^
ALLCAKE_ISG0ODCAKE: what uppp
STRONGDUDE: yo
PENISLAND (YOU): yall wanna hang out td??
I am soooooo bored L_L
PRANKSTER: sure mannn
ALLCAKE_ISG0OD: yh
sounds fun ngl
ive been inside all day
PRANKSTERGUY: I’ll b there soon
PRANKSTERGUY HAS GONE OFFLINE
STRONGDUDE: yah c u losers soon 🙄
PENISLAND (YOU): baiiii!!! ^_^
Pen clicked off the messages app, smiling. He should probably get some snacks ready, maybe clean his room a bit. He stood up and began picking up the trash laying around his room, grossed out at the yogurt wrappers.
Next, he grabbed a duster and stood on his tippy toes, dusting off his posters. He stopped for a second, looking at them. He had a poster of Tom Cruise, holding a mini boat. He cringed at it, but decided against ripping it off. He dusted off his Brittney Spears poster next, no way was he ripping that off, it was signed!!
"It’s not gay if im wearing socks.." He mumbled to himself, and set the duster on his dresser, heading out of his room. It took a minute, but he eventually came back in, kicking the door open and holding a few bowls. One of them was full of the gummy-bears he’d not finished, one had some trail mix, and the other had some leftover jello he’d made a few nights ago.
He sighed, finally putting the bowls down onto the floor, his room looked good! At-least—better than before. He would’ve always wanted his room to be clean, especially for his bros. He couldn’t make a bad impression, it’d look bad on him!
Pen heard the doorbell, and smiled, dashing out of his room and to the door. However—as he opened it, he wasn’t met with a bro.. He was met with Ruby and Book, he smiled, and let them in, pointing to Pencil’s room, assuming there were there for him.
Then, Pen heard a voice come from the hallway. "Did you run to the door?" Pencil tilted her head, "Do you feel stupid?" She laughed, as she turned on her heel, and she’d taken her friends to her room.
Pen rolled his eyes, and leaned against the door, waiting for the next knock. Hopefully he wouldn’t look like an idiot the next time. A few minutes pass, and another knock is heard. He opened the door, and his smile returned, seeing Snowball. He grinned, fist-bumping his bro.
"SB! Nice to see you man, my rooms over there if you wanna settle in!" Pen pointed to his room, and Snowball smirked.
"Sure, I got nothin to do really other than that." Snowball walked past Pen, heading to his room. Snowball saw Pencil in her room, flipping her off and giggling, walking to Pen’s room.
Pen giggled at the sight as well, finally that bitch got what she deserved. Ahem—anyway, he heard a voice at the door, and turned, seeing Ice Cube and Match, He smiled, moving out of the way, letting them in. Match looked at Pen, then to the hallway.
"Hey, like, which one is Penc-Penc’s room again?" She asked, looking at the taller male in front of her. Pen silently pointed to the first one, and Match walked by him, not saying anything. Ice Cube followed her, but felt her shoes untied. She looked embarrassed, not knowing how to tie them.
Pen saw this, and smiled, "You don’t have to keep your shoes on, you can leave them by the door!" He moved a bit, point to their shoe rack. Ice cube didn’t say much, she mumbled a: "thank you", before walking to Pencil’s room after taking the shoes off.
Pen felt someone jump onto his back, and turned around, seeing Blocky and Eraser.
"B-Blocky!! Get off me!" Pen shouted, hearing Blocky giggle evilly, finally releasing Pen from his grasp, before looking at Eraser.
Pen turned around, finally looking at the two boys behind him, he pointed to his room, and began walking.
"I think he’s mad, Raser." Blocky laughed, and followed Pen, alongside Eraser.
Pen crossed his arms, turning his head and sticking his tongue out, "I-I am not mad! Just upset you jumped on my poor back." Pen replied, not trying to look weak.
"Yeah, what I said. Mad." Blocky giggled again, elbowing Eraser. Pen rolled his eyes, and opened his bedroom door, seeing Snowball on the ground, texting on his phone. He looked at the other men, grinning.
Eventually, they all settled in, but none of them knew what to do really. It was silent for a bit, before Blocky grinned, suggesting a game that Pen had never heard of.
"We should play 7 minutes in heaven." He said, grinning.
Snowball groaned, "That game is for wimps and gay people!" Shoving Blocky away from him, crossing his arms.
Pen cut in, "You’re being a wimp by not playing, dumbass." He giggled, and Snowball growled at him, Pen immediately backing off of him.
They got settled again, and sat in a circle. Pen had grabbed a bottle, setting it in the middle, "Alright—anyone have anything to say? Questions?" Blocky asked, looking at everyone. They stayed silent, and Blocky spun the bottle.
It spun for a few seconds, before landing on Pen. He was a bit shocked, before recovering, feeling himself being pushed, he looked behind him, and saw Snowball pushing him. He was smirking, and finally shoved Pen into the closet, alongside Blocky.
"Come on! Don’t be a wimp!" Snowball mocked what Pen had said earlier, closing the closet doors.
Blocky sat up, and looked at Pen. "Welp—guess we’re stuck in here." Blocky looked at Pen, and smirked.
"Wanna kiss?" Blocky said, jokingly. Pen’s face immediately turned red, and he frowned at his friend, kicking him lightly.
"BLOCKY! Don’t say stuff like that.." Pen mumbled, turning away.
It was silent for a while, and Pen had a second to get his thoughts gathered. He’d never taken in Blocky’s features, his eyes were a pretty shade a green.. And his facial structure was similar to Eraser’s..
What was he thinking.. He couldn’t be falling for his best friend, could he? Even if he’s incredibly hot? No! Pen wasn’t gay.. He was straight! As straight as a line.
.
.
.
Pen was falling for his best friend. He couldn’t deny it much longer, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, everything about Blocky was.. Perfect..
Pen was cut off from his thoughts, when he felt a his shoulder being tapped.
"Yo? Earth to Penny~!" Blocky yelled in his ear, "You trippin’ or something? What’s up with you!" Blocky asked, leaning closer to Pen.
Pen’s paused for a second, and looked at Blocky. He couldn’t just say: “oh hey blocky! I really like you—but don’t think of me any differently after I confessed!”
Pen turned red again, and this time, Blocky grinned, that stupid—shit eating grin. He leaned closer, getting up in Pen’s space, whispering in his ear.
"Why so red, Pen?" Blocky whispered, and Pen shoved him off lightly. After a minute, Pen found his voice again.
"D-Dude.. It’s because you’re all up in my space!.." Pen stuttered a lot, and looked back to Blocky, who was now looking at Pen, in his eyes.
"So? It’s not the only time that I’ve been up in your space. You’ve been acting kind of weird all day anyway, seeming like.. You are hiding something?" Blocky asked, a bit more serious now.
Pen looked at him, and looked down. "Hey.. Weird question, what’s your sexuality?" Pen asked,
"I’m bisexual. I lean a bit more towards men though. Why? You tryna date me?" Blocky smirked, and Pen kicked him in his shin again.
Pen turned bright red once again, three times in a row now, before he spoke, "S-Shut up Blocky! You know-"
Pen was cut off by Blocky kissing him, Pen was suprised for a minute, but eventually melted into the kiss, feeling Blocky wrap his arm around his waist.
They broke apart after a minute, Blocky a bit flustered as well, "I think we’re gay." Blocky said, leaning his head on Pen’s chest. Pen rolled his eyes, and hugged Blocky.
Outside the closet, Snowball handed Eraser $35 bucks, groaning.
"I knew they were gonna kiss," Eraser said, taking the money and laughing.
Pen didn’t hear them, as he was too busy trying to not freak out, "So.. What are we now?" He asked, a bit nervous.
Blocky looked at him which a: “are you serious rn?” type of face.
"I suppose we’re dating now, isn’t that what kissings for?" Blocky whispered, and Pen gulped, fidgeting with his hands nervously.
"I-I’d like that." He said, a smile creeping up on his face.