Clumsy's POV
I'd never thought of Grouchy in a romantic way. But, why did I assume that Hefty was talking about a boyfriend, I mean, it could have been anyone. I've never even dated a boy. I've only had one girlfriend! Why did I have to say that.
I can only wonder what Grouchy thinks now, does he think I like him? That'd be really hard to explain. I hope he still wants to be friends after this. I don't know what I would do if he didn't. He's my best friend, I mean, I'll always have Brainy and Smurfette, but, they're not the same, nowhere near. I don't even like them in the same way, I like Grouchy. They're nice to me most times, but they just don't make me feel the same way he does. I just can't put my finger on why. It can't be a crush, he wouldn't even like me. He was the one buying gifts, he probably has an actual secret lover.
I don't know what I would do without him. I need to clear this up. I need to go to his mushroom right now.
What is this feeling? I feel, stuck, but my hand is so close to the doorknob. I can just leave but I don't think my brain allows. What is even happening? I just want to talk to him I think, but it feels wrong. I'm too tired. I should just lie down and wait for today to be over. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't want to be friends anymore.
I'm just going to take a little nap, rest would surely clear my thoughts.
"Hello Clumsy!" "Oh! Hello Grouchy!" How did I end up here? Did my brain clear out all my thoughts? I swear I was at my mushroom, whatever. "Those rumors huh, they're crazy! Us, Lovers? Hah! That'd be crazy, we're just friends!" "Hah! Absolutely Grouchy! Just friends, nothing more." "Yeah, we'll be friends forever." "No matter what!" "You got it Clumsy!" Grouchy had the widest smile on his face, that contagious smile was now on my face. I could look at him, here, for the rest of my day. This moment was nice, just me and Grouchy. Friends forever.
I love this, but I feel sleepy, like I'm fainting and- Oh. It was a dream. I want to see Grouchy, I'm sure it'll go the same way in real life, and I'll be able to see his smile once more.
Why would he not want to be friends? Of course I don't like him. As a boyfriend of course. I love him dearly, as a friend though. I should go talk to him. There's nothing I wouldn't be able to explain to him. I shall head there immediately.
I'm so happy I snapped out of that, I have to rush, well, I don't have to but I want to. I miss him. We live so close, I'm so glad. I'm almost there.
I'm here, all that's left to do is knock. "Hello Grouchy!"
"Go away Clumsy, I don't want to talk."
No, no, no this is not how it went. He wasn't supposed to say that. He was supposed to say we were going to be best friends forever. Does he not want to talk to me anymore? His voice cracked, is he that angry? What is he even angry about. Have people been bothering him too? I dragged him into this. I'm so sorry, what do I do.
A crowd is forming. Why is everyone so noisy? What is so interesting. Why can't they just leave me alone? I'm not a celebrity or anything. I'm just Clumsy, I wished it was like old times, me and Grouchy and nobody else. I need to go back home, I can't hold these tears in anymore. I'm sorry Grouchy, I hope you're not too mad at me.
But who am I kidding? I heard him, he sounds angry, I don't think he wants to be friends anymore.
