stupid | technoblade x oc

Ch. 4

The following morning I woke up with Criminal Minds still playing and wearing yesterday's clothes. I recalled the phone call I made and internally cringed as I got up to get dressed. What was I thinking?

It scared me honestly how compelled to him I was already. It wasn't like an "I need to see him" kind of thing, more that I had some weird impulse to call him.

I've never trusted anyone super easily, not like that. It isn't necessarily hard to earn my trust but it took him only 48 hours to do so. How does that happen? I shook it off for now and chalked it up to being bored with my current options and risking anything for a little excitement, which he definitely brought.

School rolled by fairly quickly. Maybe that's because it was Friday and Halloween was coming closer and closer. Halloween was my favorite holiday - especially now that it was allowed in our town. It was banned up until a few years ago due to the heavily religious sentiments of some of the elders in town, but my father had declared that it was alright by him and alright by God that we celebrate.

The bookstore was my favorite place about the town. I suppose I can stand the people in it when there's an old historic building used as a library/bookstore/café that I can go to whenever I want. I was walking along the dirt road to get there once school let out when a car pulled up behind me.

Jaime smiled at me from the driver's seat of her Honda, "Hey, Andy. Football game is tonight, you know. You promised you'd go to this one."

I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless, "Trust me, I didn't forget. I have it marked in my calendar to fake sick by 7:00."

"You better be in the hospital then or else you're going." She laughed, "Need a ride home?"

I shook my head, some hair falling out from my bun as I did, "No, I'm just going to the library for a few hours and then I will."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight." she beamed and drove off.

I watched her go. Jaime was always nice, even in our old-fashioned hierarchical school where she should be at the top as a cheerleader and the loners and "geeks" are at the bottom (aka me). Yeah, it's very 1990s at our high school. People still use the word "jocks" and believe that these are the best four years of our life. But Jaime was simultaneously adored and also friends with me, which I couldn't appreciate more, even though I couldn't express it.

The rock I had been kicking along the way took an unexpected route to my far left as it hit the wrong side of my dirty old black converse, so I kept walking. A breeze blew through the trees, rustling the falling leaves and forcing me to pull my jacket tighter around me and stuff my hands further into my pockets. I really didn't mind, though. Fall and winter were my favorite seasons. I tend to get down during the summer months, which my parents find odd. Usually it's the other way around.

However, the warmth coming from the fireplace of the library was not unwelcome to me. I loved everything this old building had to offer. I loved the archaic books on the restricted shelves, the calm lighting from only a few lamps and windows, the librarian who knew me too well, Techno sitting on the couch-

Techno?

I did a double take as I saw him sitting at the couch, holding open a book with one hand. The book covered his face entirely but those pink locks of hair were unmistakably his. His fingers donned a few rings of silver and were drumming against the couch to a tune of his own. He wore the same black jeans he wore that night we met and a black hoodie instead of pink. I took a seat right next to him.

He didn't even flinch, "Andromeda."

"Andy. Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."