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Chapter 3 - caught a vibe, baby, are you coming for the ride? :D

( A/N: funsies little chapter where you actually get dialogue!! take it )

So, now what?

Ranboo was stuck watching Tommy in the clinic.

The teacher sent them to show him the way since they were the reason he had to go.

And Tommy told on them.

They had carried him the way there, gently slung over their shoulder, "potato sack style," they called it.

Tommy, for the first six minutes, scratched and kicked at them to put him down.

For the last four minutes of the trip, though, he just sat there and muttered every once in a while.

Ranboo on the other hand, didn't say anything or react, just carried him.

Now Ranboo had to sit in a chair while Tommy was given a pack of ice by the nurse.

"Now, you boys just stay here for ten minutes. I'll call your teacher, and let'er know when y'ull return."

Tommy thought the way she spoke was funny.

Ranboo just looked away after she said 'you boys.'

When she left, Tommy turned to Ranboo.

"Hey, bitchboy, this is my impression of that lady,

'Alrite bois letus get em horses all fired up n' ready to travel!'"

Ranboo didn't answer though.

Tommy's quiet laugh turned into a loud silence after a few seconds.

"Hey, you got a problem or something? I heard you speak earlier."

Ranboo looked back at him, looked at their IPod, then back at him.

"Yea, I'm fine. Relieved enough that you got me out of class."

Tommy huffed, "Hell yeah I did, us boys need to stick together out here."

Ranboo delayed their response. "Yep."

"What, are you like emo or something? Ooh, I bet what you're listening to is MCR or some shit. Are you? You have a mask, a covered eye, you just give off emo vibes, you know?" Tommy rambled a bit.

Ranboo was offended. "What? No, I'm not emo. I'm not listening to MCR, either."

"Then what are you listening to? I'm curious what you listen to with that clothing style."

Ranboo looked down at themselves. Nothing particularly stood out to them, it was a grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and black and white converse.

"Uh, I'm listening to," And they mumbled it.

"Speak up."

"...I'm listening to," And it was muttered again.

"C'mon pussy, just say it. I doubt it's bad."

Tommy started drinking from the bag of ice that was supposed to be on his eye.

They were slightly disgusted. "I'm listening to Neil Cicierega. Lemon Demon."

Tommy paused, and choked on the baggy.