Just Another Love Song About You (Beeduo)

Chapter 1 Sappho

The rubbery tires raced across the sticky, hot pavement. Wind shot through the wavy brunette's hair, the breeze causing his sweat to fly off his forehead in the sweltering hot mid-summer mess. He felt alive. The peddling, the grip he had on the handlebars, the sound of the chain turning the gears. His hair that would cover his eyes was now out of his face and danced in the air behind him. He loved to race through the streets until everything disappeared. It was a lot like the feeling of playing an instrument, that feeling when you're in control, no one else. Instead, this took more physical energy than a guitar or ukulele.

He took in a breath, happy to be out of his obnoxious parents' house and out in fresh air. Tubbo's parents were clean freaks, not to mention his family was rich as fuck. He'd been treated like a virus his whole life. His parents' rules were ingrained into his head since the moment he was conceived. He was becoming even more sick of it now that he was almost legally an adult.

Tubbo's whole life went by without him. He couldn't go outside very often and had to wear a stupid white mask to protect himself from potential friends.

No one wants to be friends with the kid whose parents don't let him go to school without wearing a full-on gas mask. If they did it was because they wanted a peak at the "amazing" affluent lifestyle. He had money, and money almost always wins. Not like he could complain too much. Tubbo's seen the kids at his school and almost all of them were complete assholes.

He had his sister. She was nice... to him at least. At school, she is known as the bossy brat. Not like they were wrong; the kid did have a, well, dominant personality. Tubbo couldn't be one to judge, he had problems of his own. Both not being in a new, less expensive environment and not having any social interaction with people his age, have their own mental repercussions. So, Tubbo just keeps peddling, peddling the pain away. Until he no longer had the energy to keep going. Until he had enough.

He was only allowed on his bike once a week. When it was the time to go out, he'd make his use of it.

His flannel shirt flew behind him as he sped up. A bright smile plastered across his face for the first time in a while. He held the feeling close, savoring it the best he could. Even when he was at the end of his journey of fifteen minutes, he kept his head high until he got back home. Only then would he let the sadness wash over him.

He rode by the house he had memorized by heart. To the colorful flowers in the front with bees pollinating them from one to the other; to the large window at the top, near the roof. He knew whose house that was.

The boy with heterochromia.

Tubbo didn't really know him. All he knew was his face and his house. He's caught him talking a couple of times at school to his friends, but no one has said his name in front of Tubbo. He was surprised when he first heard the boy's American accent. There weren't too many American kids at his school and those who were just graduated a couple of years ago.

The boy has two different colored eyes, one brown and the other green. When Tubbo first noticed the boy in the school hallways he thought his eyes were intriguing, pretty even. So Tubbo just calls him Heterochromia.

Since, Tubbo, has tried his best to see the boy every day or at least anytime he can get out. He doesn't know why but it's almost like something he has to do. It's like brushing your teeth, you have to do it at least once a day, and at first, you might not want to but in the end, it feels better. It became a routine, a streak that he didn't want to break. It made him happy?

When summer came along and school wasn't an option to see Heterochromia, it didn't stop Tubbo. He found out where he lived... which in retrospect is very creepy. But it wasn't very hard to find where he lived, you could practically see everything he did with that window in his room.