Autistic Affection! (A Fubble FanFic).

Chapter XII: Awkward Lesbian & Lonely Pansexual

Fanny's P.O.V:

[Half an hour ago]: "Oh, and your mother and I kinda knew about it." My dad blurted out. I'm sorry, WHAT. Here I thought I was getting my ass kicked out of my house or something. "What do you mean you 'kinda knew about it?'" I asked in suspicion. That's when they both let go of me and started laughing hysterically. Okay, is there a joke I'm missing out on or something? "Fanny, ever since she stepped foot into this house, we knew. WE KNEW YOU HAD A THING FOR HER! You think you're sooo sneaky, HA! News flash my dear, no you don't!" My mom cackled as she emphasized the 'so' with extra 'o's'. My dad tried to hold his laughter in as he was saying, "All those drawings you made in your little sketch book explains it all!" Why was he going through my sketchbook? I-if so, which one?! My old, burnt one or my current one?!

"Why? Just...why?!" I cried out. Knowing full well that this was a breach of privacy. "Well, I know how much you teenagers want privacy and freedom, but I'm still your father. I have to check in on you from time to time. To know you're safe and well. So, I usually check your sketchbooks, phone, computers, and occasionally, your mother's devices as well." I guess he has a point...but at least give me a warning. "Wh-Wait a minute...you CHECK MY PHONE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, PROPELLER?!" My mother yelled at my dad with fire flaming in her eyes. Uh-oh, that's not good. I HATE marriage drama. "Umm...AC, my love, sweetie, light of my life, my universe, please? I may have gotten d-desperate. D-DON'T KILL ME! WAHHHH!" My dad pleaded and flinched. Oh my air, couldn't my mother PLEASE pick a different guy to marry? I never asked to exist in this world.

My parents' augment kept going on for so long, to the point when I just left without them knowing. "How's the meeting?" Bubble asked as I walked in. "Good, I guess. I...umm...got some things off my chest." I murmured as she sat down next to me. Besides the weird argument, and now I need to hide my sketchbook somewhere, I wanted to know whether or not she feels the same. "I need yoiur opinion about something." She said. Just then my phone started to vibrate. I quickly picked it up... It was an unknown number. "Sorry about that. I'll be with you in a minute." I picked up my phone and a very familiar voice answered, "So now I have to pay FIVE BUCKS for your 'services'?"

Ugh, Pencil. I thought I'd never have to hear that voice until tomorrow morning. "Yes. Unless you want another D in your report card...mabe an F for your conscience?" After I said that, she immediately hung up. Seriously, how the HELL did she get my number?! She does get an 'F' for fucking around my personal time. "Who wois (was) it?" Bubble asked as I completely forgot she was there. "Pencil. She was fucking-umm-messing around or some shit–UH SOMETHING! GOD! I'm s-so sorry for my language. I–ugh." That. Was. Scary. I CUSSED IN FRONT OF AN INNOCENT SOUL! MY LITTLE INNOCENT BEAN TO BE EXACT! I groaned and slumped down to the coroner of my bedroom. She crawled forward to where I was and hugged me. Just...hugging me. Tighter than normal actually! It's actually pretty soothing and comfortable. IF ANYONE ELSE HUGS HER, I WILL ELECTROCUTE THEM. HER TOUCH ONLY BELONGS TO ME.

Suddenly, my outlet started to spark, which caused a minor shock to Bubble on accident, since it's touching her body. "Ouchie!" She winced and scanned her arm for a bruise. "Oh my god, I'm so so sorry! I-I didn't m-mean to..." At first I was apologizing like crazy, but then I instantly shut myself up. She probably didn't want to be near me, nor hear my voice again. She looked at her bruise and a faint smile appeared on her face. "Wh-why are you smiling? I electrocuted you...O-ON ACCIDENT THAT IS!" I was frazzled until she pointed at my chord. The tip was making an electric heart...WAIT WHAT?! Well, it didn't really look like one, but to my eyes they are. This was worse than me turning on my propellers.

I tried to tune out the electric wave, but nothing I was doing was working. That's when Bubble giggled and asked, "Yoiu need some help?" I nodded in a panic and she once again approached me; with her hand wrapping her fingers around my wire, and slowly stroked it with her fingertips. Just like that, the world stopped and it was only Bubble and me. Alone. While I was panicking like an idiot. And yet, she's nurturing and calming me down. Slowly and steadily. My muscles that were tense before were now freed and let loose. Whew, looks like I overreacted a lot...a bit too much.

"Sorry" I mumbled after recollecting my thoughts. "Don't apologize. Yoiur just stressed. It's perfectly normal to let yoiur emotion out every once in a while." She let go of my chord and made her way up to the top bunk. I got up and decided to finish up some work I was assigned. I opened up my bag and finished up everything...except for two things. My winter break essay and Professor Eight's assignment. Maybe I can try it out on Bubble. Experimenting astrology. Sounds fun I guess...I grabbed on my headphones and played a random Adele song. After getting on the first sentence, I heard some sniffles and sobbing through my headphones.

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Eh, it's probably the song...or me? Nah, it's the song.

Bubble's P.O.V:

I SCARED HER. I MADE HER ATTACK ME. ALL THIS RESEARCH FOR NOTHING?! Who knew she hates physical touch? Why else would she electrocute me?! I gotta find another approach to let her know about what's inside my heart. She did show off her true self, so that's a start. According to my notes from two hours ago, trust takes time. The triple 'T's to be exact. Winning her trust and her being comfortable around me is a good stage to be on. Okay, I shouldn't think about this too much...why am I crying about it?

My tears managed to flow down and some sobs escaped out of my mouth. STOP CRYING ALREADY! It's not like she'll reject you...but there's a possibility that she hates relationships and prefers close friendships. I hid underneath my covers, reliving a close childhood memory of mine and tried to calm myself down. Whenever I was sad, my parents would comfort me for only a few minutes, then I had to climb out of the darkness by myself. I didn't want to bother them, since they were extremely busy back then and I didn't want to be a bother...like I always am...oh...maybe that's why she electrocuted me. I glanced at my arm one more time for my bruise and smiled again. It looked like a mini heart inside a cloud of scribbles. Did she intend this? One indirect stroke will probably confuse my waking days. No, she probably didn't. I shouldn't get my hopes up...now...

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I have a speech to write. Maybe I can confess to her indirectly with my debate!

[To be continued]

(A.N: Apologies for the short chapter! Just need an extra boost before chapter XX [20] finale showdown! Also, it's been a while since I last used an Author's Note. One more thing, there's a Hamilton reference hidden inside this chapter. Try to find it! -Era💙)