Winter break was just around the corner, a well-deserved break for Ranboo. The school year had been killing him. Although it should be easier considering he got the worst work over with last year, he seemed to struggle more than he ever has in school. His grades are still all As, that was all that mattered to him.
In Ranboo's spare time, he managed to write up a few songs for Tubbo. He didn't think he did the best job with it, but then again it was his first time ever writing something like this. He knew if he properly got taught he'd be able to make something actually good. Instead, he took what he was taught in creative writing and looked at different song lyrics that were printed on the back of some old vinyl his parents used to listen to.
It was like poetry and he found a simple formula, and with the help of his ukulele, he was able to write a few songs. It was like a pattern, the writing itself was like playing the instrument in a way.
In the end, the dumb notebook would be a pretty good Christmas gift for Tubbo.
tRanboo leaned back in his chair, exhausted from all the writing he had done since he had some free time. He sighed and looked over to his bookshelf. He hadn't touched it in a while, not having the time or energy to read. Besides, he much rather spend his time getting his grades back up so he doesn't have to work. Hanging out with Tubbo would be much more entertaining as well.
Ranboo then noticed something off about the shelf. He wasn't quite sure what it was; he could barely put his finger on it. Maybe a book was missing? It was probably just his mom borrowing one to read (which he lets her). Normally she would say something though. He wished she would say more, tell him which characters are her favorite and which she despises. He wished they could laugh over dumb scenes and rant about good ones. But it never works the way he wanted it to.
Maybe he was selfish.
Ranboo has love, he has Tubbo. Tubbo may lack in social relationships, like friends but he had something that makes Ranboo slightly jealous. Family. Sometimes Ranboo wished he could be selfish and want to have a brother or sister, like how Tubbo had Lani. But he didn't want another kid to have to deal with what he felt every day with his parents.
He longs for attention from his mother but never has the balls to say it. The thing that made Jack right; he was weak. That's why his parents wouldn't talk to him, right? Or maybe parents aren't even supposed to talk to you. What if everything he's seen on TV or read in books is just a perfect world that isn't real life at all? Is this all normal? Does it even matter that he's questioning any of this?
What is even the point of building a relationship with them if it's going to crumble again when they find out about Tubbo? Ranboo sighed thinking about it, he was going to have to tell them eventually. He just hoped it would be him telling them and not them interrupting them kissing or something.
Ranboo closed his eyes, enjoying the silence. He thought back to the days in the United States. Most were blurry since he was pretty young but certain memories stuck out from others. He remembered when his parents and he went to a movie in the theaters and when they came out of it, it was night. Ranboo remembered being a bit confused by the time skip. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably just a long movie. Before he got in the car, he grabbed both of his parents' hands and they would swing him in the air as he giggled in the parking lot that was lit by a few street lamps. He got in the back seat of the car, his parents talked to one another in front of him with quiet voices. He remembered hearing the low hum of the radio playing a song he could just barely hear. He leaned his head on the door of the car, looking up at the stars that scattered across the sky and the trees that zoomed by, consumed by the darkness. He'd pretend to fall asleep there (which he wasn't very good at because he was smiling the whole time) just so his father would have to carry him to his bed.
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Just Another Love Song About You (Beeduo)
Fanfiction"Every time you cry I cry, but sometimes I really need to cry." Tubbo, a boy who longs for adventure and freedom, has been trapped in his germaphobic parent's house for the last seventeen years. All he wants to do is escape the torture of staying cl...
