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One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 5)

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I couldn’t figure out how to end this chapter. I also didn’t have a lot of free time, due to having a project in my digital media class. But hey, look! It’s here! I also did that city because I remembered that video of the hot air balloons that CQ did, right here. This is also the longest chapter I’ve ever done, ahead of chapter 4 by 30 words. But without any delay, lets get to it!

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

Fresh looked to the side, reading the sign that said, “Welcome to New Mexico.” Even if he was only a skeleton, he felt butterflies where his stomach should be. During the ride, he just felt empty, like he was before he... Fresh shook his head. Nope. Not going to think that right now.

Looking at the road, Fresh reached Alaina with one hand, shaking her. Alaina groaned, before mumbling, “Are we there yet?”

Fresh chuckled, saying, “Not yet. Mah house is in Albuquerque.  I just wanted some company right now.”

Alaina smiled. “You got butterflies in your stomach or something?”

Fresh chuckled. “Jokes on ya, I have no stomach.” He then lifted his shirt, revealing his spine, no stomach to be found. He then started blushing, before letting go of his shirt, putting his hands on the wheel, silent.

After taking a huge breath, he said, “What would they think of me, when they see me?”

Alaina chuckled, saying, “Well, I bet your mother would be so happy that your home. She would also see how much of a gentleman you are. I bet Error would be surprised at how much you can feel now.” She sighed, saying, “And I bet Geno would feel accomplished, because he never gave up on you.”

“You don’t know that.” Fresh mumbled.

“I don’t. But it’s better to think of the best, instead of the worse.”

Fresh smiled. She was right. He shouldn’t feel so depressed. He was going to see his family, and he had nothing to worry about. He was just going to meet his family. It’s not like they were going to kill him or anything. Error on the other hand…

Fresh shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go there. Ugh, he needed to sleep a bit. “Hey Alaina, can you drive for a while? I’m starting to feel tired.”

“Sure Fresh. I’ll wake you when we get to your hometown.”

So, after switching seats, Fresh laid back, wanting to rest for what will happen.

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“Fresh, wake up. We’re here.” Fresh opened his eye sockets, wincing at the bright light of the sun. He lifted his seat, so he could sit upright, yawning as he did so. Looking out, he saw that they just passed the toll booth and were on the edge of town.

“Hey, let me drive. It’s mah turn.”

After switching, Fresh drove, until he stopped in front of a house.

“Is this your house?” Alaina asked.

“Nah, “Fresh replied. “This is my Uncles’. Hopefully, he didn’t move or anything.”

Turning off the ignition, Fresh got out of the car, before heading to the door, Alaina following him. Once at the door, he knocked it, doing the ‘shave and a haircut’ one. In the house, he heard a muffled “Coming!” before the door opened.

“Hey Error, your pre-“ Asy said, before stopping, seeing Fresh. For a while, neither of them moved nor spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Their staring contest broke when Asy shook his head, pinching in between his eye sockets, whispering “Please don’t let this be a hallucination." Then, Asy reached out, knocking against his skull.

“Knock knock”

Fresh, confused, said, “Who’s there?”

“Noog”

“Noog who?”

Then, Asy grabbed Fresh’s arm, pulling him close, before yelling, “NOOGIE!” Right away, he started rubbing his fist on top of Fresh’s head. Fresh gave a yell, shouting, “Uncle Asy, no! Don’t noogie me!”

Asy laughed, saying, “Nope! This is your punishment for suddenly disappearing for 13 years with no contact!” He then looked up, seeing Alaina, who was laughing at them. “And who is this lovely lady?”

Seeing him distracted, Fresh pulled out of Asy’s arms. Breathing heavily, he replied, “This lady, Uncle Asy, is mah fiancée.”

“Ooh, how fancy,” Asy said, “Well, don’t want a pretty lady like you to keep standing. Come in, come in. I’ll get something for you to drink.”

While following Asy to the living room, Alaina turned to Fresh, whispering, “Is he always like this?”

Fresh shook his head, saying, “Only when he’s in a good mood,”

Alaina giggled, saying, “Does he hurt himself when he’s in a good mood? I’ve seen all those bandages and scars and- Fresh?” Alaina looked back to Fresh, who stopped, looking down. “Fresh, what’s wrong?”

Fresh looked at Alaina, a serious look on his face, before saying, “He doesn’t hurt himself when he’s in a good mood. He only does it when he’s in a terrible mood. Promise me, Alaina, that you wouldn’t ask him about his scars.”

Alaina nodded, before sitting down on the couch. Asy then went into the room, a cup of water in each hand, while another is floating next to his head.

“Here you are, “Asy said. After saying thank you, Alaina took a cup, before started drinking.

After Fresh took a sip of his own cup, he asked, “Hey, Uncle Asy? I heard ya saying somethin’ ‘bout Error at the door?”

Sitting down, Asy replied, “Yeah. Since you left, Error has been going fishing with me. It’s very relaxing. It’s almost time to go to fishing, anyway.”

As if saying his name will summon him, a doorbell rang, before they heard, “Come on Uncle Asy! We better go, if we want to even get a bite!”

Quickly, Asy pushed Fresh and Alaina into his bedroom. Before closing the door, Asy said, “Stay in here until we both leave. Then, you can watch T.V. until I come back. I usually drop him off at his house, so don’t worry.”

Closing the door, Asy walked into the living room, grabbing the fishing box while doing so. Opening the door, he stopped Error's hand from knocking on him instead.

“Are ready to go fishing?” Asy asked.

Error smiled, saying, “Yup! Let’s go!” before running to the car. Chuckling, Asy followed.

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“He’s not coming back, is he?”

Asy jolted awake, almost dropping his fishing pole. “Huh? What was that, Error?”

Error reeled in his line, before throwing in the pond again. “Fresh. He’s never coming back, is he?”

Asy just smiled, saying, “He’ll come back before you know it.” He didn’t like lying, but he wanted Fresh coming back to be a surprise.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Error yelled, throwing the entire pole into the pond. He then fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. Asy bended down, rubbing Error’s back.

“It’s all my fault.” Error whimpered out.

“No it’s not, it’s not anyone’s fault, “ Asy told Error.

“Yes it is,” Error said. “If I didn’t make him promise, none of this would ever happen. Now he’s probably in an alley, starving to death, too weak to call for anyone.”

Asy then bended down farther, and then hugged Error. “You know that he’s smart. He’s probably at a very fancy job, making lots of money. Besides, you would never know what would’ve happened if he doesn’t. Geno could’ve died by his sickness, maybe not. You never know what can or can’t happen if you somehow change what your actions are.”

After thinking a bit, he asked, “Remember that movie I made you watch when you were kids, ‘Back to the Future’?” Error nodded. “Well, it’s exactly that. With him going back to 1955, Marty’s own mother loved him more than his father, and he needed to do that plan with his father to get her to love her future husband instead. But, then Biff came, and almost ruined the entire plan. They never thought to bring Biff in the picture. Time is a hard and complicated thing. But we have to go through it, just like ever hard thing in life.”

After a couple minutes of silence (besides Error crying), they pulled away, Error wiping a tear from his eye socket. “Thanks Uncle Asy. I needed that.”

“Not a problem Error. Now, “ Asy looked into the pond, “Now, Let’s go get that fishing pole.”

"Okay." Error said. Then, something popped in his head. "Hey, whose car was that in front of your house?"

Asy was half-way to pulling his shirt off when Error asked. "Wha- What do you mean?"

"Yeah, there was a car in front of your house. Who's was it?"

Nervously, Asy replied, "Oh! That! Um, I think it was one of the neighbor’s friends or something. Don't worry; I'll file a complaint later." He chuckled.

Error has a feeling like his Uncle was lying, but couldn’t put his finger on why he was lying. Faking a chuckle, he replied, “Alright. And while you do that, I’ll go get our fishing pole.”

Uncle Asy, what are you hiding?

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One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 2)

“Hey Fresh? How is your hypothesis going?”

Fresh jumped out of his daydream, before turning around, looking at his boss, Mrs. Lewis. She was thin, with dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. Her red glasses would make her look older, but she was only 6 years older than Fresh.

“Ah, sorry Boss. I’ve been a thinkin’ too much, an’ wasn’t payin’ any attention,”.

Mrs. Lewis chuckled. “Not to worry,”. Then, she started smiling devilishly. “Now, you weren’t thinking about your girlfriend, right?”

Fresh blushed, tilting his head down to hid his embarrassment. He actually was thinking about her. But he couldn’t handle it! He loved her so much, and it wasn’t long before their 4th anniversary. And he had something big planned for that date.

“W-well maybe I was!” Fresh exclaimed, purple dusting his cheekbones.

Mrs. Lewis laughed, saying, “Sorry Fresh. Didn’t mean to frustrate you.”

Fresh sighed. She was right. Since getting his emotions for the first time, he’s been very emotional for a long time, since he couldn’t control them. But, after getting some help, he’s gotten better control at them. But sometimes, they will be uncontrollable, like water in a dam. But it’s been 14 years since first gotten them, so he should be able to keep them down, right?

“It’s Aiight. I’m just n-nervous.” Fresh said.

Nervous was an understatement. He feels like he’s going to mess up the 4 year anniversary. And he went full out on it. Tickets to the movies (He heard that new movie ‘Nerve’ was pretty good, so he decides on that), then later they will have a small dinner under the stars, where he-

“Okay Fresh. I understand.” Mrs. Lewis interrupted Fresh’s thoughts, before saying, “Oh! I almost forgot! Remember when you said that you wouldn’t make it on Friday? Well, I’ve got you covered.”

“Rad! Thanks Mrs. L!” Fresh said, before turning back onto his computer, typing frantically.

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“Oh Fresh! This is amazing!” Alaina said. “The movie was great, and this dinner was delicious! I don’t think you can top this next year!”

Fresh smiled. Oh, how he loved her. He loved her hair and glasses, and her personality was so perfect.

“Heh, I bet I won’t, ” Fresh said quietly, a small, nervous smile on his lips(?). Alaina turned toward Fresh, confused.

“Fresh?” Alaina asked, “Is something wrong?”

Fresh, at first didn’t speak. He just couldn’t find the words to speak, and he felt like throwing up. But after closing his eyes and taking a big breath, he stood up, before turning toward Alaina, saying, “I need to talk to ya. Come over here,”

He led Alaina close to the edge, next to the stars, before turning toward her, his fingers wrapped around hers.

After pausing for a moment to get his nerves together, Fresh looked into Alaina’s eyes, before he spoke in the most serious tone,

          “Alaina. 12 years ago, you found me on your doorstep; cold, hungry, and very sick. Your family took me inside the house, and took care of me. When asked where I came from, all I said was, ’I’ll tell ya someday, brahs’. And none of you questioned me again. Your parents decided to adopt me, but you never, EVER, considered me family, but only as a friend.

Years passed, and after some daring from my friends, I asked you out, 4 years ago. And after that, we were inseparable. Even though we lived in the same house, I felt like we were even closer than ever. You may not know much about me, but I know a lot about you. Your funny, beautiful, and you gave me the most love out of anyone I know. And after 4 years, I would like to ask you something.”

Fresh got on one knee, and took a box from his pocket, opening it to show Alaina a small ring, with Alaina’s birthstone in it. Alaina gasped, covering her mouth, tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Alaina Prana, will you marry me?”

Alaina nodded once, twice, before hugging Fresh, yelling out, “Yes, Fresh! Yes, a million times YES!!!”

Fresh started laughing, tears running down his cheekbones. She said YES! He’s never been this happy in his entire life.

After calming down, Fresh separated from Alaina, before putting the ring on her finger. The moonlight caught onto the jewel, making it shine. Then he got closer to Alaina, before he started kissing her. Could his life get any better?

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And here’s Chapter 2!!! It took me awhile because I couldn’t figure out how to do the conversation between Fresh and his boss, but I got it now!!! See ya next time for Chapter 3!!! Alaina says: Oh God the FreshFloof is real aaahhhhh!!!!! My one true weakness dear lord I can’t get over this my God. <3 

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