31- Strawberry

We couldn't find her.

It was already Saturday. Caramel had won the no cussing game, as always, but he didn't want to go anywhere. For the first time, he had lost his interest with amusement parks.

He wanted to go hiking instead.

Of course, it was a drastic change from what Mel would ever want and I knew that. Chocolate had asked why.

"Vanilla kept saying she wanted to go" Caramel had replied with a shrug.

That had made Chocolate go quieter which was scarier than normal, but he was with Caramel, and that felt safe enough.

Cream is standing at my window, staring outside while I go at my punching bag, a white robe on his body with nothing underneath and his gold goblet twirling in his hand.

Even though he barely ever shows emotions, I could tell that he was disturbed.

Cream had no idea when he was thinking, his eyebrows were knitted. I didn't want to tell him. It was a secret of mine that I liked to revel in.

With a sigh, I pull off the gloves around my hands and walk to him, wr