Winter Secrets

Forgotten

Recap: Tubbo was extremely upset so he went on a walk and ended up staying out until 10:00 pm. When he got home Ranboo was all panicky and upset and kept saying he's sorry to Tubbo which triggered some memories from his past. He ran back to his room and wept, eventually falling asleep.

Ranboo's POV_-_-_-_-_-_-

I grab the bottle of clear liquid off the table and pour myself another glass. Gulping it down, I turn over the recent events in my head. It didn't make any freaking sense. Ugh. It's fine. Whatever. I don't care.I ditch the glass and just drink straight from the bottle, wincing at the pain as it went down. Falling down on the couch I sigh thinking about how much shit changed since yesterday. It was perfectly fine until I kissed him...ugh, I can't do this right now. I close my eyes and fall into a dreamless sleep, letting the alcohol take over-----Bright morning light burned my eyelids. My head was pounding and I felt like crap. Groaning, I roll over to find Tubbo sitting in the armchair. I bolt up which was a stupid ass idea because my head gave a fierce pound making me cry out in pain. "You idiot. You've got a hangover. Take some of the asprin and drink some water" he motioned towards a bottle of pills and a glass of water sitting on the coffee table. I happily swallowed two pills, draining the whole glass. "Where were you last night?" I ask, squinting at him. He shot me a look and said "Why? you wanna monitor my every move? I don't have to tell you anything. You're not my dad" I stare at him, too hurt to say anything. " I-I-that's not what I meant. I was just worried because you had said that you were going out for lunch and you didn't come home till 10! I didn't mean to be clingy or overbearing... Im sorry" Tubbo winced, regret flooding his eyes. "Ack. Im sorry boo, I didn't mean to snap at you. Im just...its-its a bit complicated...". "Im here if you want to talk, you know". Tubbo stared at me for a minute before I noticed the tears beginning to pool in his eyes. I opened my arms to him and he immediately jumped up and curled up on my lap.I stroked his head and held him tightly. "It's ok, Im here for you. Im not leaving" After a while, once he had quieted a bit I took up the remote and turned on the tv. While South Park was playing I looked down at Tubbo. When...? When did he get here? When did we get on the couch? Perhaps this is a dream...? I take him and notice what he was wearing. He had on sweatpants and a short-sleeved red shirt, his curly hair a mess. Noticing he was shivering slightly, I pull off my hoodie and pull it over his head. I then grabbed the knitted quilt and wrap it around his shoulders and stood up, my head giving a slight pang in protest. "Where are you going?" Im going to make breakfast-" "But you're sick! I'll do it!" Tubbo jumped up, throwing the blanket to the ground. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to the couch. Pushing me down onto it, he grabbed the discarded blanket and covered my shoulders with it. I began to protest but Tubbo was out of the room, shooting me a weird look, before I could do anything. I mused over the changes, thinking that perhaps he was offended because of something that I did...? I don't really remember anything bad happening... The latest thing that I can remember is Tubbo walking into my house..