Painted Strings (Ink x Error)

There's an Error...

-Ink's p.o.v-

Best place to hide while your embarrassed... your room... 

Blueberry walked in my room a couple of times but he knows i'm not in the mood for games. Dream also walked in but just to make sure I wasn't sick... 

I regret doing it yet I don't... It already past Ink... I just need... to wait... for... a bit... and...

-Screams in pillow as if get's muffled-

I literally hate this... Blueberry walked in... But this time he asked a question...

"Ink... did you give Error the taco's?"

I nodded and he squealed "YOU DID?! WHAT DID HE SAY? WHAT DID HE SAY?"

I blushed even more... I dug my face into my pillow more...

"He said I was joking..." I murmured but Blueberry heard "What does he mean?"

I sighed and stood up "That means he think's i'm lying..."

Then Blueberry looked up to me and said "DID YOU CONFESS TO HIM!?"

AHHHHHHHH!!! I went down into my pillow as Blueberry starts to squeal loudly. Dream came in confused. "What happened?"

"Dream! Ink confessed to Error!" Blueberry said and Dream tilted his head "Really?"

Dream looked over to me and then I nodded while I dug my head in my pillow. "Really?!" Dream then made a squeal too... "NOT YOU TOO" I said as Blueberry squealed together with him.

"INK! That's great! Now Error doesn't have to cause trouble now!" Dream said but then I shook my head. "Dream... He didn't... really... make a truce yet..."

Dream looked at me and then looked over to Blueberry. "Oh... Well... At least he knows how you feel about him!"

I then pulled the sheets over me as my face heats up. Dream noticed how 'embarrassing' this was and then walked outside with Blueberry. I can hear Blueberry making a huge ruckus about Error and I but... it makes me feel my sins crawling on my back...

I looked over to broomie that was in the corner of my room. I wanted to draw... Yet I felt like i'm gonna make a big mistake if I do so...

This is causing me so much frustration... I quickly got out of the bed and grabbed a pencil. Then I got a piece of paper and decided to draw. This time I drew flowers... Yet... It didn't feel right...

I put the paper aside and put my head on the desk.

Why? Why must you say Why? How about How?