(Old) Theuton || The Pals Fanfic

1- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬

"Sometimes, you just need a break. 

In a beautiful place. 

Alone. 

To figure things out."

Denis's POV

Being an outcast isn't fun. I don't have any friends and my family barely knows I'm there. I want to run away. Believe me. I've tried.

School isn't that fun either. With no friends, it's hard to enjoy school. High school drama is a pain too. I spend most of my time at the town library. I don't read much, I mainly do there to draw and talk with the librarian. She's a nice old woman. She said she's 113. She's actually 83. I started talking to her when I was 10. She's like a grandmother to me.

I'm walking there now. The library is about a 5-minute walk from the high school. I would drive there if I had a car. I don't have enough money to buy my own and my parents don't want to buy me one.

They could've at least let me borrow theirs every now and then. It's not like we're struggling financially. My brother has his own car, which my parents bought for him, and my parents both have well-paying jobs. I'm not trying to be greedy. I don't care about a car or the latest phone. A simple, 'we're proud of you son' would be enough.

I opened the library door and went over to the beanbags. They're meant for the kids, but they're comfy. First come first serve kids. Ms. Vintner, the librarian came up to me. She lets me work here.

"Come on lazy! These books aren't going to organize themselves!" She called. I laughed and stood up. She handed me a few books and I went around to organize them. I skimmed through a few of them before putting them on the shelves.

Once I finished, I went over to the tables, took out a piece of paper, and a pencil. I started doodling and before I knew it, I had to go home. I said goodbye to Ms. Vinter and started my walk home.

After 10 minutes, I got to my house. When I got inside, I went straight to my room. I ripped one of my drawings out of my notebook and taped it up with the rest on my drawings. Only the ones I'm proud of go on the wall. I slumped down onto my bed after getting changed.

"Denis! Dinner!" My sister yelled. I groaned and went downstairs. Rachel had mac and cheese out on the table. I raised an eyebrow. She looked at me confused. I crossed my arms.

"Lactose intolerant," I said sternly. She jumped a little and apologized. I laughed a little and went over to the fridge. My older brother moved out earlier this year. Mom and Dad have been working a bit later than normal too. It's just me and Rachel. I grabbed an apple and bit into it. Rachel started eating her mac and cheese.

I went back to my room and laid on my bed. After I finished my apple, I felt tired and decided to fall asleep.

I opened my eyes and winced at the light shining through the window. I keep forgetting to close those curtains. I got out of bed, changed, and went downstairs. My parents were having breakfast. I ignored them and got shoes on. It's Saturday which means no school.

"I'm going to the library!" I yelled. My parents didn't budge. I sighed and left.

I got to the library about 9 minutes later. Ms. Vintner was at her desk. She pulled up her glasses and looked at me.

"Ah! Denis! Glad you're here!" She called. For a librarian, she's pretty loud. She had a cart of books for me to organize.

"I know it's a lot. After you can go home for the day. Okay?" She said.

"It's fine!" I went over to the cart and started putting the boxes away. It took about an hour. I didn't mind though. I found it relaxing and the titles gave me some good drawing ideas. Ms. Vintner came over to me with a book.

"Thank you so much, Denis! Here, have this." She handed me the book.

Theuton

Reality in disguise

"It's fiction. I thought you'd like it since you have such a good imagination." Ms. Vintner chuckled.

"Thank you! I'll give it back to you once I'm done with it." I cheered. Ms. Vintner smiled and I left. I skimmed through the pages. There were little doodles of characters on the pages. As I walked something fell out of the book. It hit the floor and I looked down at it. It was a compass. I picked it up. The back had writing on it.

The true awaits

Follow me

and you will see

I flipped it back over. It wasn't pointing north like normal compasses. I decided to follow it.