NorRay-emo loser-

Normans pov

TW:

Implied homophobia

Slight violence/blood(it is caused by a cat though)

(Time is right after Ray leaves Norman's house)

I watched Ray from my window as he crossed the street. I was worried about him, worried that his aunt would be awful, and then he'd be sad . . . I don't know, I'm definitely overthinking. I feel like Ray would know what to do about that, but I don't. I slammed my face in my pillow.

(Slay timeskip to Sunday morning)

Ray had told me over text yesterday that he was doing alright, but there was something weird in his tone. My phone  went 'BA-DING'. I picked it up.

Ray:Do you want to come to my new house today?

Norman:YES

Ray: Ok will you drive over? The address is(insert address here)

Norman: 👍 

I threw my phone in excitement, but then immediately regretted it and put it in my pocket. In my rush to get to the car, I tripped over my cat, Raccoon(she is named this because she has markings similar to a raccoon). She immediately screamed and latched onto my ankle with her claws.

"AHHH"

I froze and carefully detached her claws. Blood was dripping down my leg. Walk it off, Norman, this happens every day. I continued my sprint to the car, calling out to my mom that I was going to Ray's. I was there in fifteen minutes, and ran to the door. Halfway through I realized that I must have looked deranged, so I slowed down and fixed my hair before knocking on the door. 

A short woman who must be Sarah answered, "Hello! You must be Ray's friend. He's up in his room if you'd like to join him."

"Yes, yes, thank you."

I speedwalked up the stairs to find Ray standing in the doorway of a room that was cluttered with his possessions. I hugged him, knocking him the ground. He laughed and pushed me off, then stood to close the door. We ended up sitting on the floor together.

I asked, "So, you like this place? And your aunt?"

He replied, "Er, for the most part, yeah. I think I'll get used to it. I'm also accepting what happened with mom alright, I think which is nice."

"Good," I nodded.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, too, so I said, "What is it? You look pEnSivE ✨️."

Ray laughed, looking mildly startled, "Just, y'know. Sarah is... not exactly what I expected?"

I was concerned, but tried to keep it mostly off my face. I asked, "How so?"

He paused, "Uh... not exactly, like, ridden with grief? She's acting like nothing bad happened, just really cheery."

(I don't know how to describe what I want Norman's face to look like right now, but pretty much just picture the 'no chic fil a sauce?' meme)

 "That's... That is. For sure," I wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. I feel as though he got the point.

"It's alright, don't worry. I'll be fi-"

I kissed him, "Quit yapping. I will worry all I want." 

Ray blushed and promptly fell over.

I leaned over him and kissed him on the ground. With horrifyingly comedic timing, the door opened, with Sarah behind it holding a plate of cookies. She dropped them and yelped. I fell over, onto Ray, attempted to roll away, hit my knee on the wall, and scrambled to my feet. Real smooth, Norman. Real smooth. 

Ray also leapt up, "Uh..."

Sarah stared at us, seemingly horrified. That's a bit excessive, no? I thought at her expression.

Ray glanced at me, then said, "Uh, um, Norman, I-I think you should go."

 I nodded and promptly ran out of the house. 

Author's Note: I only like second-hand embarrassment when I get to write it. Side note, Sarah is secretly several pigeons in a trench coat(Can't trust them), and also those cookies were extremely stale. BYE BYE.