⚠️ Strong language and some TW, TW will be listed in the chapter ⚠️
- A stressed teenaged boy and a gentle giant who doesn't feel like he fits in collide, their worlds combining. The collision spirals out a story of deep friendship, and maybe even r...
I held out the piece of paper towards my father, my hands shaking ever so slightly as I turned my head away, readying myself for the loud yells of my parents. Don't get me wrong, my Dad is amazing, but when it comes to grades, things can get messy.
"What is this?!" My dad exclaimed in a furious tone, jabbing his finger at my mark of D at English and Reading. I could almost feel the anger radiating off him like a fire, enveloping me in heat. I flinched, dropping the paper. Before any more words could escape my father's mouth, I bolted out the front door like a frightened deer, not stopping as I heard my father yelling curses behind me.
I skittered towards a small clearing near the river by our house, my light brown hair ruffling in the wind. I skidded to a stop, pressing my back against a tree.
( this is what the place looks like )
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I breathed a shaky breath, sinking to my knees. A tear leaked out of my glossy eyes of green and blue, and I wiped it away carelessly befire more came after it. It was a common occurrence, his dad yelling at him and occasionally hurting him for his bad grades, but it still made him cry. He couldn't help that he had dyslexia.
He was so caught up with crying that he didn't notice a soft clunk of feet hitting the grass. He didn't notice anything until a boy quietly asked "Hey, are you alright?"
Ranboo's POV
I sat up in my treehouse which was more of a plank, built sturdily in the branches of a tall willow tree. It wasn't much, but I loved it. I swung my legs over the side, my half black half white hair blowing gently in the breeze. I heard a few stones scatter, and i turned to see a boy who looked about my age scamper into the clearing. He looked frightened, and I focused my red and green eyes on him.
His light brown hair looked tousled, Ranboo assumed from the wind, and he was wearing black jeans and a green plaid top with white tennis shoes. I watched curiously as the boy sank to his knees in the soft grass. My eyes filled with sympathy as the boy began to cry big crocodile years, wailing his heart out. I couldn't just sit and watch him cry, so I began to make my way down the tree, landing lightly on the silky grass. I crept over to the other boy and asked quietly "Hey, are you okay?"
Tubbo's POV
I jumped, turning to see a very concerned looking boy with half black half white hair, red and green eyes and a half black half white mask with a gold crown on the black half. I opened his mouth, trying to say something but I couldn't get anything out of my chest so I began to cry. The other boy rushed over, sitting down next to me and rubbing my back, whispering comfort. From what I could see through my blurred vision, he had a light dusting of freckles across his light brown skin, which I could see now that the boy was closer. My sobs began to quieten down, I found that him rubbing my back was actually quite soothing. I dragged the back of my hand over my tearstained face, drying any tears that were left. The other boys eyes lit up as he saw me stop crying, and he removed his hand from my back.
"Uhm- can you keep doing that?" I mumbled, hiding my face in the crook of my elbow.
"Oh-! Sure." He placed his hand on my back again, rubbing in small circles.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" He asked.
"Toby, but call me Tubbo please." I muttered, face still in the crook of my elbow.
"Mmm. I'm Ranboo." The boy hummed, arranging his long legs into a more comfortable position.
"Pretty name. Is that your real name or-?"
"Oh no, I dont actually remember my real name. My adopted family have called me Ranboo for as long as i can remember." He smiled, ruffling his hair.
"Ohh. Cool!" I said in a more chirpy tone, raising my head. "Say, where do you live?"
He turned to look at me. "I live near the river, but I spend a lot of days and nights up there." He pointed to a contraption that looked a bit like a treehouse in a willow tree. "I have a lot of plants up there, I love plants." Ranboo said quietly.
"Cool! Um.. by any chance are you sleeping here tonight?" I asked casually.
"Yeah actually, I usually do my homeschool work here."
"Oh, lucky. I go to public school." I said wryly. "Anyway, um- this might sound a bit weird, but can I stay here tonight?"
"Oh, uh- sure. Why though, don't you have a house?" Ranboo asked, stopping rubbing my back.
"I do, but dad got angry at me for my bad grades again. I have dyslexia, so I usually get bad grades at English and Reading, occasionally Maths. I don't want dad to hurt me tonight.." I muttered quietly, looking over the river.
"I'm- I'm sorry that happens Tubbo. You can stay the night, and you can stay any night you want." He said quietly.
"Thank you.. hey look! The sunset!" I said enthusiastically. Ranboo looked up, his eyes lighting. He grabbed my arm, pulling me up towards his treehouse. I glanced at the wooden planks nailed to the tree for climbing.
"Uhh.. I don't think I can climb that." I said nervously. I wasn't bad at climbing, it was just the anxiety that those steps wouldn't hold my weight.
"You'll be fine!" Ranboo assured ne, and his words gave me courage. I scampered up the tree almost like a squirrel, Ranboo following shortly after.
We sat at the top on the blankets that Ranboo had up there, and we each hugged a pillow as we watched the sun set. Ranboo began to read a book called The Island at the End of Everything ( it's a good book ) to me as the sun disappeared. His voice was calm and soothing, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep. ____________________
