Sunflowers and rainbows . { male reader }

Sweets

Should I scream....probably should.

Looking back at this moment it almost felt comical how you both just stared at each other blankly.

Well until some sense was knocked into you.

"....I'm leaving," you said with a straight finally braking eye contact to move away from the stranger but his voice stopped you again in your tracks
" Sorry I scared you..." you could see his expression but he sounded like he meant it.

You sighed turning around.

" I'm not scared of you I'm just late ".

He titled his head slightly then spoke again " Why you not scared, everyone is ?".

Of course, they would if you show up like this each time my dude.

" uh, I'm just not easy to scare that's plus you look more creepy than scary ".

" is there a difference ?".

Did he seriously just ask me that ?.

"....um scary is something that case you jump or freeze so it becomes fear but creepy is when something is unsettling but still doesn't necessarily case you fear itself " he nodded his head.

Why am I explaining this to some random dude who might try to kill me and if not hide the body before the police figures out anything !?.

" I really must go I'm late " the gray color on your fangs turned to a bluish shade from the feeling of a sudden anxiety attack coming soon, you need to go home and sleep but talking isn't as easy as doing since your new bunny guy went down on his knee to pick something from the sandy ground of the playground area.

" you dropped your sweets don't you want them ?" Then it hit you, apparently, you dropped what was left of the gummy bears when you hopped off the swing a few minutes ago.

Great now no more snacks.

You frowned at your sand-covered sweets before turning around on your hell to storm out the park " Don't you want them !?" Of course, I don't their freaking dirty now what a weird guy.

" just throw them away I don't want them anymore." You Responded not even looking back with one thing in mind.

Home.

And secretly hoped that guy won't be a creepy stalker and follow you home like some lost puppy or in his case bunny.

Back at the house, you were right he had fallen asleep again in the same position as before like a corpse.

If only that was literal.

You threw the plastic bag on his nightstand in his boring brown room where there was literally nothing, no computer no books no music player nothing not even a picture hanging or something just empty. A bed with his closet and nightstand along with a small window in the middle of the room.

Boy did you try to make your room look like one of a teenager but lord knows it wasn't working,

As a 17-year-old it would be expected to see some posters of bands and maybe celebrities or a model or two along with hidden junk food with magazines and stuff or even be interested in sports maybe but no, not you.

Your room wasn't big but it was better than nothing, you had a shelf full of comic books and movies you had to save for months to buy and there was your trusty old laptop which belonged to your older sister whom also helped paint the walls of your room when you first had it.