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(Sweetness Chap 2) Little Problems.

Posted by EdgePretzel - December 20th, 2017


After a few years of knowing Sugar, he had gotten into a school with her. Of course, this was because of Sugar’s talent of begging in the sweetest and cutest way possible to her father to enroll him. And after a few days of begging and bribing, she had convinced him. It was about their second year in school together, they were always quite talkative, as they had become very close in that time. But one silent, tranquil day, Sugar was much, much quieter. They just walked toward the amusement park (where Zacharie still resided,) not saying a single word. This worried Zacharie, as she had always been someone to start a fun conversation for virtually no reason, other than to occupy them for a short amount of time. He just absentmindedly stared at the ground, until he heard a quiet sniff come from the younger girl. He whipped his head towards her, his mask almost flying off his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely, though she didn’t look up. “It’s nothing.” She answered meekly, not daring to show her face. He gently grabbed her arm, making them both stop. “You’re awful about lying, Sucre. Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, his tone now fierce. “… A girl hit me in the hall because she said I was ‘trying to take her spotlight’. I knew that if I told you, you’d probably go start a brawl or something. I just.. I just didn’t want anyone getting hurt.” She explained, moving her hair away from her eyes, showing a dark bruise on her eye. He let out a small growl, only to follow it with a short sigh. “Sucre, you can’t just let yourself get hurt like that and not tell anyone… at least tell me, I can help a little bit, even if it’s not much… Just don’t stay quiet about it. It worries me. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He mumbled, silently sighing once again. “Okay, Zach.. it’s nice to know you care that much. You’re really sweet.” She smiled at him, her white eyes showing contentment and.. something else, he couldn’t quite tell. “No problem, Sucre.” He lifted his mask to show a kind smile back at her. There was silence, until Zacharie decided to close the gap between them, embracing her softly. Her reaction was just a small gasp, but she immediately followed it by a tight hug, burying her face into his soft, worn t-shirt. And once again, the two were completely quiet. It wasn’t an awkward silence, or even an uncomfortable one. It was a comforting silence. The friends just stood there for almost a full minute, taking in the calm, reassuring feeling of the embrace. When they finally parted, they both seemed entirely content. “… I really needed that one. Thanks again, Zach.” She giggled, her hair falling back onto her face. “I’m hittin’ a lot of bullseyes today, I don’t know if that’s luck or not.” He pondered, causing her to giggle again. “I’m gonna say it’s a special little talent you got. You’re gonna be a real charmer when you grow up, you know?” She grinned, causing him to chuckle at the comment. “Yeah, sure I’ll be.” He rolled his eyes, even if she couldn’t see it. She lightly punched his arm, continuing to walk. “Not with that attitude, you won’t.” She countered, the male immediately started following her, “Glad you’re back to your normal self.”

 

After a few minutes of more pleasant conversation, they had arrived at the theme park. Zacharie was about to slip through the gate, until she felt a tight grip on his wrist. He looked at Sugar, quite confused, he opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced by her question; “Why did you start wearing a mask? It’s not like you have a scar or something to hide, so… why?” she pressed him, tilting her head slightly. He bit his lip, trying to think of a good excuse. The truth was, he had gotten very, very self-conscious of his looks. It seemed strange, but he was. The poor thing didn’t like pretty much anything about his face, and even his weight. He hated it. He wore the mask to basically just hide himself away from everyone, even though he knew people who cared wouldn’t judge him on how he looked. “I.. uhm… I… I just.. I just like it. It makes less people know who I am. I guess I like being mysterious?” He stuttered out nervously, hoping she didn’t see though his quite obvious lie.

 

She let out a quiet sigh, she could tell he was bluffing, she might’ve not if he hadn’t hesitated so much and so nervously explained his reasoning. She released his thin wrist, clasping her hands behind her back. “Well, I guess it does make you kind of mysterious. But then everybody’s just gonna know you as the guy with the mask!” She stated, “Well, if I’m known as a guy with a mask, so be it, I guess. Sounds cooler than ‘Zacharie,’ doesn’t it? But a cooler title would be The Merchant, wouldn’t it?” he asked, a slight bit of admiration in his tone. “Yeah, it would. Maybe you’ll be a merchant when you’re older, then you’ll get called that all the time~!” She smiled, giggling. He smiled beneath his mask, chuckling. “Well, you oughta get going, your dad will have my head if I keep you too long.” He retorted, “Yeah, I know. I just wish we could hang out longer, you know?” She sighed, glancing at the ground. “I do too, but you know how it is. But hey, I’ll still see you tomorrow.” He slipped his mask up to give her a soft smile. “I’ll always be there, no matter what. That’s what friends are for after all, right?” She nodded “Yep, that’s what friends do.” She agreed, grinning sweetly. “I guess I’ll get going, see you, Merchant.” She turned around, running off toward the place where her father picked her up. He pulled his mask back down, going into the amusement park. He walked into his room, flopping onto his bed. “…She’s my best friend.” He realized, lazily pulling his mask off.

 

“… I have a best friend.”

 


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