Goth's POV

    I awoke in an unfamiliar place until I realized it was the shack. I sat up and rubbed my head. The uncomfortable bed had hurt my head pretty badly while I slept. I looked up through the crack and saw that I slept almost through the whole day. Should I go back to palette? He might be mad or even worse....but how could he ever get mad? He's the most cheerful person I know.
    All I am is a friend that listens to whatever he says without hesitation and never show who I really am. He might as well forget about me, i'll live here until I get my courage to go back. I looked to see my scarf gone and the dust from reaping still there. I hadn't washed my clothes yesterday after work so their a little dusted...

Palette's POV

    I woke with a sniff and saw that I had slept through almost the whole day. My cheeks were stained with tears from crying and I curled up into a ball while continuing the action. Why, just why. I thought he was happy but he wasn't? I don't get it at all.
    Maybe I did something to him to make him do this. I can't stop rejecting this feeling anymore. "I love you goth!" I yelled blankly into the empty cold house. "Please come back!" I yelled once again, falling onto the couch and crying once more....

*one month later*

    I hadn't stepped one foot out of this house. My eyes were puffy with pink from crying as much as I did. I miss him so much. Wait, now I know. I didn't ever let him talk about himself or let me get to know him. All I did was rant off about what I liked and how I liked it. Goth never had a chance to even speak during the conversation.
    I don't know anything about him except that he likes to read a lot yet he listened through everything I said. I cried into my legs once more for hours when I heard a knock at the door. It was 10:49 at night and someone was knocking on the door?. I rubbed my tears off and went to the window blinds. There was no one there until I heard soft sobs from a bush under the window.
    The crying sounded like.....no.....NO IT CAN'T BE. I almost broke down the door, running to the bush by the door. I saw goth sitting there terrified and looking at me. Maybe I spooked him but I don't care right now. I got on my knees and hugged him tightly in my arms. He began to sob quietly in my shoulder as we hugged each other in an embrace.
    my gothy was back. Now I won't ever let him go again. We pulled away from each other. I used my hands and gently wiped his tears off his face. He looked at me with a worried expression as I put on my smile. I was so happy that I couldn't explain it in words. Goth got up and held out a hand for me.
    I grabbed it and pulled myself up, goth toppling over me from my strength. We fell, goth laying on my chest and I, laying on the cold sidewalk of the night. Goth blushed a bright purple and I blushed a bright yellowish orange. Goth tried to get off but failed miserably as I held him in place.
    I could feel some of the neighbors taking pictures of us from the windows. (You!, yes you there!, no taking pictures of shipping!) I picked him up by his waist and carried him inside. He was still blushing madly as he swung his feet to touch the ground. I giggled at his action and set him on the couch.
    The door was bringing in cold air so I went to close it. Once it was closed I went back to goth, he was sitting on the couch quietly with his hands buried between his legs in a cute manner, more or less, making me have a nose bleed. I quickly wiped it off and made a mental note to wash my coat after. The phone rang again after one full month of none stop calls and I finally pick up. "Hello" I said with a odd hoarse voice.
    "WHERE IS HE!" a voice yelled from the other line. It sounded like...uh, oh.. I'm in for it now. It was geno.....full on mother mode to. "WHERE IS MY PRECIOUS BABY, YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED ANY OF MY CALLS SO YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION ON WHY MY BABY ISN'T HERE IN MY ARMS" I had to push the phone away from my ear(?) inorder not to go deaf.
    "Oh....hey mister geno, i'm sorry about tha-" I was apologizing when I had to take the phone away from my ear again.
    "NO EXCUSES, YOU BETTER TELL ME THE TRUTH THIS INSTANT!" he yelled in the speaker. I was about to say something when goth tapped my shoulder. I handed him the phone and he began to speak....

Goth's POV

    I started to speak with my dad. "Uh.. dad....i'm fine, there's no need to fuss" a sigh of relief came through the phone.
    "Thank life your okay, reaper has been having nightmares and I kept getting angrier everytime palette would ignore my calls" dad said with a sad voice. I frowned with his answer. Why would palette ignore his calls?
    "I'm sure that something was bothering him and couldn't pick up at the time" I said calmly. He sighed once again.
    "Alright, but your coming back home as soon as you can!" I giggled as momma geno gave me a lecture. Palette just stared happily at me with a weird smile. I soon ended the conversation and handed palette his phone. He put his phone down on the coffee table and hugged me tightly.
    "You have no idea....how much I missed you. How much I worried and how much I realized....that.........

(Hoi!, yes it be another cliff hanger)