Forever

Trapped- (floyd's pov)

My chest felt so fluttery as Veneer kept gently kissing my face until a knock on the door interrupted the tranquil atmosphere between the two of us.

Veneer sighed as he put me down onto his pillow and I could see how he didn't really want to depart from me especially after our declaration of love towards each other.

I snuggled under the blanket and made sure my head stuck out to make sure that I could still watch just in case.

He opened the door to reveal the small wrinkled paper like creature holding a plate of pasta. Her eyes got stars in them upon seeing his appearance and I could feel the jealousy crawling beneath my skin to burrow.

I felt like this at Veneer's ex boyfriend and I don't like it at all, it's such an ugly feeling and her voice broke me out of my negative thoughts,

"You look amazing! I love the choker with the pearls on you." His onyx lips twisted in a sweet smile and ushered her into the room with him. He held the plate with one hand while he stabbed the sauce covered penne with a fork and placed the parcels in his mouth.

"Mr Veneer, I have a question to ask." Her purple fingers were tapping against each other and her eyes looked red as if she were crying minutes ago.

"What is it Crimp?" He honestly looked ethereal as he moved gracefully around his bedroom trying to keep Crimp from glancing in my direction whilst eating with a elegance that could only be perfected over years of practice.

"I think I don't want to be here anymore... I love you but Velvet... she's- she's." The small tannish brown being was heavily struggling with trying to find the words but Veneer answered her first.

"An absolute nightmare, I don't blame you but If you want to resign, I say that you have to leave after Vel's sleeping and believe me I'm not to far behind you." He spoke freely about leaving his sister behind and I couldn't help but feel a hot glowing sensation on my face.

It was a selfish desiring hope that he wanted to come with me and we could fully be together without Velvet's presence lurking around us.

I developed feelings for him a little after the first month of captivity,

He looked so miserable that night, my crystal prison sat on the dresser hidden from his sight and he sat at the dressing mirror wearing his typical bronze, V-neck crop-top with pointed shoulder pads, followed by his set of matching short-shorts.

Velvet entered and noticed how distraught he was and started,

"What's with your resting moody face? We're on top! I can't believe you're still upset about it, he's just a troll-"

"He's still a person! He doesn't deserve this cruelty, this isn't worth it." She rolled her eyes at him as if he just told her that he wouldn't add more sugar to her coffee, not that she was torturing me.

"Listen bro," she started but I tuned the rest of it out especially since this her sick manipulative way of trying to get him to do what she wants under the guise of kindness.

I've noticed how she only gave him crumbs of warmth when he started to stray away and my heart broke for him. I couldn't help but compare our situations,

John dory may have been obsessed with perfection to the point where it broke up the whole family but he was never cruel the way Velvet was to her brother.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I mean just too sensitive about this." Her nasty spiteful voice was sharp as a blade that kept digging into her brother's heart. I watched as he tried to keep it together and he spoke again,

"I mean Vel we used to do little dances together, remember? Hip hip twist." He tried to convince her that it was wrong but I knew that his resolve was weak and he'd crumble like a deck of cards. But so far he held out longer than he usually does, that definitely is a good sign.

"They sucked! How many fans do you think we can keep with sucky dances?" I grimaced with pain at the sight of his whole demeanor dropped at the mention of his terrible dances. His mouth was somewhat agape and tears were brimming his lash line. I saw how he slumped in his seat.

Despite him helping keeping me captive, he was a good person who was just too afraid to stand up to his sister for valid reasons. He just wanted to see her happy but he was realizing that the cost wasn't worth it.

She then stormed out hollering at him saying something along the lines of 'Come get me when you stop acting like a baby' and I couldn't help myself and tried to push myself off of the dresser only for my eyes to lock onto his.

He then stood up with a sigh, then started walked over to me. His steps were light and soft minus the clicking of his dark blue violet heels, I could only stare at him dumbly as he lifted the lid of the perfume container and stuffed something in with me before quickly shutting it.

I glanced at it was a large serving of cotton candy. I looked towards him and he wiped a few tears that have escaped.

"Thank you."  He smiled softly at me and responded,

"I wasn't going to let you starve. You don't deserve to be starved on top of being tortured, I'm going to figure something out."

Now looking back on what he said, he must've been referring to getting me out, I didn't expect him to throw me in the closet after I pretended to play dead. I must've finally gotten through to him after a month of us conversing with each other.

I loved those conversations between the two of us, I learned about his hopes and dreams of being a fashion designer or a dance instructor.

His face always lit up when I loved his designs and the flush on his face always made it so worth it to see him happy.

He even designed an outfit for me, it was a black off the shoulder sweater with a broken heart in the middle and knee high sweater socks that had an open toe. I adored it and I could feel happiness radiating from him at my enthusiastic acceptance of his design for me.

But right now as I look at the giant his grin was so bathed in warmth towards me I looked in the mirror seeing my face marked in black lipstick and I asked,

"Would it be possible for me to take a shower?" He nodded his head softly with an embarrassed look on his face. But then he asked,

"I noticed that you have fur kinda everywhere, do you need to be dusted afterwards so you don't get moldy or to get rid of the extra oils. I have a berry scented dust that I can brush onto you."  His consideration made my heart feel as if I was suffering from a heart attack. But I've never heard of dusting and I am a bit curious especially if he's willing to brush it through my hair.

"Um can I try it?" I was nervous but I trusted Veneer with my hair so with a nod of Veneers head we were off.