(Oof, very me.)

** Third Person's P.O.V **

2:48 PM

Palette laid there upside down on his bed, thinking of what to do on a lazy Saturday. He couldn't think of anything. He thought hard, all the ideas flowed through his head but he couldn't choose one, somehow ended up thinking about Goth. He cringed at himself, disgusted. Why did he think that?

Palette decided that he'll just go to the mall, buy some groceries because he knew he was running out then maybe grab some milk tea and head home. Palette tiredly changed his position until he was rightside up. He picked out his clothes from his closet and hurried over to the bathroom to shower. Once he finished showering, he dressed up in a pastel blue, fluffy, knitted sweater with small pastel blue hearts scattered over it, black pants, and then blue shoes. He grabbed his wallet and he was ready to go.

Palette strolled through the canned foods aisle, contemplating on whether or not he would get canned tuna or spaghetti (yes that exists). He doesn't actually how be came to this but he just there deciding which one to get. Shrugging, he finally decided on canned spaghetti, he doesn't know why but in his mind, he just wanted to try it.

Canned spaghetti is kind of odd, isn't it?

He tossed two cans of it, just in case he likes it. He then moves on to the aisle containing spices, condiments and seasonings, he grabs some ketchup and sugar, since he's running out. He then strolls to different aisles until he reaches the snacks aisle, he grabbed a few packs of candies and chocolate bars and a few of other snacks. Once he finished grocery shopping, he carried the paper bag full of groceries to his car, leaving them there so he could order some milk tea and head home.

He approached his favorite milk tea stand, ordered some milk tea and paid for it. He waited for his order while munching down on a donut that he bought along with the milk tea. He couldn't help but eavesdrop on a conversation behind his table.

“So now that you've met Snazzy, how do you feel? Do you trust him like I do?” A female voice asked, oddly though, Palette can tell that the person she was talking to just scoffed and turned their gaze somewhere else. “To be honest, I don't know, I'm kind of having a lot of trouble trusting people, lately.” The male person replied. Palette tensed at that voice, it sounded so familiar, it sounded like Goth, but he couldn't be too sure can't he?

“Don't you trust me?” The female voice asked, sadness laced her voice. “What? Of course I do! It's just other people is my problem. Not you, Xahji, not in a million years.” The male person replied, and then Palette's suspicions were correct. Goth and Xahji are having a conversation about trust issues, but why here? Why in a mall?

“Palette!” Palette looked up to who called him, luckily, it was the cashier but now, he could feel stares gnawing behind his back. ‘There it is again. Why does he always glare at me like I don't have good intentions?’  Palette thought to himself. He grabbed his drink, thanked the cashier and left hurriedly. Once he was far away from the milk tea stand, he ran towards the nearest bathroom, sat on a stall as tears began pouring down. It's a good thing this stall was the only one available, so there was no one lining up like usual.

“Why does he treat me like I'm a disgrace?” Palette mumbled, silent tears fell onto the ground. He doesn't understand at all, why were they talking about trust issues? He sniffed a few times, wiping away his tears.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

Palette tensed, that voice was familiar. His eye sockets lit up, hurriedly opening the door and hugged that person. The person was surprised until that person finally recognized them.

“Palette? What's wrong?”

“I heard G-g-goth and X-xahji's c-conversation in a milk tea stand. The cashier c-called my name so that I could retrieve what I-I ordered. And then I could feel G-goth's glare b-burning against my back.”

“What? Goth was here?”

Palette couldn't say anything but a simple nod in the head. “Oh, your poor baby, why don't you come home with me and talk it out? Maybe I can finally tell you the truth, sounds good, hun?”

Palette nodded, feeling himself getting lifted up, his legs wrapped around his small waist.

“Wow, I didn't know that you that strong, love.”

“Oh, shut up, PJ. When we come home, you're gonna help him recover or I won't give you cuddles.”

“Love! Don't you know I need my daily dose of cuddles? I can't live without it.”

“Then, help him recover, dumba$$.”

“Fine. And look at you, swearing, I must be rubbing off you.”

“If only you don't yell out curse words out so loud, then I wouldn't be swearing daily like you do.”

“Dang, was I really a bad influence.”

“To our children? Yes.”

“Whaaaaaaaa?????”

Palette giggled at the married couple. How he wished that he could be like that too with someone he truly loves, but that person doesn't love him back at all. He could feel a burning feeling in his stomach, like it was filled with something but be couldn't tell, he felt like throwing up but at the same time, He doesn't want to.

But right now, he just wants to know the truth.