Attached | Bee & Boo

Bravery

TW: Catcalling (I don't know if it counts as catcalling but I don't have a better word for it)

A/N: I'll be posting on Tainted Perception whenever I finish the chapter for that, prob in a few hours. 

 The day seemed to go on forever, trekking from class to class, from desk to desk. What was the point? The students were jerks and the teachers were strict, plus the staring was terrible. You'd think after almost a year at this school they'd get used to his appearance, but nope! No, it still happened like every day. News Flash: People suck, except for Tubbo maybe, he seemed nice. Perking up at the sound of the bell, he quickly ran through the halls, ignoring the call after him about how "The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do!"

Practically skipping out the exit, he set a brisk pace towards the nearest store, all while trying to ignore the pool of dread in his stomach that always came with social interaction. Shaking his head to clear it, he opened the door, glancing up slightly at the automated jingling sound. It was one of those gas station all purpose stops, and luckily, it was pretty cheap.

"Hey, freak!" Unluckily, because of the low prices, it attracted a bunch of the other kids from both school and the orphanage. Ignoring the call, he scanned the aisles, grabbing a couple snack foods along the way. "Hey freak, I'm talkin' to you!" Sighing, he still didn't acknowledge the obvious reference to himself. Unfortunately, the kid took matters into his own hands, literally. Gasping in pain at the sudden contact, Ranboo clutched his fists, trying to keep himself from recoiling.

"Let go of my wrist," he growled, effectively using his height to dwarf the offender. The kid, apparently surprised at his guts, immediately let go, backing off quickly.

"Hey hey hey, it was a joke, man! Learn to take some humor!" Ranboo simply glared, not intending to take any crap today. The kid raised his hands in surrender, backing out of the store. As soon as the jerk was out of his sight, he let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his wrist gently as if he could consol the irritated skin. Shaking his head, he gathered the rest of the stuff he needed, and headed towards the check out.

"That was brave of you," the cashier commented.

Glancing up in surprise, Ranboo's brain then decided to throw itself out the window, "You too. Wait- shoot, I mean thank you- that- that didn't make sense- I mean thank you." "

The woman raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly at the obvious flustered appearance of the boy (not in a sexual way you gremlins), "Your total is $10.50. " She said finally, holding her hand out. Digging through his pockets, he quickly pulled out two bills, a ten and a five, trying not to cringe at the amount, he passed it to the waiting hand. The cashier gave him his change, and he was off.

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"Is he here yet?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No." Phil sighed, he was starting to get really pissed at Tubbo

"Noooowwwwwwww?"

"NO!" All three of them exclaimed, apparently he wasn't the only one.

"Well, I am- I am here actually...." the boy trailed off.

"Ranboooo!!! Food?"

"Oh piss off." Phil yelled.

"Here, Tubbo." the hybrid offered, smiling as he passed out various food items. It wasn't much, but Phil could tell just by looking that Ranboo was embarrassed by the small amount he could provide, so he wasn't about to complain.

"Thanks, mate."

"What he said," Tommy agreed, gesturing loosely to the man while scarfing down a bag of chips.. Wilbur scoffed at the boy's antics, but nodded along.

"Yeah, we would have starved without you!" Tubbo cried, dramatizing the situation? Definitely. But it did get the point across, so it was fine in Phil's book. 

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