Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter SeventeenneetneveS retpahC

"C'mon, babe," I gently tap his arm before shoving my hands in my pockets, "I'm not a kid, besides, it's just immature to laugh at one's birth date."

Using his ear mufflers attached to his cap, Sock pulls them over his mouth and utters an incoherent phrase.

"I'm sorry, love, I can't quite hear you, could you speak up perhaps?"

"Otber Dirty Hurst," He mumbles again.

I hold my hand behind my ear, "Once again?"

Sock pulls the ear flaps from his face, literally screeching, "October thirty-first!"

I blink at my loved one's sudden outburst, surprised at the particular octave used. "And?"

My love seems exasperated, at a loss for words, "Can't you pretend to be surprised?"

"Oh. I mean, agh ah! What a surprise?" I say in an almost sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way it's just," Sock sighs. "Ever since I was a kid, people have found it ironic because everybody calls me the "Devil's Incarnate" and so my birthday was apparently fitting."

Just as he finishes, we step foot on school grounds. Seeing as we're around fifteen minutes early, I see no harm in talking this out with my beloved. "C'mere," I whisper to my love, pulling him onto the bench seat next to me. I would have sat him on my lap, but I remember our agreement, and hold back. I do, however, pull him into a loved-filled hug, powered only by my admiration and passion for this individual. "You know I'm not 'everybody', Sock. I would never make fun of you for such a thing."

"But that's just it!" Sock pushes me away softly, "I don't know you, Jonathan. I feel too- too fast. S-Slow down-"

My eyes widen in realization and panic. Not at what he's saying of course, I pay that no mind. But from the looks of things, Sock may be having a panic attack right now. "Sock, Sock. Baby, calm down. Y-You'll be fine. We can- can slow things down a bit if that's what you'd like. It's all up to you, love," I speak calm words of sweet nothings to his ears, promises of slower progression in our relationship, fruit roll-ups, anything to calm him down.

I don't want this to be the start of our relationship, but I know how mental disorders and just general anxiety can be. So even though this distresses my love, I'll push past it, in hopes that we will, and always will.

After a few minutes of me hugging him and whispering promises into his ear, the bell rings. Hopefully he's calm enough to go to class. I pull him away from me, slowly and softly. "Sock? Sock, love. Are you okay for class?"

Nodding his head, Sock whispers to me, "Can you walk me though?"

I give him my warmest smile, "Of course, love."

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ah don't hate me i didn't mean for this to happen i swear

if you have watched haikyuu and/or enjoy the iwaoi ship in particular, pLs read my fanfiction, The Painter. plsplspls it has four reads and looks so pitiful compared to this story.

butforrealplslovemei'mashamelessattentionwhore

probably posting this on either scott's () birthday or MCR memorial, in which case, HAPPY BIRTHDAY or RIP (yeah i fckn mentioned you twice and you're not even reading this deal with it) rEad his shit he cool af btw

i love you ~lenawe