Inks P.O.V

I've never been one to lose my temper. I'm still not. But its kind of hard when its Dreams turn to pick a show and decides to change the channel every three seconds. Even though he passed five perfectly good choices that would have been fine.

Instead of sulking on the couch in annoyance I choose to follow my nose towards the smell of Blues cooking that was starting to fill the room. It's hard not to be curious about what he's making today. It's always such a pleasant surprise.

"Oh Ink! Perfect! Grab me that pot off the top shelf, please!" He points me in the direction of where they should be as his other hand moves around some veggies he's frying. I do my best not to judge Blues way of organizing and I go and grab. Of course, half of the other pot and pans decided to come tumbling down on top of me as I grab it. Crushing me in the prosses. Blue skips over towards me and grabs the pot out of my hand as I try to move out from under all these noisy death traps.
Blue begins to do his thing. Moving food from one bowl to the other and making sure nothing burns. I do my best to relax and enjoy the quiet noises of the stove sizzling and such. Looking around the kitchen more I notice a stack of papers near the end of the counter, which reminds me... "I saw you put up a bunch of flyers up around town for this cooking thingy or something? What's that about?" I ask, walking over to the stack of papers to make sure its what I thought it was.

Blue turns to me with a smile ten times bigger than the last. Which I wasn't sure was quite possible.

"I wanted to do something fun! I've seen that's there not much going on so I want to hold a Cook-Off! I was also excited to see if anybody else in the area enjoys cooking as much as I do." The amount of joy radiating off of him physically hurt. I look down at the flyers to see 'Cook-Off' in big blue letters with a picture of a Fork and Spoon overlapping into an 'X' shape. I swear that looks too much like one of my shity doodles... no wait it is, he credited me at the bottom of the page. But I swear I would remember making this. "Oh, yeah! And you're going to help me set it up!" A laugh escapes my mouth as he finishes his sentences. I look up to see him dead serious. Why is he serious?

"No, I'm not." I do my best to give him the same serious look.

"No dropping out now, you already made the poster for me. You're apart of this now."

"I never made this?" I shoot back. It came out more like a question than a statement. Blue turns back to his food, ignoring what I said.

The more I look back the more I can vaguely remember Blue crawling in through my window at 4:00 AM, waking me up to do something for him, then shoved some paper in my face. I was too tired to argue and lazily moved my pencil around on a piece a paper until he was satisfied.

That doesn't mean I need to help him! I did him a favour without knowing it. Isn't that good enough?

I do my best to argue my way out of this situation for the next couple of minutes. Which is the equivalent of fighting with a stubborn child.

I decided to leave after that instead of fussing with an energetic 9-year-old. I get told "The food will be done soon!" and "Ask some people to join the Cook-Off!" as I leave. Which I choose to shrug off.

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I've never liked the forest. Mostly because nothing ever happens. Sure, it's nice sometimes like right now but I'll never choose to hang out here. It's nice because no one else likes going here either. At least that's what I thought.

I walk around wondering how long I could go hide out somewhere until someone found me. If I'm not there, I can't help him. Simple.

So simple in fact that I find somebody else with the exact idea crying near a tree.

Error sat there with his knees close to his chest and his baggy black hoodie rapped around him tightly as he stares at an area near the ground.

Is this Error? Why the hell is this creep sitting in the middle of the woods just to hold himself. And why did he have to be on the same trail as me.

I groan and decided to move forward anyway. He might know this place quite well and I could try to convince him to show me a place to hide. "Yo spizzy spaz-hat!" His head shoots up towards me so quick I'm surprised his neck didn't break in the process. His face is covered in shock at first but soon fades into a look I can't quite figure out. I hear him mumble a quite "hey" as he looked me up and down.

I smile a little at him "Stop being such a wuss and dry your eyes. Crying in the forest is probably one of your sad daily activity's you should avoid doing." His face changes into something I've seen one too many times. Pure annoyance. One of my favourites states to see people in. But there's also some amusement in there...

"I wasn't crying" He mutters, his hold on his legs tightening. "I was just thinking" He looks back at the spot on the ground he was staring at before.

I don't understand why he was so chill with that. The guy you hate with a burning passion walks up to you and sees you at your lowest. You usually do something to show that your still better then them but... He's just sitting there.

I grunt rolling my eyes and continuing to walk. "Whatever" I grumble getting annoyed I can't get a reaction out of him. I'm already past him when he speaks up again.

"What are you doing here anyway?" He says actually giving me eye contact. I stare back at him trying to figure out what he wants with me.

"Whats it to ya?" I narrow my eyes at him and he doesn't react with anything more then a shrug and a soft smile.

"You seem annoyed, thought you might want to talk." He continues to stare at me patiently.

He's worried about me? I just walked in on him having a sob fest and he's wondering if I'm okay? He's planing something...

Even with those thoughts in mind I still choose to talk to him. "Blues just being annoying again." He replies with a noise of understanding wanting me to continue. "If I don't want to do something I don't have to do it, right? That's a normal thing to think, right?" He nods and moves over, indicating he wants me to sit next to him. I sit next to him.

"What's he doing now?" Error questions.

"This dumb Cook-Off" I feel Error stiffen beside me. "He's forcing me to help him." We sit in silence for a second, neither of us knowing what to say.

After awhile I turn to him "What about you?"

Error sighs turning back to the spot on the ground "just thinking..."

"What about?" I smile at him.

"Someone I know died here and I'm thinking about them" he begins playing with the bottom of his shorts.

Ah shit. That's what I get for trying to strike up a conversation. Good job Ink.

Also that's so sad what the fuck!? I didn't think this guy had any emotions other anger. He's being so chill with me too...

"Wow. Sorry for asking." I turn to him

He gives me a weak smile "It's okay. You were curious. I can't blame you."

Plus he's being understanding?! Again! The fuck?

"Oh, right" Error mutters to himself. He reaches inside his oversized hoodie and pulled out a familiar looking book. "Uh, here I found this after you left." He moves the book towards me, seeing it's my sketch book. My face immediately drops seeing it. I quickly snatch it out of his hands and skim through the pages to see if anything was done to it. Thankful it looks untouched.

"You didn't show anybody this did you?!" I question, panic all over my face. Error only smiled. "Error..." I harden my stare at him.

"No ones eyes but mine have been in that book."

I sigh, calming down. "Good."

He smiles at me some more "I'll only promise to keep my mouth shut though if you promise we can hang out later" He stares me in the eye with a smirk on his face.

I give him the same look "You don't enjoy sitting in the middle of the woods when it's dark out and can only hear the sound of animals attacking each other?" Sarcasm filling my words.

"I actually don't prefer having a sarcastic back and forth with someone in the same spot I was just crying at." He shoots back at me.

"So you admit it? You were crying." My grin only grows as he roles his eyes at me. I think back to his original question "I think I can promise you that, Spazzy." Error turns to me with a genuine smile stretched across his face and I can't help but to have one growing on mine as well.

Error was so good at distracting me that I almost forgot about that Cook-Off... The Cook-Off...

An idea suddenly pops into my head.

I get up, dusting some dirt of my pants. I snap and point a finger at Error "This weekend, meet me at Blues place." Error nods and watches me walk away. Before I'm fully gone I turn back to him with a smirk on my lips. "And bring a couple friends with you too." He gives me the same smile back.

You wanted me to invite some people Blue? Well I got you covered.

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