tired blue boy; malum af

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first chapter yea buddy

this will be in third person btw (the whole fanfic)

lets go bitchws

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tired blue boy was always there, but never around. you could feel him. sense him. taste him. smell him. hear him. but, he was nothing but invisible, tired, and blue. the day this started was when he became a crybaby, which when he was born. he would cry, whine, scream, etc. all the time. the littlest thing would hurt tired blue boy. no one knew his real name. we all called him "tired blue boy" or "crybaby". sometimes even "mr. potato head". he never cared. he always ignored everyone - and everything.

he was known, but ignored. he only hung out with the boy he loved tiredly. he kept him away from everyone else, even in grocery stores and such. tired blue boy didn't seem to care, but we knew he did. we knew he bottled up all his feelings. we study his facial expressions and movements everyday. its only a little chunk of time in the day for when he is alone, and not with the basic bitch. no one knew his name either.

only one person knew something about the tired blue boy. his name was calum. calum hood. nicknamed as hood. he wasn't popular, but he wasn't a loser either. he was know by everyone, but not everyone talked or freaked over him. he was chill, laid back, but angry when he needed to be angry. he had one friend. he was quiet, but loud.

enough explaining, lets get into the story of how tired blue boy became known.

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"i'm telling you, tired blue boy, don't go anywhere. or else, you'll be slapped on the face three times." the man stated, gritting his teeth. he let go of tired blue boys wrist, walking off. he left him inside the school building by his locker. tired blue boy nodded, and stood where he was. he looked around, dying to move. but he couldn't. his feet were stuck to the ground, like he was stepping in cement. it sucked. he watched the world pass by, but he stood motionless.

he always watched a boy in particular. dark brown, curly hair. chocolate eyes, and brown skin. he wore vans, black skinny jeans, and a gray top. he wanted to talk to him so bad, but he couldn't. the boy he was staring at saw him, and smiled. "hi," he said, which took the tired blue boy by surprised. he did a little wave to him, and looked down. the boy walked closer to him, about to speak, until that basic bitch came back.

he stopped in his tracks, next to tired blue boy. he cleared his throat, "who is this?" the tired blue boy bit his lip, and shrugged. he spoke, "waved to him. he came to me." he looked down, knowing he messed up. "pathetic," the basic bitch spat, staring at the boy. "don't ever go near my  boyfriend. ever!" he yelled, and grabbed the tired blue boys wrist. "i told you not to move." he slapped him three times, as the boy watched tears fall down tired blue boys cheeks. "lets go, crybaby." he dragged him somewhere else.

the boy, knowing a couple things about him, knew he was in trouble. not with that basic bitch, but with the world. he knew he struggled with things. family. his 'boyfriend'. he wanted to save him, but he knew he couldn't. but he will.

after watching them leave, he went back to his locker, and took out his wrecked journal. he was about to make a list on how he could help tired blue boy, but it was taken out of his hands. "oh my god, calum, were you seriously about to write? again?" a boy with dirty blonde, curly hair, and hazel eyes questioned him. this was calums best - and only - friend. "whats wrong with that, ashton? besides, it wasn't gonna be doodles or lyrics or anything...it was about tired blue boy," calum retorted, as ashton looked at him confused.

"why would you write about him? you don't know anything about him, do you? people would pay to know something about him!" ashton exclaimed, about to open his journal. calum got up and snatched the journal from his hands. "i don't know anything about him, I swear." that was a lie. "i was gonna write about how I could help him, you know?" calum replied, putting his journal back in the locker. ashton sighed, and turned away. "anyway, cally, I'm off to physics!" he walks away, as calum waved bye.

as soon as he knew the coast was clear from ashton, he grabbed his journal and ran off. he went into the boys bathroom, and locked himself in a stall. pen in hand, ready to write on a clean page, he wrote:

subject; tired blue boy

lilac (dyed) hair, green eyes, pale skin. wears black over-sized sweaters, leggings, and worn-out leather boots. always with that basic bitch, who has brown, curly hair. green eyes. slightly pale, but tan, skin. british accent. don't know his name.

mission; save. him.

before he could continue writing, the bell rang. he scurried his things together, and ran out to his classroom. people pushed him, as a paper fell from his journal. he didn't notice, but people kicked in with there feet. the paper flew around, and suddenly landed when everyone went to their class. the only person left in the halls was - you guessed it - tired blue boy.

slouched over, he saw the paper and was curious. he bent down, picking the piece of paper up. the writing was a bit hard to read, but he could read it. he held it close to his face, and read:

tired blue boy gets abused by his 'boyfriend' every day. he gets abused at home by his dad. I remember him, but not by himself, overdosing on pills that one night. stayed in the hospital for about a week. but he wasn't the one who made himself tired and blue.

he stared at the paper, hands trembling. he crumpled it up, throwing it away. who could've known this about him? he never told anyone anything. whoever wrote it, obviously knew.

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IM SO SO EXCITED FUCK

I hope yall enjoyed this I LOVE IT SO FAR its basically  based on melanie martinez songs so that's cool

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