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Requested by: MrsLoverCrys
Prompt: Paint is going through a rough times and 2nd of all his girlfriend broke up with him, whipped noticed a drastic change in paint and one day he went to paints house (paint had a spare key so he gave it whipped cream).
Word count: 1441

"A special someone"

A soft huff escaped Whipped creams lips, contrasting with the cold, autumn air as he walked, the pattering of his feet against the side walk filling the quiet morning. He fiddled with a key in his hands, careful to not drop it. It was a Saturday, 9:00 am. He was going to visit his dear friend, Paint.

Of course, visiting a friend this early wasn't ideal. Especially someone like Paint. But, honestly, Whipped Cream just didn't feel like dealing with the protest from Paint for showing up uninvited (not as if he doesn't do it almost every weekend).

But this morning was different. Confrontation. It's quite a funny thing, actually.

Er... Well, this trip wasn't really for confrontation, he reminded himself. He wasn't going to his house to expose him, really. Just ask him to... expose his emotions.

"hm..." His walking slowed. He decided to drop the whole confrontation conversation.

But with the drop of one thought, another arose. He remembered Paints ex girlfriend.

Paint was heartbroken after their breakup, and it shattered Whipped Creams heart. Which just added onto more worries about his friend.

Whipped cream has had worries about Paint for a while, always had. But, recently they'd become worse.

He hid his worries well, or he believed he did. He took pride in his talent at hiding.

And with that pride, he continued on the sidewalk.

9:20 am. Whipped cream arrived at Paints front door.

He didn't know why it was so difficult to bring his hand up to unlock the door, or why he was so terribly nervous. He comes by here every weekend.

He slipped the key into the keyhole and turned it, the door opening with a creak. It was dark inside, as expected. He stepped inside, and looked around. The warm air felt nice against his skin, slowly enwrapping him in its warmth.

It was the same ol' house it's always been. The only way he could describe it was big, empty and dark. He'd always made comments on how the house had seemed "too empty", or how to the house was "too big for just one person". But Paint would always reply that'd he would find that special someone to stay with him, then the house wont be "too empty". Sappy, he knew, but Whipped Cream had always found it to be quite sweet.

He slowly slipped his jacket off, tossing it in the floor. He'd just pick it up when he was forced out.

He begin to walk slowly, taking in every aspect of he house. The house was nice. Big, but nice. It gave off a home-y feeling, seeming to welcome anyone to come. Browns mixed with tans, the colorful paintings that hung loosely contrasting from the walls. The coffee smell just seemed to add to the home-yness.

Coffee... Why does it smell like coffee?

He made his way to the kitchen, light seeping out the doorway. Paint being up this early seemed unbelievable, almost laughable. He made slow steps toward the doorway. "Paint?.."

"DeAR GOD-"

That was Paint, alright. Paint, and a now shattered mug on the ground.

Paint slowly turned towards the entrance, Whipped cream stumbling back as he did so. Although seeing Whipped Cream did relive Paint, he wasn't shocked that it was him. But he would've appreciated if he would've let him know he was coming over. Especially since he, now, has another broken mug because of it.