Red Vs Blue Reader Inserts [COMPLETE]

90. Nowhere and Nothing (Felix)

I just had this amazing idea, imagine...kidish Felix! I intend to make a sequel and maybe a few sequels to those sequels. And what's this? I got one out before 3 am? A miracle I tell you!

Words: 924

Characters: Young Felix/Isaac

Romantic: I don't know (it was supposed to be romantic but...¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Texas, Lubbock, the most boring place on earth, well in your opinion. Great jobs, great real estate, just great for hard working adults. You were not an adult, quite the opposite in fact. You were not a child, but could barely be considered a teenager in a place filled with adults.

Texas, Lubbock, the most boring place on earth, the place you lived in.

Well, most of the time it was boring. That was during the times you didn't see him.

You just called him, trouble maker, because that's what everyone else did. You knew his name, Isaac, but you didn't know what his age was, or who he was. He was just someone who always caused trouble.

Your mum had warned you, told you to not even look at the "kid", but you couldn't. He was the only one that wasn't stuck up, the only one that wasn't disgustingly boring. You wanted to talk to him, you had to talk to him, but that wasn't possible.

Not until now.

"Who the heck, are you?" Nightmares kept you up, so you went to get something from the kitchen. You certainly did not expect to see trouble maker in your house, at 2 am.

He turned around quickly from your fridge, and you saw his...cocky face.

"Oh..." Trouble maker slicked back his hair and you couldn't help watching him movements very carefully. Yeah, he was hot, but he broke into your house so hormones were going to be ignored today.

"Oh what?"

"Oh, you caught me, whoops." Your mouth was left open slightly open, as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"You just got caught breaking and entering and all you can say is whoops?"

"Technically, I haven't broken anything, so it's just me entering, and you can't arrest me for entering." A few awkward seconds of silence went on as you just stared at trouble maker.

"You're an idiot."

"I'm fucking amazing." You pinched the bridge of your nose before sighing.

"Well, since you're here, have a seat." He stood there awkwardly as if he didn't understand what you said. "Well?" Still no answer so you sighed before just sitting on the stool parallel to the fridge, where he was still standing.

"That's not usually how people react to getting robbed."

"Yeah." You said. "I feel like this is probably going to be the most interesting thing to happen in this crap hole."

"True, it is pretty fucking boring here." You swung your legs off the stool as you observed your robber.

"Nice to see you rocking the hideous haircut."

"EXCUSE-" You shushed him with wide eyes, "excuse me?" Now you could see his hair clearly as he moved his face from your fridge.

"Yeah, I really hate it. Hey, this is probably abrupt and not relevant to this conversation, but how old are you?" He scoffed.

"Too old for your tiny ass."

"EXCUSE-" Trouble maker shushed you with a wide smile that made you frown deeply. "Excuse you, I'm not a kid."

"Bullshit. Adults don't say crap hole or heck, we say shit hole and fuck."

"I-I can swear, easily."

"Yeah? Go ahead kid."

"...F...F...Friggen! FRIGGEN HECK!" Trouble maker covered his mouth to muffle his laughs, you could tell it was going to be a loud one.

He went on, wheezing dryly, for a few more seconds before seemingly calming himself down.

"Holy shit kid! YOU'RE FUCKING-" You shushed him so he began whisper shouting. "You're fucking hilarious!"

"Wow." You rolled your eyes with your arms crossed. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He was still controlling his laughter before he saw your pouting face.

"Aw kid, no need to act so sad."

"I'M NOT A KID." You said with through gritted teeth.

"How old are you then?"

"15 and a half." The awkward wheezing laughter started once again.

"Holy shit, you're almost 16 and you don't swear." You, once again, rolled your eyes and grit your teeth.

"I think now is a good time to leave, I think I might accidently call the cops."

"Accidently? Man, I like you kid, maybe we'll see each other again." He held out his hand for you to shake but you only stared at it.

"Hopefully not." He still hadn't retracted his hand and was still grinning.

"Isaac Gates, 17 years old, nice to meet you...?" You still just stared at his hand before not caring anymore.

"(F/N) (L/N), 15 and a half years old..." It took you a sec but you finally shook his hand. "This is probably the worst first impression someone has made on me." He retracted his hand, while smirking, and made his way to your front door.

You expected him to leave but he just stood there silently for a few seconds.

"Hey...kid."

"For the last time-" Something, that felt like a book, met your face. "SON OF A-"

"Since I like you. Tell your mum to keep it somewhere safer." Because your eyes were still stinging, you could only hear the door close instead of seeing Isaac leave.

You rubbed your eyes a few time before looking down at what he had thrown at you. What was so important that he was to...

"Holy fucking shit." It was your mum's life savings...and half of it was missing. "FUCK!" You heard a sharp intake at the top of the stairs to see your mother standing there...oh shit.

"HONEY, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" SHE WAS AWAKE? AT 2 AM? "AND WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HANDS?"

Fuck...how were you going to explain this?