[YOU ARE GOLFBALL.]

Anxiety.

Anxiety was all Tennisball felt when Golfball was in a bad mood. He adored her more than anything, but she was not approachable that day. Golfball's narrowed eyes and scowl said everything. Right now, sitting on the hill with her was nerve-racking.

After long, agonizing seconds, Tennisball considered speaking up. He let out a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering of his heart. He wanted to talk to her. To ask her what was troubling her so deeply.

Will she be annoyed?

A minute or two passed before Tennisball finally scooted an inch closer to Golfball, the soft grass brushing against his legs. She eyed him, her scowl remaining firm.

"Hey... Golfy? Are you OK?" Tennis inquired. He wanted to know what was making her look so... Angry.

"My teammates ignore me."

Tennis ball wasn't very surprised. Golfball had always been bossy in nature. It was likely that her team found her demanding presence unnerving or simply annoying. Though, he wouldn't say it out loud.

What now?