When I Don't Remember You (Truffela Flu AU)

Sick Introductions

Disgusting. What a complete asshole. In general everyday I come to school to keep dealing with this ass. He picks on me constantly everyday, makes fun of my interests and insults my weight.

Senior year of highschool was probably the worst of all for Warden. Not only because Warden lived out his entire years of abuse, but by now he's was completely humiliated. But it didn't stop him from trying to do what he loved the most. But most people called him by his first name, in this case David. Or others he had heard "Plugdy David".

He was an excellent engineer. And he planned on making it a future career of his. His father owned the counties jail which meant his father left him to carry on that same tradition.

Wardens classic outfit consisted of a yellow dress shirt with a purple vest out over it with matching purple suit pants. His yellow glasses would always slip off his nose occasionally, and was constantly seen carrying text books.

Onceler on the other hand seemed to be the complete opposite. Most people referred to him as Greed, a father dominated nick name the school had given him. Otherwise was not too well fond and known as a well behaved kid. He would smoke constantly in the hallway and would be found drinking on campus. But of course his favorite pass time.

Was to harass Warden.

He smirked watching him walk through crowds off people to get to his class before he leaned on the doorway smirking. He wore a green plaid over shirt and black tank top, which matched his black ripped jeans. And on occasions painted his nails black. He whistled to get Wardens attention, and he only walked faster annoyed as he pushed his glasses up his nose more and continued walking.

"Hey? Excuse me?" He said with crossed arms and walked back over faster, grabbing Warden by the back of his shirt and pulling him towards his chest. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you-" he said slamming him onto the locker. He winced hearing the impact of his body hit onto pure metal echoing their schools hallway. He looked up at him after he had dropped his texts books on the ground and looked at him rather angered and annoyed.

"I don't want to deal with you today I've already had to deal with a lot-" he said annoyed. He leaned down to grab his text books from the floor only to see him inlined with Oncelers crotch, which only made him blush harshly. It wasn't until Onceler smirked with a devilish and humiliating idea. He grabbed the back of Wardens head and pushed his face right into his groin, which made his face heat up in flustered embarrassment. He dropped onto his knees in an embarrassing submissive position. He smirked down at him. "You know bitches bend over just like that" he smirked and let go of his head. He pushed his head back into the locker as Warden looked up with pained watered eyes of frustration.

"Y-You're an asshole-" he spat out irritated. Onceler looked down at him once again annoyed. He saw a small journal fell out of his bag, and picked it up.

Warden made a movement to try and grab it back from him panicked, but Onceler pulled it from his reach. "And for being so rude- this is mine-" he shoved it into his bag and walked away annoyed. The halls had covered up with people and Warden tried to call out to give it back. It had all his plans in there for his future jail models, and the majority of his time was spelt doodling in there. It was his escape to get away from all the people, and now that he didn't have it anymore he felt himself start to panic. His eyes welded up in tears as passing people continued to laugh at his misery.

That was the final line of patience. He grabbed his things quickly and ran. He didn't care if he missed class, he didn't care if he missed school. He wanted to get away from everything going on. He ran into the men's bathroom stale and shut himself inside. He felt like his tears only fell more in anger, and felt cowardly and weak for it. It was exposing himself.

He held his legs to his chest in the bathroom stale and buried his face into his knees to quietly cry to himself.

Onceler on the other hand happened to be walking right into the bathroom to smoke a cigarette. He lit it and put it to his mouth before hearing small sobs and rolled his eyes growling. "God does it ever appeal to anyone some people are also using he restroom in here who the fuck is crying in the stale?" He put his fist to it. Warden froze horrified and didn't answer. Onceler had gotten impatient when he didn't hear an answer and kicked the stale open. And there Warden was.

He was sitting on the closed toilet seat with tear stains down his cheeks and looked at him. "W-What do you want-" he said softly choking on tears.

Onceler looked at him rather annoyed but reached into his bag. "About your stupid obsession with your journal- I was after you were done bitching going to give it back to you-" he said and threw it to him. Warden caught it in his hands and it was in perfect condition. "And all this time I thought it was just scribbled math homework." He said softly. "You'll get pretty far if you continue working with it.." he said crossing his arms.

Warden didn't know what to say. He stared up at him. Onceler wasn't ever nice to him why was he deciding to be now. "Did you hit your head Greed." He said plain and simple.

Onceler chuckled as if he was insulting his intelligence. "No- I can tell a smart person when I see one..." he unscrewed a small bottle of vodka. Warden looked at it with a slight worried look.

"You know you can't have that at school..."

"What are you gonna do? Tell on me? Report me?" He continued to drink it anyways.

Warden didn't looked angry but now slightly worried. "If you drink at this age Greed it's only going to kill you.." he tried to reach for it worried a little, but Onceler pulled his hand back.

"That's the whole point David-" he said finally. They both froze.

Oncelers eyes now seemed to feel hopeless and empty. And Warden sensed it as well.

"Y-You... You can't kill yourself I won't let you.." Warden said with now watered eyes. He attempted to reach for it again but Onceler refused.

"So what!? What have I ever mattered to anyone!? Nothing I do helps anyone I've been abandoned by my own family and I've been homeless for years! All I have left is a tent and my god damn donkey!" He said now sounding upset himself. "Why do you care!?" He said testing him. Wardens eyes filled in pained tears.

"B-Because you're the only person who makes an effort everyday to interact with me!" He said. Onceler froze for a moment. "What am I gonna do when I don't have you telling me what to do? I'll feel completely lost! Who's going to yell my name down the hallway? Who's gonna shove me into my gym locker and shove my lunch food into my tray? Who's... Who's going to care as much as you do...? Because the fact is no matter h-how mean you are to me I still for some reason l-like you-" he said through soft tears.

Onceler was silent for a while listening to him. "You... you like me?" He asked. Warden looked away from his gaze and rubbed the tears out of his eyes in shamed pity. Onceler knew it himself. The whole reason he picked on Warden in the first place was because he found a great interest in his company. He didn't know how to properly express his affection towards people but in abuse. It was all he knew his entire life. And was demonstrated by both his parents. "I-I.." he said with a sudden pause.

They both stood there in the bathroom in front of each other for a while in silence. Onceler reached and held his shoulder. "Please meet out outside the school for a minute when class is over..." he said and handed him the small bottle of vodka finally. He walked out of the bathroom as Warden looked down at it in his hand, and his fingers slowly closed onto it.

He.. he likes me too doesn't he..