~[ Just Bestfriends ]~ | ranbooxtubbo [ANGST}

The Drive (redone)

It was always going to be like this, wasn't it? I hate this stupid heartbreak, this agony, and how I keep on running back to it every time..

He scoffed into the still air, his head resting on the steering wheel. It wasn't like Ranboo had anything else to do. They couldn't think of anything else that they would be doing at this hour besides sleeping, though that didn't make them feel much better.

Being lonely wasn't a fun, nor enjoyable, thing to Ranboo, like it was to many people. Nonetheless, they had often found themselves alone most of the time. He had always been.. different from other people his age. With being 6 '2 without shoes, always wearing an odd mask, nonbinary, and with a closet full of black jeans and jackets, they were known as an outcast. It never helped that Ranboo was diagnosed with facial dysmorphia, depression, and acute anxiety at the age of only 7, making other kids kind of afraid of him.

I wish he'd just see me as more than his damn chauffeur, and think of me as an actual person, his best friend, for fucking once.

Ranboo often found their thoughts drifting down this road of anger during these times Sitting in his little shit-box of a car on the side of a random road, some type of gas-station energy drink to keep him awake, and his radio barely muttering music. Oh, and of course, a raging house party on the other side of the street.

They sighed once more, trying to pull back out of their mind. His eyes flickered to the clock. 3:03. AM. On a Friday night.

He snorted at himself and what he was currently doing, knowing that only last weekend he had swore to never do it again. And yet, here he was..

Ranboo opened their door, stepping out onto the asphalt. He slightly slammed the door, huffing as he did so.

You don't get to feel sorry, you know you're doing this to yourself...

The air was chilled, and Ranboo was suddenly grateful for the jumper he had worn. He looked up at the forming storm clouds and simply shook his head. Ranboo shoved their hands into their pants pockets, and went around to the front of the car. The brown haired person sat down on it, and immediately noticed the cold vinyl seeping into his jeans and freezing his legs. Ranboo shivered lightly, their breath steaming out in front of them.

The sad, and slightly angry, person brought the stick to their lips, breathing the sweet, fruit flavored nic in and out. Ranboo had started to vape since he had heard it could reduce some of his anxiety, but it soon turned into somewhat of a hobby. They knew they weren't addicted, not like many people were, but they enjoyed the mango flavor on their tongue, and the placebo calming effect it had on their nerves.

Ranboo started to zone out once more, their bicolored eyes staring into seemingly nothing as their mind spiraled into the frequent pit of self-hatred they had come almost used to.

Suddenly, a soft thud sounded against the side of the car, and he was quickly snapped out of his trance. The noise was soon followed by a high- pitched giggle, and Ranboo hopped off the hood of his car to investigate. When they saw who it was, they soon rolled their eyes, and quietly sighed in defeat. His concern outweighed his current frustration, if only by a little bit.

Ranboo bent down beside the boy beside his car, muttering something about being stupid, and scooped him up easily. They had the other boy held tightly in their arms, holding the boy securely to their chest. Ranboo looked down at him, but quickly diverted his eyes as he looked around him for anyone else. Thankfully, there was no one, so they relaxed a little more.

"Now what, exactly, have you gotten yourself into this time, Toby?" They spoke low and grumbly, carrying the rather small boy over to the passenger side of the car. Tubbo giggled again, looking up at him with slightly glazed-over eyes.