Flowers

Old times.

Tubbo continued to walk with Ranboo to his class, listening to the taller rant. Well.. He really wasn't listening. More as though just zoning out in comfortability. Ranboo's voice was very nice. It wasn't too loud it could give someone a headache like Tommy's yet it wasn't quite so quiet that no one would hear him, similar go Tubbo's himself. And he had his own accent! Or,, no accent at all. It was hard to tell, but all Tubbo knew is that to Ranboo, crisps were chips, chips were fries, and he had a very "american-ish" way of saying it. The brunette liked that about the taller. The way he said things, his exaggerated way of making sure he added noises to every explanation, and his strut..
Oh god, his strut. It was like a power walk! Which, totally differed from his personality, as Ranboo wasn't as loud, or confident, or egotistical as his strut was making him seem.
It made Tubbo happy. It made Tubbo happy to see someone that could rule the school if they really tried and put effort into it, just walk around shyly and casually, still saying please and thank you to others.. Tubbo wouldn't admit it, but he was envious. He wished he was that kind still. That innocent. But no, the brunette had gotten the short end of the stick. And he had to deal with it. At least Ranboo was happy about most things. At least he saw the good in people.

"Isn't that right, Tubbo?" Ranboo asked, quickly snapping the brunette out of his train of thoughts. What was he asking about? Did Tubbo do something wrong? Did he mess up again? The shorter quickly held his breath, internally swearing at himself for anything and everything he could've done.
Despite how he was internally panicking, Tubbo just looked up at Ranboo and tilted his head slightly.

".. What?"

"That the school should have a culinary class that we get to make whatever we want! I'd personally like to make spaghetti and try making meat sauce.. I really like spaghetti.."

Oh thank god. It wasn't anything bad. Tubbo gave a small chuckle, before nodding.
"Of course, boss man! This school can be really shitty at times when it comes to what the students would prefer and grow in.."

"See you get me!" Ranboo exclaimed, now just going back to ranting about the school. Tubbo softly sighed, rubbing soft circles into the other's hand. His hands were smooth, unlike Tubbo's. The brunette's hands were so scarred up, and tough, and ruined, and.. Ugly. There was nothing pretty about them. Nothing pretty about the fact you could see his muscle twitch when he got stressed, or how his veins were so visible most people thought of them as drawn on with pen. None of it was pretty. Ranboo's hands were different.. Totally different. They were very soft with little to no scarring. The veins were barely visible but you could still tell he was human. He was alive. He was human, he was alive, and he was gorgeous. Everything about him was. Well.. Not that Tubbo knew what his face looked like correctly. The taller boy had been wearing a mask since they first met, and even in school. His eyes were pretty, though! They were so bright, almost like stars.. Another thing Tubbo was envious of. But.. They fit nicely on the dirty-blonde's face. It added more dimension to his already porcelain complexion.

However, his thoughts soon came to an end when he felt the taller gently tugging at his arm. The brunette quickly looked up at him, furrowing his eye brows slightly before remembering. They had school. They were in seperate classes. They needed to split up. Tubbo bit the inside of his cheek, before just trying to mask his sadness and smiling.
"Ah.. Right. Well.. See ya, Boss Man!"
"Mmhm.. See you later, Tubbo."

Oh this hurt. It hurt way more than it should've. It wasn't like Ranboo and Tubbo weren't ever gonna talk again. It wasn't like this was the end of their friendship. They just had school. So why did the brunette want to yell and to scream and to cry his eyes out? Why was he getting so worked up over such a simple thing?
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..
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Ranboo gave a small wave before walking into his class, leaving Tubbo alone in the hallway. With his thoughts. Oh, his thoughts. How much they liked to torture him.
Tubbo, he never thought of you as a friend.
You're being so fucking pathetic, you know that, right?
You should just leave him alone.
He'd be much happier with like,, Tommy as a friend.
Everyone loves Tommy. Not you.
Everyone is gonna love Ranboo as well.
What can't you understand?
No one likes you.
No one could ever like someone such as you.
You might think life is unfair, huh?
Either you kill yourself or get over it.
Chubbo.
:)

Why wouldn't they shut up? Why wouldn't they leave him alone? Shut up.. Shut up. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-
"Big T!!"
Tubbo quickly snapped out of his thoughts, before looking over at who ever said Big T. It was his nickname, after all. But.. But only Tommy ever called him it and Tommy had been ignoring him for a whi-
"Tommy?"
"Ayeeee!! Tubboooo! Why're you by this class? This is the total opposite direction from our class!"

.. It was? It was! Tubbo hadn't even thought about where Ranboo was leading him. He hadn't thought about where his class would be. He was too caught up in his own thoughts.. Kind of silly..

"Oh!- I was- just- taking a walk."
"You never take walks without me."
"I thought you wouldn't want to come."
"Why wouldn't I want to come?"
".. I don't know."
Because you said you hated me. Tubbo wanted to say. But he didn't. Tommy would get mad. Instead, the blonde just stared at him, before rolling his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, Tubz.. Let's just walk to class. You and me. Like old times!"
".. Old times? Yeah! Alright!"

He missed old times, truly. He missed it when it was him and Tommy against the world. But., Tommy was probably doing so much better. And Tubbo didn't want to stop him from growing. So in turn, this would be temporary. Like before. The brunette allowed the younger blonde to put an arm around his shoulder as they began walking. Like old times.

Old times was an understatement for sure.

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