(Your POV)
Like any other day at hell- I mean school, I was bullied...again. It's not that much of a deal anymore because I'm used to it now. I know no one would ever help or have the courage to tell them to hold the phone and stop, heck even I didn't.
I started walking home from school after being given a couple more bruises and a few scratches. The only good thing is that they never go to far as to mainly or physically hurt me that bad.
Suddenly I heard faint thudding of footsteps, letting out a quiet sigh I turn to see who ever it was.
"Yo, punk!" was the first thing I heard when I turned.
Haven't you harassed me enough?
I groaned in my head, picturing me punching the person and them running away, I smiled and chuckled at the thought.
"Why are you smiling? Stop!" They said, punching my arm.
By the sound of the voice it wasn't very hard to figure out that it was Bob Willows, the most scariest boy in school but also one of my bullies.
"What do you want now, Bob?" I bluntly stated.
As he was walking up to me, his high-padded sneakers shuffled against the pavement making him about and inch taller than you.
"Billy said he saw you flirting with Jack"
Oh yeah...Billy, the gossiper and rumor starter as well as one of Bob's best friends.
"No, Bob I didn't flirt with your boyfriend, now please get your giant face out of my face please." I boldly replied, but what really happened was Jack's the one who was flirting with me, rumor has it that he was s boyfriend of the girls in the school- except for me of course.
I'm not dumb enough to let him toy with my feelings and leave me crying in a puddle of tears.
(Jack and Bob are 'bi')
SMACK
My thoughts were stopped as I felt a slight sting on my cheek. "Don't try lying you brat." He spat.
Okay, that's it.
I thought with a small smirk. Having enough of the abuse I pulled him down from his blonde hair and socked him right in the eyes, I know people have said violence is never the answer but BOI did it feel GREAT!
I quickly sprinted away after I heard a loud shriek of pain and anger from him. After some time I had stopped running 'cause my sides started to hurt from the running and the bruises, so I started limping home.
When I got home, my stomach started to growl. Wincing as the hunger pains grew, I pulled some leftover waffles since my ex-roommate had already moved out with school funds.
All of it wasn't surprising that I was pretty much broke.
I should go grocery shopping soon.
Microwaving the waffles, I realized it was Friday and the only thing I had to do was read a chapter from a book. I smiled softly, looking back at the timer to find that I had a couple minutes left for the waffles to be done, I looked outside and up at the full moon, with the gray clouds covering a little of it.
Walking back and taking out the old but edible waffles then setting it on a plate, humming a tune I was about to walk up the stairs into my room until-
SCREECH
I heard a piercing noise, like fingernails moving across a chalkboard.
Quickly running to the screen door to lock it, I fell back as a shadow stood up. I couldn't quite make out, sadly.
Grabbing the now cold set of waffles, I ran into my (f/c) painted room and locked the door. Letting out a shaky sigh I scanned my room for anything that could have been stolen.
Nothing seems out of place though.
I thought, I don't want to talk because that would lead the person here.
To the left wall, it was covered in framed drawings of all sorts, since unlike all my family members I was the only one with 'artistic talent' as my grandma would say.
My daydreams were interrupted once more as I heard some footsteps against the old, creaky floor and cracking sounds, like when you crack your fingers and neck.
Diving straight into the closet, I abandoned the waffles that were calling my name on the bed as the footsteps became louder until I heard my door swing open.
With my heart beating out of my chest for what it seemed like hours, covering my mouth with both hands as I waited for the intruder to get out of my house.
The footsteps come closer but suddenly stop, perhaps right outside the closet door. Closing my eyes and awaiting the cruel presence of death, the next thing was not what I had expected.
"W-waffles. Can I have s-some waffles."
What the heck?! This has to be one stupid joke.
I bitterly thought as I cautiously peeked my eyes at the open closet door with a stranger in front of it.
"S-sure?" I stuttered, quite confused on what's going on.
Are you telling me someone broke into my house, made a whole horror scene, and now asks me for some freaking waffles?!
Crawling out of the tight closet it, took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, now seeing clearly it was a boy, with chocolate brown hair and two axes, one had a wooden handle and was dull, the other had an orange handle and it looked new, he wore orange-tinted goggles- kinda like steampunk goggles -and a mouthguard. He looked to be around 16-19.
Inching towards my bed I took the now cold waffles and gave it to him.
"Here." I quietly muttered, he took it from my hands but didn't leave yet.
The awkward and tense atmosphere thickened- the only sound was the repeating noise of his ticking, "...Do you want me to heat it up?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
There was no answer before he took the waffles and my arm into what was the kitchen.
Taking the waffles I quickly shoved it into the small microwave.
While waiting for the waffles to finish heating up, I start to take in his features-flinching as the familiar beeping sound woke me from my observation.
Taking out the steaming waffles, I carefully slid it towards him as he was sitting across from my counter.
"So... what's your name?" I asked.
Yes great job y/n you're basically asking a serial killer for his name, how are you not dead yet?
"Ticci-Toby but my f-friends call me Toby. You can too. What's yo-your name?" I'm surprised he even answered.
"Um...y/n. It's y/n." I returned shyly.
"That's a r-really p-pretty name f-for a r-really pretty girl." He said between twitches.
Wait, is this guy seriously flirting with me?
(Toby's POV)
To tell the truth, I never meant for this to happen, I was supposed to kill this girl and be on with it, but something about her stopped me from doing so.
"Hey. D-do you love w-waffles?" I blatantly asked
"Umm I think so?" she muttered.
It was quite adorable honestly, how her face scrunched slightly in confusion as the moonlight hit her facial features causing them to glow along with her smooth (h/c) hair.
Continuing to eat the waffles I started to wonder why I'm feeling this way. Letting out a quiet sigh I thought,
I wish I didn't twitch so much.
(Your POV)
It was weird, why am I acting like this around him?
Usually, I would be screaming out bloody murder while calling the police on him but somehow I didn't. Noticing that he was done eating, I quietly said "..Um, would you like anymore?"
"No t-thanks, I'm good. I'm so h-happy someone made me waffles t-today." He replied.
Before I knew it he put his hand around my waist, "Hey when are you free? I wanna come here again."
What the flip is happening.
Before I could stop myself from talking-"W-well, I'm free all day and night. My parents are in Montana but I don't like going on road trips so they let me stay here. They come back in a few weeks." I stuttered, my face dusting with red.
Why did I tell him that?
"Perfect," Toby said.
Feeling my face continuing to heat up, he quickly took his hands off my waist. I was weirdly missing the warmth.
"Your really p-pretty...I'll stop by as soon as I can, I just have t-to go before the others don't get suspicious." Others?
"O-ok" I stutter. "See ya soon I guess?"
He slips out the door leading to the backyard before replying,"Keep this door open ok?"
Before giving you a quick wink, he proceeded to put his goggles back on and disappearing into the night.
"Ok," you said breathlessly.
What the frick just happened?
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Ticking with Love (Ticci-Toby x reader)
Fanfiction[Completed] [Warning: This is a fan fiction.] Drew this cover but looks like trash rip. This is also my first book! (I'm kind of active) See you! This is a really old book and I wrote it when I was a wee lad so it will probably suck but whatever. R...
