TW: Blood, anxiety
Oh. Wow. I was catasrophizing that a bit, I think.
"Yeah, yeah, that'd be awesome, thanks Ray."
"Alright, let's go before the blood dries onto your face, that's not fun," He replied.
"....How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously.
"...... I don't wanna talk about it."
We arrived to Ray's house pretty fast, and he immediately rushed me to the bathroom and started scurrying around the house, grabbing things. He handed me a washcloth that I used to clean my face, since the bleeding had stopped on the walk. Did I leave a blood trail on the road? Haha, must look like a crime scene. Finally, I had cleaned my face and was cooling it with an ice pack. Ray sat beside me on the bathroom floor, fiddling with his fingers and looking at me. Damn. It's annoying how cute he is. Like actually stop, we're supposed to be best friends. Smh Ray.
Ray finally broke the silence, "So, is your face doing alright?"
"Yeah, just a little sore. I think it'll be gone by tomorrow. You can go back to school now, I'll just go home..."
"What? No, I can't just leave you. You're hurt because of me." He responded, as if he'd never considered going back to school.
"Oh, um, alright. I just figured you wouldn't want to miss it, I mean I'm fine-"
"Don't worry about it, I'd like to procrastinate meeting back up with Keith and Braxton anyway."
"Oh, okay then," I was relieved; I hate feeling like I'm a burden.
We sat there for a few minutes, in a silence that wasn't really comfortable or awkward. Then, my phone buzzed. I picked it up.
"It's Emma," I told Ray, "she wants to know where we are."
"Ah," He replied. "Kinda forgot about her, haha"
"Should I tell her what happened? I don't want her to be worried, or mess with Braxton or whatever," I asked him. I started tapping my finger on the ground.
"Just tell her you threw up so I took you home. That way we can tell her later."
"Good idea."
I typed the message in my phone and turned it off with a slight sigh. I feel bad about not telling Emma the truth, but I think it's for the best. Man, today is coo coo for coco puffs.
(Timeskip to like 10:00pm that night)
Honestly, putting the whole getting punched in the face thing aside, my day was wonderful. I hung out with Ray, we went to the library, and then I went home. No loud school, and I got to be with him all day. I've fallen for him hard. Gosh I need to... I'm going to text Emma.
Norman (10:12pm):hey emma, you awake?
Emma (10:12pm):yes why
FUCK. I have no clue what to say
Norman(10:16pm): nevermind sorry
I have no idea what to do. And I need to go to school tomorrow. And now a good amount of people hate me. And I need to fucking stop saying and. ARRRGGHHHHHHHH
Author's Note: so it has become a tradition that none of the chapter are long enough(by my standards). I'm also running out of ideas, but it's getting to the time where I think a creative thing will hit me soon. I do my best work in ✨️ the wee hours of the morning ✨️
That is as long as I am not interrupted by pigeons.
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FanfictionNormal AU of tpn(modern time) Some of the characters might be the same(haven't decided tbh) definitely Norman, Ray, and Emma though All three are 17 and in highschool This is all fluff and angst
