Bus seat~ (Beeduo)

Chapter thirteen

Day skip: to Monday
CUZ AUTHOR THINKS SUNDAYS SUCK ASS AND CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO PUT THERE: BUT ALSO DOESNT WANT TO WRITE A BORING FILLER CHAPTER

•Ranboo POV•

I stretched and sat up, scratching my back.

'Monday. Hooray.'

I huffed and walked out of my room and to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and walked to me room, looking at my bed.

I saw my phone propped up on the headboard and thought for a bit.

'Oh yeah! It happened again. He's not up yet? The bus comes in fifteen minutes..'

I pick up my phone. Me and Tubbo fell asleep on a FaceTime yesterday.

"Tubbo." I whispered.

You couldn't really see him. It was more like a nest. His dark brown hair was sticking up from everywhere.

"Tubbo~ get up!" I whispered a little louder. He shifted a little, groaning. "Wake up!"

"I am awake.."

"Tubbo!"

"Fine, Fine! Just give me a few.."

I put my phone down, back on my bed and grabbed some clothes and changed. I went back to my bathroom to attempt to fix my hair and walked back to my room.

I picked my phone back up and Tubbo was sat up, stretching and yawning. "Good morning."

"Shut the fuck up bitch."

"What? I cant say good morning anymore?"

"It's Monday. Today is not a 'good' morning." He rolled his eyes.

"Well then. Bad morning, Tubbo."

"Ran- you know what. I'm not even gonna try."

"TUBBO YOU SAID YOU WOULD WAKE ME UP IF I EVER WOKE UP LATE!" I heard Tommy burst into the room.

"Wait- did you just wake up as well?" Tommy said, and I heard a thump.

The phone was snatched and instead of Tubbo, I saw Tommy. "OoOhhhh- HELLO RANBOO! Keepin up my Tubbo eh?"

"Tommy give me my phone back! And go change or we're gonna be extremely late!" I heard Tubbo yell.

"Alright then. But that means you can't talk to Ranboo. BYE RANBUS!"

The call ended abruptly, and I snickered.

I grabbed my bag which was on the side of the door frame and walked downstairs.

My dad was in the kitchen, pouring coffee in his mug. "Morning Ran."

"Good Morning dad." I said, yawning.

"Got any plans today?" I asked.

"I got asked a late shift. Sorry bud. I cant control it. I need any extra pay I can get."

"Dad, this is why I suggested I should get a job. You shouldn't put this all on yourself when I can get a job as well. I'm old enough!"

"But Ran, I don't want to put the same pressure I'm on on you. Please. We aren't so desperate for money, and since we're not: you shouldn't be forced into getting a job. Especially for something I can a-hundred percent control."

"Dad.. are you sure? You deserve a break."

"Ranboo, I'm positive. If it makes you feel better, when I get home we could do something together. Not only do I need a break but so do you. Highschool is tough. Worst few years of my life."

I laughed and my dad ruffled my hair. "Welp, I got to get to work. You have a good day at school kid, alright?"

"Yes dad."

"See you laterrr~" He called out and walked out of the house.

I grabbed an apple and took a bite. I scroll on my phone for a few minutes before walking out of the house and towards the bus stop.

I wait for a few minutes, the same two people from before arguing about whatever and the bus comes.

The pair walk ahead of me and I follow behind them.

I look through the multiple seats and find Tubbo sitting in his usual spot. "May I?"

"Shut up and sit down, dork."

I snickered and sat down, placing my bag on my lap. "Did you almost miss the bus again?" I asked.

"Is that even a question?" Tubbo deadpanned. "Dude. Get a better sleeping schedule."

"Says you!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Dude! We slept on call dumbass. I know how much times you wake up and don't go back to sleep. Your dumbass even woke me up sometimes!" Tubbo said, hitting my arm. "It's sad." He finished.

"Yeah well- at least I can still manage a clock properly. Do you even have an alarm?" I stated, crossing my arms.

"Do you even sleep? Now that we're talking about it: your makeup doesn't help hide your eye bags that much." Tubbo said, grabbing my face and tilting it to look at one of my eyes more carefully.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL

WHY THE HELL DID MY FACE GET SO WARM.

WHAT THE HELL RANBOO????

SECONDLY: HOW THIS GUY NOW I PUT MAKEUP ON TO HIDE MY EYE BAGS? SHOOT, MY DAD DOESN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING! AND NOW HES SAYING THEY DONT EVEN COVER THEM WELL? FUCK.

"I- uh- w-well... uhm.."

"Nothing? Not even one of your smart comments?" Tubbo said, bringing our faces an inch closer.

Dude.

When I tell you.

I was fucking red.

I am not exaggerating.

Someone dig my grave for me: please.

I'm begging you.

Kill me.

Right now.

THIS IS SO FRICKIN EMBARRASSING!!

GET YOURSELF TOGETHER BELOVED.

ITS JUST YOUR FRIEND TOUCHING YOUR FACE.

IM SURE THATS COMPLETELY NORMAL.

I shook my head no and Tubbo sighed, letting go of my face. "Fix your fucking schedule dumbass. And while your at it: some better makeup skills."

"I- Hey! Not like you could do any better!" I defended.

He raised his eyebrow at me. "Wait til lunch."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno. You'll just have to wait."

"T-Tubbo? What is that supposed to mean?"

He just shrugged and started to put his headphones in.

"HEY! I'm talking to you!" I whined.

I could see him slightly smile but then clear his face.

No way he's gonna ignore me the whole bus ride!

Come on!
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(1001 words)

~RazsSecretAccount
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