Clownin Around🤪||OC fanfic||

Hostage

I grabbed my bag and headed to the boss's office. Our boss is the one who helped Daniela with this whole charity thing. You may think that since he helped her with this, he would be a nice guy, but hell no. I knocked quietly on the door which suddenly swung open. I jumped as I saw him. He was bald everywhere except the sides of his head, and had a broom mustache. I can say, though, that he did look very professional in his suit. His expression was enraged, as if he was about to pop a blood vessel. I gulped.

"Uh-uhm.. you wanted to see me, si-" "Sit down." He ordered menacingly. I shivered and shakily walked in his office and sat down on the chair across from his. He slammed the door and sat down on his swingy chair. "Milo. I heard you have been smoking during work hours." Oh shit. "Not only have you been smoking during work hours, but right before you see CHILDREN?!" He screamed at me. If you know me, you'll know that I hate being yelled at. "I-I..uhm..no, sir. These accusations are false." I lied, looking down, my voice starting to break. "Let me see your bag." My eyes widened. I knew I was busted now.

I handed him my bag, my hands trembling. He snatched it and ripped down the zipper. He saw my packs of cigarettes. He dropped the bag and looked at me as I stared at the floor in shame, focusing on not crying. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TERRIBLE IT IS TO SMOKE DURING WORK HOURS?! NOT ONLY THAT, BUT YOU LIED TO ME?!" "I'm sorry sir.." I muttered, my voice small and shaky as tears welled up and streamed down my face, ruining my makeup even more. He flipped my bag upside down, dumping my packs of cigarettes all on the floor. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE. IF I CATCH YOU SMOKING DURING WORK HOURS EVER AGAIN, YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU EVER MET ME." He screamed, throwing my bag into my hands "Yes, sir.." I managed to whisper as I quickly got up and headed out the door, shutting it behind me.

When I walked back to the dressing room, wiping my tears and trying to calm down and make it look like I wasn't crying, I heard a loud thud. I nervously started to walk faster, before hearing yelling and screaming. Uh oh, what if something happened to one of my friends? I ran back into the dressing room, but was surprised at what I saw. I saw my friends staring at a red haired boy, probably 13, maybe 14. He had acne and a nasal cannula. If you don't know what that is, it's basically a tube that goes under your nose and it helps you breathe. He was dirty, and his hair was messy. He was tied to a chair and angrily screaming at everyone. I would be mad too if someone took me hostage.

"What the hell is going on?!" I yelled, everyone looked at me. Daniela started to explain "I-I..he fell out of a tree and..he threatened to sue us since it was near our center. He seemed like a stray so-" "A STRAY?! A HUMAN CAN'T BE A STRAY YOU IDIOT!!" The angry ginger yelled, squirming and kicking his legs. "He wouldn't let us take him in! We had to force him." I looked at the boy, examining his features. "What are you looking at, you fucking gay!" My brow furrowed "Why do you think it's okay to talk to people like that?!" I argued, walking up in front of him. As much of an asshole as he was, he was very pretty. I'm not gay though!

"You kidnapped me! I wanna go home!!" "You have a home?" Daniela asked. She doesn't seem to have a filter sometimes. "Sorta..and I wanna go back!" Tears streamed down his face. Under his anger and foul language, he seemed to be genuinely scared. A part of me felt bad for him. "Look, dude. We aren't gonna hurt you. We're nice people. And you can be a part of our group if you like!" I said, nervously lifting a hand on his face and wiping his tears. He looked at me hesitantly and, for a second, I saw him smile. "O-ok.." he muttered. He did seem to want to have this tough and 'don't mess with me' personality, but I think he needs to realize that he's still just a kid. I untied him and lead him to the bathroom where I could clean him up and make him more presentable. I turned on the hot sink water and extended my hand with a wash rag, soaking it. The ginger boy sat on the rim of our shower-bath. "What's your name? I'm Milo." I politely asked "Addison." He simply replied. "That's a nice name." "Shut up." Great. I knelt down to him and rubbed the rag on his face, cleaning it. "I can do it myself!" He yelled childishly, but didn't do anything to stop it. I chuckled, continuing to rub his face. Under the wash rag, I could hear him laughing softly.

When I was done, I noticed a bruise on his eye. "How'd you get that?" I asked, standing up and setting the wash rag on the sink rim. He stayed quiet. I shouldn't have brought that up.

After letting him brush his hair, and clean the rest of his body, he walked out the bathroom. His eyes nervously glanced from person to person. Daniela's eyes suddenly lit up "Ohmygosh! We should like, totally pick out your outfit!!" "What? Why?" Daniela looked him up and down, smirking. "If you wanna be a clown, then you have to wear clothes like one!" "What?! Ew, No! Those clothes are totally gay!!" He quickly refused, crossing his arms, and looking away. "But..they..they aren't gay! Paola wears clown clothing, and she's not gay!" Paola awkwardly glanced at Addison. "Ugh! Fine..whatever." He surrendered. Daniela squealed in excitement, grabbing Addison by the hand and leading him to the closet. Everyone followed as Addison protested and complained about one thing or another. I smiled and followed them. I love my friends so much.