Brunette Bitch (beeduo high school AU)

Tell me lover

i had to edit the very end of the previous chapter. sorry for the inconvenience. but hope you enjoy!!

tUBBO pov: (back track kind of)

At dinner Ran sat next to me and we ate in silence until I couldn't take it any longer.

"Hellooooo? Are we alive?" I asked. I mean, they were all talking earlier, and then they stopped as he came. What if they made him feel uncomfortable? What if they didn't like him? Then he would never feel comfortable going to my house ever again.

"Yeah, sorry it's just... Why are you guys so close~" Teegan said. Her voice was leading onto something. Her face was leading to the same place. Her tone of voice lead me to believe she was shipping us. Her face lead me to believe she thought something had happened between us when we were in bed together cuddling.

"N-no reason. No reason at all..." I said. My voice trailed off despite the fact I wanted to seem confident. My voice was betraying me. I didn't mean to stutter. I didn't mean to make it seem like I was lying. My parents would think we were dating! I don't even know what would happen then!

"Are you okay Toby?" My dad said.

"Are you lying Toby?" My mom sighed. My mom is Christian. I forgot. And presumably Teegan forgot. She openly hinted towards 2 boys doing 'something' in a bedroom alone. She knows she's hardcore Christian, and Teegan knows I'm gay! What the hell?!? I'm gonna have to talk to her about this later. If I'm still alive later.

"Are you lying to me Toby?" She repeated. Her face was turning red and I could hear it. The red was slowly seeping into her voice. I've heard her like this only one time before. It was when someone had stolen her purse on Mother's Day. She screamed at the thief and started hitting him with the purse. No one reported her and after that she let off a bad aura for the rest of that day. I was scared when it happened. I covered my ears with my hands.

She repeated her sentence once more and got up. My hands instinctively shot up to cover my ears. I'm scared. If her voice gets into my ears, she'll poison me. She'll brainwash me. I'll stop being me and get hurt. I gripped harder and started shaking. Shaking, quaking in fear of what was to come. I felt arms wrap around me. They felt mad. They felt deadly. I felt like I was going to die a horrible death. Like if I looked up, than my eyes would be scorched off and I would never see again. I would never remember again. I would never feel again. I would never live again. The tears came falling out, waterfalls. My hair shielded me from any possible harm. My knees protected my lower half from pain. The arms around me started to have a grip. I couldn't hear anything around me. I couldn't see anymore. My hands stopped from any toxic paragraphs of pain rotting my brain and body from the inside out.

Suddenly one gentle hand pulled my face from my knees and a horrible scene. It was Ranboo who was holding me tight. And he wasn't mad at me. He was mad at my mom. He was looking at her in a way where you could tell he was mentally cursing out my Mom. Lani and Teegan were fighting with Mom. Dad was holding Mom back from fighting my sisters, and Ranboo was holding me tight. Mom took one look at us and she slowly slithered towards us like an evil snake that wanted revenge. Dad held her back and I still couldn't hear anything. Not because my hands were covering my ears, but because It was all being blocked out. Like I was there physically, but not mentally. Ranboo picked me up bridal style, and he ran us to my room. I was blushing but now was not the time. My entire family was in a dispute.

He gently placed me onto my bed and sighed.

"So, your mom's homophobic?" He asked. He locked the door and sat next to me, drawing circles into my back. This action calmed me down greatly, and I laid my head onto his shoulder, rubbing my snotty nose with my hoodie sleeve. I probably looked like a child who scrapped his knee on the asphalt, but I didn't care.

"I don't want to talk about it." I felt my lungs fill, and refill as he drew various shapes onto my shirt. He hugged me in response and tucked me into bed. I didn't need to brush my teeth. No body does it every night and morning anyways. I felt his weight move the floorboards underneath the bed and he went to his bag. I looked over and he got earbuds and his phone. He slipped under the duvet and picked a song. He put the earbud into my, well, ear, and put one into his. He put his phone down and I felt my eyes droop a little. The song came on and I immediately wanted to listen to it forver. It was really that good.

'If the moon could talk to the sun

Would he hate her?

Or would he love her?

Tell me, lover

If the sunrise had eyes

Would she see her view

The way we do

The way you look at me

Tell me do you like the way I worry

Or should I just leave you alone?

Trust me darling oh my sunrise eyes

They see the way you look at me

And as for the moon

He made a good first impression

Late June, early afternoon

I'm so lost in my obsession

Take me to the moon

Or take me home

I want to see the stars

Or see the world end in your arms

Options run the auctions

Sell addictive neurotoxins

When you leave it tastes like poison

My nervous systems stopping

I'd like my coffin, in pink

I'd like my thoughts, in think

Words have no meaning until they demean me

I feel like I'm dreaming

Things are just seeming to make less sense

If the moon could talk to the sun
Would he hate her?

Or would he love her?

Tell me lover

If the sunrise had eyes

Would she see her view

The way we do

The way you look at me

Tell me do you like the way I panic

Or should I just leave you alone?'

The song came through the headphones and it had ukelele and a wonderful singer. My eyes dropped down farther,almost to the point they were fully closed. But I didn't want them to close. I wanted to gaze at him for longer. I wanted him to hug me for longer. But the melatonin in my brain and body deceived me and pulled me into sleep's soft grasp. But before I could quite enter a deep sleep I felt chapped, yet soft lips on my forehead. It lasted a good hot second and it made me feel 100% awake. But he couldn't know. So I pretended I was asleep. He apparently fell for it and said, "I wish I could tell you how much I love you."

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hullooooooooooooooo hru i havent posted in a while. also 500 reads?!?! damn. anyways i like this chapter but i feel like it isnt realistic as to what would happen if it was actually happening, but oh well. i might fix it later. but anyways byeeeeeeeee