Ranboo hadn't been to school in the past two days and Tubbo had begun to become worried. He couldn't visit Ranboo, he had a stupid day-set schedule now. He would have an hour on Wednesdays and three on Saturdays. The day was Tuesday.The thing that made him the most worried was the fact he hadn't answered when Tubbo called.
All he would get was some lady's voice saying this line was currently unavailable... so on. Maybe it was an electrical problem? Ranboo was probably just sick and didn't have the energy to answer. Tubbo shouldn't have to worry about it. He was probably just overthinking it all, that's what Lani had told him at least. Tomorrow he could go over there and see what was up. Maybe he could learn how to cook something for him. That might be nice, even if Tubbo had never touched a stove in his life.He already missed Ranboo. It was boring at school without him, not being able to have someone to randomly stare at or slipping random notes under the tables of the two classes they had (which Tubbo had noticed both of them have lower grades in compared to other classes) with random flirts or compliments only to make eachother mad. The rare moments where they could sneakily hold hands under the table where no one could see.
School has never been more fun! Tubbo had never smiled so much in that building before. He couldn't wait for the future school days where they might get reckless enough to sneak a few kisses.
"Tink."
Tubbo perked up to the small noise. He turned his head to where he heard it come from, which was from his window. He then noticed the muffled yelling from outside. Tubbo quickly got up from his desk. His curiosity raised as he peered out the window.
To Tubbo's horror he got the person he wanted to see.
Tubbo saw Ranboo yelling something as he was being dragged into a car by a man who Tubbo remembered to be Ranboo's father.
"Train station..." Then it was something incoherent.
Tubbo ran down stairs without even thinking where his feet were taking him. He didn't know what the hell he was doing. What was he doing?! He almost tripped on a step in his rush and he yelped slightly. He ran straight to the front door and tried to unlock it since it would be easier than the shower room.
"Toby, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He heard his dad behind him as he fiddled with the locks, which he wasn't getting anywhere in. So he ran past his dad and started to make his way down to the shower room.
"Toby, get back here! Don't just ignore me. You're not leaving this house!" His dad tried to grab him but Tubbo was fast. Tubbo flung the door open to a spiral set of stairs that led back up to the shower room, but the action caused his dad to catch up. He desperately yanked his son's wrist towards him in the best attempt to stop the boy from going any further down the steps.
"Why are you disobeying me?"
"Dad! Let me go! It's an emergency!" Tubbo tried to tug his arm away but his dad had a firm grip.
"No, what could possibly be so important that you're risking your family's health?"
Tubbo looked him dead in the eyes. "My real fucking family!" His father's eyes widened out of shock, Tubbo took this as a chance to rip his hand out of his dad's grip and ran to the next set of stairs.
"Tobias, if you don't come back here right fucking now-"
But he was already gone, out the shower room's door and sprinting for his bike.
"Train station." Tubbo panted out, the word repeated in his head over and over. The word came in a rabble in his mind as he peddled away from the house going as fast as he could. Tubbo didn't know exactly where the train station was. The only thing he could remember about it was that it was in the busier part of town. So, of course he took that knowledge to his power and began riding that way as fast as his limbs could bear on his bike.
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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...