Day After Day|| A Beeduo Fanfiction

7 Days

"You're nothing to anyone, so I doubt people will care if you get hurt." As they said that, my head was pushed against the wall, slowly falling down to the school floor. They drag me to the nearest restroom and stick my head in the toilet in the stall closest to us. "Ha! That will teach ya! Later loser!" With that said, they leave the restroom. I get up from the place I was sitting and just stare at the floor, my face dripping with water. My name is Tubbo and I was bullied for what seems like forever. I would always have bruises on my legs and arms, but no one even notices. My parents never cared where I was or what I was doing, but the fact that they don't care about everything that has been happening really pissed me off. They only care about my education. I exit the stall and walk over to the sinks to wash my face. 'why the fuck do I even get bullied?' I wanted to figure out an answer and every time I ask I get punched or get called names. I wash my face and dry it off with a paper towel, the towel slowly turning darker. I didn't like school, but the only reason I go is so I don't have to deal with my mom and dad bickering about how I wasn't in school. I throw the wet paper towel and exit the bathroom. I go to my locker with my head down and calmly grab my backpack. My locker was pretty close to the bullies. I kept an eye out. That was until I accidentally made eye contact with one of them. "Hey loser!" I was terrified.I started to walk. "Hey bee boy! We're talking to you!" I didn't want to turn around, so I kept walking. "Hey get back here you prick!" I started to run, I left the school and ran to my bus. But the boys started gaining on me. I ran past my bus and into the woods behind the school. I looked behind me and saw them running not far behind. I hide behind a tree and close my eyes. "Where the fuck did he go?" One boy called out. "I don't know, but we better get to the bus. If I get home late my mom is going to beat my ass!" I heard footsteps trail off. Once I knew it was safe, I opened my eyes. I stood up and decided to walk instead of taking the bus. It would save me the time of having to be at my house with my asshole parents and would give me time to think to myself. I walk slower than normal, so I can breathe in fresh air and think about what will happen in 7 days. I was planning on killing myself, so I don't have to deal with the pain of the world and finally get what I want. I stopped about a mile from my house and sat under a tree, dreading to go back to my house. 'at this point I don't even fucking care what happens'. I sat there for a few minutes thinking about some food. More specifically, honey glazed doughnuts. I get up from my spot and just walk to the nearest store to buy some stuff that I wanted, mostly doughnuts. I headed towards the store which was an extra 2 miles from where I was. Although it wasn't a long walk, it was still pretty tiring. Once I got there I immediately went to the Bakery. "Hey Tubbo! I'm guessing it's usually for you?" The baker looked at me with a smile on her face. "Yes indeed, thank you Mrs.Niki." I smiled and grabbed the doughnuts off the counter and hand her 7 dollars, 'fuck, I'm a dollar short.' Mrs.Niki looked at me and smiled, "it's okay Tubbo, I'll let you off this time." I thank her and walk out of the store. Mrs.Niki was always nice to me. Also that wasn't my first time forgetting a dollar or two. She just didn't care, as long as I was happy. I began my walk to my damn house, but something, more like someone, caught my attention. A tall boy who looked around the same age as me walked past into the store. He was huge. He had strange colored eyes, but I didn't get a good enough look to see what colors they were. I shrugged it off and walked once again. Instead of walking straight to my house I took a longer route. It was an extra mile long, but it gave me plenty of time to eat some doughnuts. I walked for a bit while eating. I was a mile from my house once again and I stopped and sat at a bus stop. This one was always abandoned, so no busses came by. Well except this one time when a new driver came around and asked if this place was still in use. I laughed at the thought of him freaking out about the fact that he drove 20 minutes to get here and had to turn around. I grabbed a doughnut out of the box and ate it. I love the taste of honey, but sometimes the honey would be too sweet or too bitter. I finished the doughnut I was eating and sat up grabbing the box as well. I brushed off the crumbs from my jeans and continued my wall home, dreaded it. About half way through the mile, I saw the same boy I saw at the store entrance. He was carrying the store bag and a backpack. He must have gotten off of school as well. 'Damn he is tall.' I decided to ignore the person and continue walking home, but I couldn't. I took a deep breath and walked across the street, getting closer to the dude. I walk up to the boy and introduce myself. "Hey," I calmly said as I tapped on his shoulder. He turned around to face me, "hello." His voice was deep and soothing, and his eyes were beautiful. One being a rare color, red, and the other being green. "I'm sorry, but I saw you at the store. I thought it would be good to try and talk." He smiled and it was welcoming. I haven't seen anyone smile for a very long time. When I was younger, I had this teacher who was kind to everyone. Everyone loved him. He had the best smile anyone could hope for, and he even smiled if we were all misbehaving. But sadly at the end of the year he passed away. Everyone was depressed and thought of his smile for everyone, which made everyone think of him. I snapped out of my memories and looked back at the tall guy. "I'm Tubbo," I said. "Ranboo," his name was odd but I could say the same for mine. "Um, you maybe want to talk for a bit?" He smiled again and he nodded. I offered to sit under a tree near us and we walked over. Sitting down, I set the box of doughnuts in my lap. "So let's start off easy, I'm 17 and I love honey glazed doughnuts." He smiled and said, ''I'm also 17 and I love to eat spaghetti." We both laughed at the fact we both said our favorite foods. "My favorite colors are black and white and I hate when people like the 'color' chocolate brown. It's not even a color!" I laughed, "well my favorite colors are black, green, and yellow. And I hate when people don't like bees." He laughed. We talked for a little bit, just talking about random topics. He was fun to talk to. Not to mention, but he was hilarious. He made a couple of jokes every once in a while. I was concerned about the time so I got out my phone. I looked at the time and noticed that it was almost 6. "Shit! My parents are going to murder me!" Ranboo looked up at me and smiled, "here's my number. Let's meet back here again, but at an earlier time." I agreed and we both went our separate ways. I typed in his number and labeled rAnBoO for the name. I walked up the driveway of my house and noticed my mom was home. "Shit," I said under my breath. I opened my door and saw my mom sitting on the couch. "Where the hell have you been?" She looked at me and got up from her seat. "Sorry, there was traffic where the bus was heading so they had to drop us all off at the store." She narrowed her eyes and walked off. 'Fuck, that was close.' I head up to my room and start to eat the doughnuts again. I keep thinking about Ranboo, but I know that I just met him was weird. For some odd reason, I felt like I've met someone like him before. When I was younger, I met this boy. I forgot his name, but I met him when I was ten. I don't remember where or when I introduced myself. All I remember is talking to him. He sounded like Ranboo, making all of the jokes and he even helped me when I was being bullied. I stopped talking to him when I met someone else. I felt bad. But I tried to forget about him. I stopped thinking about it. I turned on my phone and watched some videos on YouTube. I was never really a fan of YouTube, but this one YouTuber always caught my eye. His name was CG5, he made a lot of music and his second channel was him being crazy. My favorite song by him was his remake of I Got No Time by TLT. After about an hour of just sitting there, listening to CG5's music, I was called down for dinner. I close the box of doughnuts and head out of my room. I walked to the table and sat down. My mom brought out some bowls of soup and set them in the spots. I stared down at the bowl and saw mushrooms. I have nothing against them, but they never tasted good with soup. My dad started eating as well as my mom. "So Tubbo, getting good grades?" My dad said to me as he grabbed a spoonful of soup. "Yeah, I think so. I've turned in all my assignments and most, if not almost all, had good markings." He gave a thumbs up and continued to eat. I sighed and continued to eat. I wasn't excited to go to school tomorrow, but I had to or else I would fucking die by my own parents. I finished up my food and walked to the kitchen and put my dish in the sink. "I'm going to bed." My parents nodded and started talking to each other. I walked up to my room and I put my pajamas on and headed to sleep. It took me a while to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Ranboo. 'Hey it's me Tubbo. Just wanted to say goodnight and see you soon. Ig'. I set my phone down and started to think about killing myself. Damn, just a few more days until I get to end it all. All the pain and suffering, but also the fact that I get to see everyone who actually cared about me in heaven or hell. I hated my life, but I always tried to overlook the bullying. I even tried to think positive, but it was no use. The same thing happens everyday. At Night I can do whatever the hell I want. But as morning comes, I have to deal with all of this again. And I don't want to. But I have to.