Wish There Was Another Way Out ((Masky x Hoodie Fanfic))

Chapter 2: Not Again

  -Tim's POV-

I slowly fluttered my eyes open as I awoke from my sleep, groaning as I forced myself to get up from the slightly uncomfortable mattress.

I rubbed my eyes, yawning as I walked into the small kitchen. I threw open the fridge door and looked around. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. Except for maybe some food way past its expiration date. It's not like I could really afford food at this point, I was unemployed and couldn't ever get a job with my past of getting fired from always being late. Mental illnesses are a bitch.

I threw on some jeans and a grey shirt and decided to go out to eat with the last bit of money I had saved up, I walked out the door and down the stairs, coughing on my way out of the apartment building.

As I walked down the street I couldn't help this odd feeling. Something I hadn't felt in forever, as the cold breeze hit my face I kept thinking I was hearing footsteps behind me or being watched, causing me to look back every few seconds only to see an empty sidewalk behind me. The more I tried to convince myself it was just paranoia getting the best of me, the more worried I got. It's been years since the, ahem, 'incidents' so why am I just starting to feel this again now?

I shaked it off the most I could and continued to walk down the sidewalk, until I spotted a small restaurant on the other side of the street.

I quickly jaywalked across the road, not wanting to get hit by an incoming car even though the idea didn't sound half as bad.

Once I reached my destination I walked into the building, the smell of burgers and other foods hitting my face.

As I looked around the slightly empty place I walked over to a corner table in the back, slumping in the seat and sighing as I picked up the menu in the center of the round table.

I browsed through the two-paged menu, still feeling slightly uneasy as I tried to distract myself as best as possible. "Welcome sir what would ya like?" I heard a woman ask in a southern accent, and looked up to see a surprisingly attractive waitress.

"You?" I asked with a sly smirk. Smooth Tim, real smooth.

"Why aren't​ you sweet?" She said, giggling cutely.

"Thanks sweetheart, anyway I'll have a coffee please" I said, looking up into her brown orbs.

"Coming right up~" She said as she walked away, looking back at me and winking.

I couldn't help but stare at her 'lower' area as she walked away, am I dreaming? Or do I really have a slight chance of getting lucky? My thoughts were interrupted by another one of my coughing fits, just as I noticed the cute waitress coming back. I tried holding in my coughs, not wanting to scare her away, as she smiled at me and placed a mug of coffee down on my table.

"This might sound weird but I was hoping we could get to know each other a lil' better? I'm Carol, by the way!" She said in a cheerful, and slightly hopeful, tone. "I'm Tim, Tim Wright" I said, looking up at the brunette.

She gave me a smile as she pulled a pen out of her pocket, clicking it and writing down on a napkin. I was slightly confused until she handed me the napkin, with numbers written on it. "I gotta get workin' but maybe you can give me a call, Tim?~" The way she said my name, oh god, the way she said it made me melt right on the spot.

I blushed nervously and shoved the paper napkin into my pocket. "Y-yeah! I mean, yeah I'll call you" I said, trying to play off the nervousness that overwhelmed me. I mean, its been a while since I've went out with someone, my relationships never exactly last very long, mostly I tend to have 'aggressive' flashbacks, that result in me attacking anyone within a few inches of me.

"I'll talk to ya later, Tim!" She said optimistically, giving me a small wave. Just as I was about to wave back, I noticed something in the corner of my eye, causing me to quickly turn to my side.

...

No...

Not... Not again...

There stood across the street, the hooded man that I once considered my friend...

Without thinking, I sprinted out of the small restaurant, knocking down the coffee mug on my way out, and heading straight across the street.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!! WHY ARE YOU HERE? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALO-"

My words were cut off as I felt a stinging impact to myself, knocking me straight down onto the road. My vision blurred as I looked to my surroundings, a blur of a car to my right, and only a few feet away from me... Stood Brian. He tilted his head slightly as he stared at me, then walked away like he didn't just witness me almost get killed. "No.. Stop.. Brian.." I groaned and grabbed the hood of the car that hit me, pulling myself up desperately as I looked around. There was no sign of Brian.

"Hey hey HEY! You need to pay for the damage you did in there!" I looked behind me to see who I guessed was the manager, mainly because of the 'manager' tag he wore. The short man jogged towards me quickly, along with Carol following him. "Phil he got hit by a car! I'll cover up for the damage, don't worry" She said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ugh fine.. People these days..." He grumbled, walking back into the restaurant.

"Tim are you okay? Why'd you run out of there like that?" She asked, giving me a puzzled look. "Just saw an old friend.." I said, not wanting to go into further detail. "Okay.. Well take care of yourself, and try not to get hit by any more cars on your way home!" She joked as she waved, walking back into the restaurant. I forced a smile and began to walk home, my heart rate out of control. I had so many questions, why after three years does Brian just randomly show up? How did he find me? How the fuck is he even still alive?! Maybe I'm just seeing things again.. But there is one thing I know for sure, I'm sleeping with one eye open tonight.