Flowers

Dearest beloved.

".. Ranboo?"

Tubbo couldn't believe it. Ranboo was just supposed to be a hallucination. A dream that would never come true. Yet there he was. Still tall. Still dirty blonde. Still an unbelievable good fashion sense. Still.. Pretty. Still how he saw- no- pictured him a day ago. But.. Wasn't that a dream? Why was he still here? Why didn't he frown when he say Tubbo's scarred face? It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense at all. None of it made sense and Tubbo didn't like it.

"Oh! Hello Tubbo!"

God dammit.. He was staring at Ranboo for quite sometime. Obviously the taller male would've decided to speak. "Boss man! Since- since when did you go to this school?"
"Oh- uhm.."
The question seemed to have stunned Ranboo. Which confused Tubbo. What was so hard about answering a simple question?
"I- uhm- have been here since last year.. It was just that I stayed away from- uh- talking with people.."
"With your height, everyone would've noticed you! How come I haven't seen you before?" Tubbo questioned further, making Ranboo bite his cheek.
".. I probably had different classes than you. I was on team Neutral for the longest time, you were probably on team Manburg,"
"Team Neutral? We hated you guys!"
"We hated ourselves!"
They both bursted out into laughter. Maybe Tubbo wasn't being fully honest when he said they hated the Team Neutral members. He wasn't even well liked himself, considering he was originally on Team L'manburg and switched when he figured out both of his parents were on Manburg.
When Tommy had found out, he was absolutely pissed. They had argued most of the day.

[TW: Yelling, shouting, arguing]

Tommy had been walking away from Tubbo, obviously in a shitty mood.
"You joined MANBURG?!"
"Boss man, I'm sorry! I just wanted to be on my parents' sid-"
"Your parents treat you like literal shit and you still joined a team they were on like,, 50 YEARS AGO!-"
"IT WASN'T 50 YEARS AGO! They aren't old like your father! It was 15 years ago! And I'm allowed to wanna meet their expectations!"
At that, the blonde rolled his eyes and stopped.
"You do know that Wilbur is gonna be so pissed, right?"
"No one fucking cares about what Wilbur thinks!-"
"I DO!" Tommy shouted, looking over at the shaking brunette. Tubbo was absolutely stunned by the yelling. He wanted to cry. And to shout. And run home to his parents. Give them hugs. Cuddle up together on the couch and watch movies like they used to do whenever Tubbo was sad. But he couldn't do that. He had school. "YOU'RE JUST SELFISH! TEAM L'MANBURG WILL DO SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU AND YOUR STUPID IDEAS!"
"SO WHAT?! IS THE TEAM WORTH MORE THAN ME-"
"THE TEAM WAS WORTH MORE THAN YOU EVER WERE!"
.. What? Tommy.. Tommy that a stupid team for school was worth more than.. Tubbo? Than his best friend? The brunette stared blankly at the taller, slowly pacing his breathing as an attempt to calm down.
".. Get the fuck away from me, Tommy. And go bother your " anarchist " and "oh so president-like " brothers."
"Fine. I will!"
Tommy walked away, leaving Tubbo staring at the spot that once held his closest friend. It hurt. It hurt so FUCKING much. Not physically. Nothing hurt physically, other than his hands. His nails were digging, so fucking deep into his palms. Blood had began to swell around the crescent like cuts, however he didn't care. He was too underwhelmed. In the sense of, he couldn't bother to care. He couldn't have enough energy to wipe the tears swarming to his eyes. He couldn't even bother to feel angry. He just felt.. Meh. If Tommy truly believed that, that was his choice. Tubbo didn't care. If the blonde wanted to throw everything they had away and focus on the team and Technoblade and stupid Wilbur, that was fine as well. The brunette still had good grades. He still was a top student. He was fine.. Fine. Yeah. His parents would appreciate him more now that he was on their old team, right? That was all that mattered.

[TW over]

Well it really didn't even matter. It didn't even benefit Tubbo that well, either. His parents didn't treat him much better and most of his teammates were shallow and two-faced. The only person it really helped was Tommy, and that was because he got closer with Technoblade. Not so with Wilbur, since the older brunette decided to change personas for a good bit,, but still helped.
And that was all Tubbo could wish for. He was glad it made him happy. That's all Tubbo would ever want in life. The brunette didn't care much about his own joy. He only wanted Tommy to be happy-
".. Tubbo are you alright?"
-ah yes.. And now Ranboo's as well.
"Oh- yeah boss man! Was just thinking!"
"Alright! Want me to walk you to class? I have a little until mine starts, but many people on your team have already started walking into class."
"You really are a stalker!! You know most of my teammates too?!"
"Wh-what?!- no! I just don't talk to people and get bored-"
Tubbo burst into laughter.
"I was only kidding, man! Calm down!"
Ranboo began laughing along slightly.
"Ah- ahah.. Of course.. I'm sorry for freaking out.."
"It's fine man! But yeah! Walk me to class, my beloved~"
At the small phrase "my beloved", Ranboo's face instantly turned a different shade of red. Tubbo chuckled, finding it somewhat adorable, before grabbing the taller's hand and beginning to walk.

Tubbo wished it could always be like this. Peaceful. Joking. Just the two of them. Ranbo.. Ranbee.. Bee.. Duo.. Bee duo! It seemed so perfect as well. However, Tubbo knew it couldn't last forever.
Only soon enough until Ranboo gets bored.
Only soon enough until Ranboo gets more friends.
Only soon enough until Tubbo gets left behind. Like always.
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But as of now, Tubbo would soak in every single moment. Tubbo would love and give affection until Ranboo decides he had enough. Tubbo would protect everything he has left with his life, and that's final. It'd be his goal.

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Hello! Bee here! Just wanna say that any mentions of the words " love " and " affection " are meant in a platonic way. So are the small little flirts. I am in no way trying to romanticize this relationship. :)

¡Hola! ¡Abeja aquí! Solo quiero decir que cualquier mención de las palabras "amor" y "afecto" tiene un significado platónico. También lo son los pequeños coqueteos. De ninguna manera estoy tratando de romantizar esta relación. :)

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