Idiot one, and idiot two

Problems

"Oooohh wait wait! Does he have a crush finally?!" Fresh stood up shouting randomly "really?" Geno looked at error expectingly

Error grabbed one of the dirty spoons from the sink, shooting it straight across the dining room to fresh's forehead as he snarled out "no you idiot! Stop butting into something that you know nothing about!" Fresh rubbed his forehead mumbling the word "ow".

"You just had that look on your face like you were thinking about someone. I saw that same face with one of my friends who had a crush!" He grumbled slowly sitting back down in his chair.

"Do I look like the guy to have a crush?" Error scoffed sarcastically "well no, but that doesn't mean you can't." Geno cut him while walking to the sink placing his bowl and spoon next to error's. "Are you saying tha-" Geno cut through error mid-sentence. "Hey look at that! Time to go"

Error growled lowly as fresh quickly stuffed his face with the rest of the cereal that was in his bowl.

Ink's POV

I walked into the school gates, putting my phone in my backpack. This time, I was early for school so I didn't have to run to school. But maybe I'm... too early? No one was at the school gates or in the building not even outside in the waiting area.

I walked over to a tree that was covering me from the sunrise that beam over the horizon. I hid from the school windows that faced the tree and pulled out my phone again to see what time it was. I read the time saying quickly to myself "6:03" the school doors didn't open till 7:00 so I would have to sit here for a while waiting for my friend dream to come.

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"Ugh! You took soooooo long!" I said leaning on dream's shoulder over dramatically. "But I'm 5 minutes early? How long have you even been here?" Dream asked, rolling his eyes at my act. "Uh... since hmmm 6:00." Dream snapped his neck to looked at me "what?" "Yeah." He stared at me, his mouth a little open in surprise. "Why so early?!" He finally spoke. I just shrugged "I didn't want to be late..."

We walked into the school doors after the bell rung.  "Well, do you have any plans after school?" I looked at poster full walls barely even listening to Dream after a while of staring. "Other than sleeping, no." My eye got caught on a colorful poster. The poster was about the theater club and how they were opening for new members. "Really? That's great, I was thinking mayb-" "Woah dream look! There's a theater club!" He stumbled to a stop once I did. He looked up to poster then back to me a little yellow dusted over his cheeks and a confused look on his face. "Oh, yeah, didn't you want to join theater last year in 9th grade?" "Exactly! I can finally join- uh, do you have a pen?" Dream pulled off his backpack, shuffling through his stuff before pulling out a black ballpoint pen. I snatched the pen out his he hand quickly filling the blank line up with my calligraphed name. "Thanks, Dream!" He side smiled a little hugging his arms. "Heh, no problem."

Another's POV.

Dream, for years now, has had an obsession for ink, and for many years he thought it would work out. But that all changed when he found out that ink was nothing more than a soulless stiff monster.

It was a day, one of the only days where they were allowed to go swimming. All the other days were taken up for humans, so they could frolic and play around while the others had to stay inside and watch.

"Come on!" Dream had yelled rushing through the pool gates that surrounded the area. Ink join him shortly after skipping through the barrier with folded towels in his clutch. Ink laid down in the patio chair, placing the towels next to him on the table as Dream came over, already soaked in water.

"Aren't you going to swim?" Dream chirped too excited to stand still. His bone twitched slowly moving up and down gently jumping with joy. Instantly ink could feel the rush of joy wash over him once Dream was close. The poor soulless freak could never control his fake emotions so it was the slightest things that made him fell, like dream's weak aura. His weak emotions that flowed off of him made ink feel one of the best feelings ever.