Requested by: @ScarlettDoodles
Pairing: Palette x Cray

Sorry, you'll be able to see the plot coming from a mile away ;-;

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Palette was having an exceptionally horrid day.
He stomped up to his small bedroom in the newly-bought flat he was going to share with some stranger who was kind enough to split the bill with him.

He then shoved his schoolbag onto a nearby chair which teetered precariously, threatening to tip over, and threw himself onto the double-sized bed, blankets and pillows still unpacked, except for a soft pillow he snatched on the way to the sound-proofed room.

After a deep inhale, he screamed into the pillow.

If it weren't for the rectangular puff of joy, the whole building would have felt the entirety of Palette's rage, but even then the walls trembled, but only slightly.

After a few calming breaths, the star-pupiled skeleton regained his usual straight but relaxed  composure and proceeded to unpack his suitcase, which was placed at the foot of the bed.

He was absolutely seething with anger.

Even as he focused himself on various chores and tasks to accommodate his flatmate later on, he couldn't take his mind off of his enemy: Cray.

That monster sure knew how to push his buttons.

A few hours of annoying labor later, the small living space now looked like an actual place to stay instead of a barren cave system.

Wiping the sweat underneath his cap off, he proudly beamed at the progress he had achieved under the span of three long hours.

The flat was composed of five rooms: the kitchen, complete with polished marble counters, a stove, a fridge, a microwave and an oven, was spotless and unused. The living room, which had taken him the most time to set up, had a light gray futon to go with the darker blue walls. A small glass coffee table occupied the otherwise empty space in the middle, with a television hanging on a wall. A rather large potted plant sat on the right side of the couch, directly facing the sunlight streaming in from the balcony. The bathroom was self explanatory- a bathtub along with the usual components of a bathroom.
Finally, the two bedrooms, placed next to each other, one a bright lemon yellow, the other a soft purple.
In each room, he installed matching double beds, though made with different types of wood, nightstands corresponding to the shades of brown, and two tall lamps, one silver colored and the other copper.

Now, he just needed to wait.

The paint-splattered skeleton (even more than usual, thanks to the fresh paint on the walls) sat down onto the black bar chair in front of the island just outside the kitchen.

Time passed. It turned from afternoon into night too quickly for Palette and, by then, the paint on the walls had already dried. A rhythmic tapping kept him half-aware from his surroundings, the occasional glance at the clock keeping him from drifting off. His cheek rested on his left palm, since his back and neck were starting to feel sore from the waiting.

His mind kept on returning to Cray...

The sneaky, idiotic, mean, handsome-

Palette blushed a bright yellow-green.

'No! ' he chided to himself, 'He is your enemy! He is anything but handsome! Snap out of it Palette!' His free hand broke out of the tapping to gently slap himself in the face.

'He kind of is, though...'

He then buried his flushed face into his hands.

An image of Cray popped into his head, the tall, cool, colorful skeleton, with his trademark cap, scarf and heterochromatic eyes. He felt his rainbow SOUL beat a little faster.

'NO!'

Palette then completely lost himself in his mind space, belittling and cursing his 'enemy' and barely noticed the sharp doorbell ring in the background. he only snapped out of it when the stranger started ringing nonstop, the shrill sound echoing throughout the flat.

"Coming!"

He bounced to the door, beaming with joy, eyes curved into u shapes. His new flatmate had arrived!

"Welco-"

"You?!"

Palette blinked owlishly, brain lagging like a 2005 computer, trying to match the familiar voice to a name, since his new pal was definitely taller than him.

Something clicked.

Mouth agape and eye sockets wide in horror, his head snapped up.

"You!"

Cray was staring down at him, arms full with boxes 

"Wha- how?- I hate you! Why are you always where I am?! Stop it!" Palette snapped at him.

"Do you think I want to be around you, pipsqueak? I can't even stand the sight of you!" Cray growled right back, "I hate you more!"

"Well I hate you most!"

"Shut up!"

"I could just kick you out, you know?"

"Ha! You wouldn't dare. After all, who's going to split the bill with you, hm?"

Palette paused. He didn't have the means to fully pay off the rent and Cray was his only hope for survival.

After a moment of contemplation on just how his life was Hell as of this moment, he sighed and reluctantly let the taller one in. "Fine, but only because you're helping me foot the bill."

Cray grudgingly entered, shaking off his shoes and setting down his heavy luggage with ease, and eyed the place carefully, keeping a perfect poker face. Not that he'd admit it, but Palette did a really good job customizing the living space.

He had a wonderful sense of space management and a knack for matching colors together, the goddamn cute-

The already grouchy skeleton mentally smacked the image of them cuddling out of his head.

Okay, so what? He was cute. Many monsters and humans alike were too. He tugged at his black scarf, forehead creased in denial and oblivious to the incoming obstacle-

Before his brain (?) could register the fall, he found himself on top of Palette, in a very... suggestive position and the other pinned in a vulnerable spot, small smears of moist paint attaching themselves to his hoodie. 

Their breathing was the only audible sound in the flat, apart from the loud guitar playing in the room above them.  Both shell-shocked, they stared into each other's eye lights, finding comfort in the soft glow amongst the dim lighting of the living room. 

Maybe it was the stress of college, maybe it was the drunk-like stupor they found themselves in, but what happened on the cold wooden floor of the apartment was never mentioned nor hinted at. But, from that day on, Palette and Cray were warmer to each other. 

Perhaps you could call it the thin line between love and hate.

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Here you go, @Scarlettdoodles !

It's unedited and completely raw .-.

...

I know, it's crappy.

FYI, this is what the kitchen looks like owo

(why did I even-)

(it's not that big though uwu)

Sorry for the wait
The next chapter will be up soon (hopefully).
I need to get a grip on things