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Four has ALWAYS. hated Two, no one was ever sure of why. He would always push them around, call them rude things, and talk about them behind their back to X. X was nicer to Two though. They got along way better than they and Four did. X would compliment Two on their outfits, hang out with them from time to time, which of course, made Four jealous. Now, although Four was mean to Two, they would keep on trying over and over again to be his friend, like saying hello and trying to converse with him, but Four would just ignore them and walk away.
It was morning, and Four and X were talking about tacos, then Two walked up to them. "Hello, gents!" They waved, smiling at them. "What do you want." Four snarled, "Four, be nice! Theyre just saying hello!" She says, nudging Fours shoulder, "Anyways.. Hello, Two!" She says back. Four rolls his eyes as X and Two talk, why does X even care about them, what do they have that he didnt? Four got up and walked away, X looked over to him. "Uh, I'm gonna go check on Four, talk to you later!" She gets up and walks towards Four and waves goodbye to Two, they wave back.
"Four, what's wrong?" She asks, catching up to him and walking by his side. "Nothing." He huffs, crossing his arms. "Four, talk to me. Is it because of Two?" She asks again, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes and no. You keep talking to them instead of me. I thought I was your only friend." He says, rolling his eyes again. "Four, I'm allowed to have other friends.. And you are too! Try talking to Two, you guys could be friends..!" X suggests. "Urgh.. I'll think about it. But its most likely to be a no." He says, still walking alongside X, he finds another bench and sits at it with X.
-fours pov-
They're so nice to me. Why can't I be nice back? Four thought to himself. Four would want to be friends with them, but something in him makes him hate them, and he doesn't know why. He wants them dead, he really does, he wishes that they never appeared in his life, that they never hung out with X, but he can't turn back time like that, no matter what he does, Two will always be there. Why was Four even jealous in the first place? He should be happy X is making new friends, not mad. Having friends is a good thing. Its not bad. So why can't Four just accept it. He pulled up his sleeve, his cuts were still there when he felt like this before. One day X would notice, and probably stop being friends with him because of it.
Why would she stop being friends with him because of it though? No idea, that's just what Four thinks. Four thinks a bunch of things, and it usually happens, so he's not going to risk showing X and telling her about his problems. She wouldn't care would she? Not sure, and not gonna risk it.
-twos pov-
I should check on Four, just to see if they're doing ok! Two thought as they teleported to the hallway Fours room was at and opened the door without knocking, they gasped at the sight they saw, "Four? What are you doing.?" They asked, walking slowly towards him. Four jumped at Twos voice and shuffled around quickly pulling down his sleeves, putting a blade behind him along with his arms, blood bleeding through his sleeves. "T-Two- get out!" He snarled. "Four.. Are you cutting yourself?" They asked, staying put where they were. Four shakes his head, "No!" He yelled. "Four-" "GET OUT!!" he yelled again. "FOUR-" they choked, "Four- are you ok?" They asked calmly, kneeling down. "Yes- I'm fine, just- just leave me alone." He snarled again. Two nodded and teleported out of the room, Four sighed.
Two went to X's room, and opened the door, X was reading a book. "Hey, X? We need to talk.."