iii. tongue-tied

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( THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE )ACT II, CHAPTER THREE:TONGUE-TIED

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( THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE )
ACT II, CHAPTER THREE:
TONGUE-TIED

"goodnight, ben!" (y/n) calls as she runs up the stairs to her room, "goodnight, mom!"

"goodnight, love!" the elder woman calls after her daughter, just as the seventeen year old girl closes her room door.

after showering and changing, she plops onto her bed with a quiet hum.

tomorrow would end her first week of school, and she absolutely could not wait for the week to be over.

with gentle hands, she leans across to her nightstand and grabs her cassette player, down under immediately playing at a decent volume.

(y/n) sings along to it, a smile taking over her face as it drones on.

a soft tap is heard, but she doesn't mind it, assuming that's she hearing things.

or she tries to ignore it, at least.

but when the sound continues, she pulls of her headphones and sits up.

"hello?" her voice is barely above a whisper as she doesn't want to wake her family.

she waits for a few seconds to see if the tapping continues, but instead gets a sniffle in response.

her eyes widen when she notices the familiar blonde haired boy sitting on her roof, his eyes bloodshot from what she assumes is crying.

with quick feet, (y/n) goes to her window and opens it, a gasp of surprise falling past her (s/c) lips when the young man engulfs her in a hug.

"vic?" she whispers, softly rubbing his back, "what happened? i-why are you crying?"

abruptly, the taller boy lets go and begins to walk away.

"no, i shouldn't be here, i just-my aunt, she's-"

(y/n)'s heart nearly shatters when she hears the normally tough male's voice crack.

"it's okay, victor. just come lay down, yeah?" her voice comes out soft, one of her hands reaching for his small wrist.

victor allows the shorter girl to pull him, his body going completely limp.

(y/n) keeps a strong hold on him with one hand as she pulls the duvet over their bodies with the other.

a small sigh of relief escapes his lips as he moves, resting his head on her chest and holding her waist with both arms.

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