Burnt Roses - a Tomco Fanfiction

Chapter 3

What even is school? Everyone has different classes? Everyone gets to choose electives? What the heck are electives? I've been wandering around this school aimlessly for hours on end, hiding in the bathroom during classes and sneaking out to the hallways between classes. I just wish I could follow Marco all day, but I know that won't work. The teachers won't recognize me so they'll kick me out, and/or Marco will get suspicious of me being in every single class with him.

I hate this.

At the moment, I'm hiding in the bathrooms again, sitting on the dirty floor in the corner stall, resting my head on my knees. I'm so bored.

I wish Marco were here. It would be fun to tease him and see him get all flustered and mad. The thought makes me smile. To see him blushing and stuttering while trying to act all tough would be a feat. I'd pay to see that, but the idea of someone else making him act that way doesn't sound as appealing. Actually, it doesn't sound appealing at all.

I sigh. What is wrong with me? Thinking about Marco like this... is gay. Just like those kids said this morning. Huh, maybe I am. But that can't be, I liked Star too. What's that called where you like boys and girls? Bisexual? Yeah maybe that's me. Well, it doesn't matter. I like what I like and that's that.

I'm so bored. This is torture.

The bell rings, making me bolt up and dash into the hallways. I want to see Marco. I wander around, bumping into people recklessly until I see the brunet at his locker, pulling out some books. I quickly make my way over to him, excitement bubbling up in my chest.

"H-hey, Marco!" I greet with a big grin.

"Oh, hi Tom!" He says with a smile of his own. Just then, someone bumps into him and knocks him off his balance, making him drop his books and nearly fall onto me. I blush, imagining him falling into my arms like in all the romance movies, but this isn't a romance movie: this is real life. He catches himself and stands up straight again before realizing his books are on the floor. We both bend down and pick them up, then I hand the books to him while trying to find something to say to him.

"So, uh, w-what class do you have next?" I ask.

"Next I have English. What about you?" He says, his voice soft and sweet. His voice alone is enough to make my heart melt.

"M-me too!" I lie. He cheers, then offers for me to walk with him. Along the way, he asks why I don't have a book, and I answer that I haven't gotten one yet. It isn't exactly a completely fabricated lie. I haven't gotten one yet, but I'm not going to get one. My parents would approve.

We sit through class, and I end up ignoring everything the teacher says as I scribble on borrowed paper with a borrowed pen. At one point I try to draw Marco, but it ends up looking horrible, so I try to make it look comically worse and crumple it up, throwing it at Marco. He catches it and unravels it, only to have to cover his mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. I smile to myself. His laugh is so cute.

Holy crap, I really like him. This is all happening too fast.

I continue to scribble, until an idea pops up in my head. I tear off a corner of the paper and write down a quick note, then toss it back to Marco. He catches it, unravels it, writes back, and hands it back to me. I eagerly take it and unfold it, looking at what it says.

Want to get ice cream after school? I wrote.
Sure! He replied.

I do a victory dance in my head, then start counting down the minutes until school ends.

It seems to take forever, but finally, the bell rings and school is out. I meet Marco by his locker again.

"Ready to g-go?" I ask. He looks up at me, surprised to see me, it seems.

"Yeah, let me just tell Star," he says, pulling out his phone and typing a message to, I can only assume is, Star.

Why must he check with her? She doesn't need to know or be part of everything he does. If she gets upset that she's not included or if she wants to come along, she will, and she'll ruin the date!

No, I can't get upset and blow my cover. I take a deep breath to calm myself.

"Okay, let's go!" Marco cheers. I look up at him confused. "What?"

"Oh," I start, "I thought... you were going to, um, invite her along... or something," I mutter.

"Nah, I just told her we were going." He zips up his backpack and swings it over his shoulder. "What are we waiting for? Let's go! I want some ice cream!" He gives me a toothy smile and marches toward the door. He is so cute, I think to myself, then jog to catch up to him.

We drop his backpack off at his house, then walk to the ice cream shop, and to say I enjoy every minute of it would be an understatement. I can't stop smiling.

He makes me so happy.

A.N.: hey everyone! Sorry it took so long for me to post the next chapter! This is my second account, as some of you may know, and i sorta forgot about it tbh. But I'm back!

The updates for this story will be really slow, because I've kinda grown out of the SVTFOE fandom, but I still ship this so I will continue to write it! Forgive me if I don't put in that certain events happened or if I just miss details about their characters, etc, because I haven't watched the show in forever.

Thank you all for being patient with me!

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