Oneshots || Misfits

bowled a strike || swadio

Music blared through the speakers, loud but bowling balls knocking down wooden pins and victorious cheers were louder. Occasionally, the dark shadows away from the bowling lanes would light up with flashy lights and made every surface area it touched dance with the beat.

Lounging on a stained sofa, a boy in a letter jacket and ripped, muddy jeans aimlessly tapped on his phone to pass the time. The majority of his friends had already arrived, pizzas already ordered and even started bowling. Normally, he would've joined in, maybe even throw in some money for the winner, but there's one specific person who still hadn't shown up.

"Eric," a voice sung out, dragging out the syllables in his name. Mason leaned over. "Waiting for Toby? Are you two gonna be all kissy-kissy with each other?" A smile so smug on his face, Eric almost rolled his eyes. Instead, he nodded.

"Yup," Eric replied. He inwardly sighed when he saw Mason became even giddier at his answer, giggling and flailing his arms around like the autistic retard he was. Eric lightly pushed him away, tired of his shit. "You got your answer now go jack off or something."

"Fine! Maybe I will!" he huffs but a laugh escaped regardless as he stood up and walked away. Eric could only shake his head, chuckling at his friend's antics. He subtly perked up once he heard someone laughed and call out, "He better clean his mess up once he's done."

Eric glanced over and he let out a low whistle. He couldn't help it; the girl walking towards him looked... stunning. Her heeled boots clacked against the floor, the sway of her hips mesmerizing as they gently moved side to side with each stride and a smile tugging at her lips. The fluorescent lights behind haloed around her, highlighting her soft brown locks of hair. Fuck, she's so pretty.

"Stop," She blushed, her face became flushed and she gently jabbed at Eric's shoulder then pressed her hands against his face. Eric chuckled at the girl's actions and shook his head.

"Toby," a teasing smile adorned Eric's face, "You know I won't."

Toby's demeanor brightened; Eric could feel his dimples as he smiled while the girl in front of him laughed. "Have a seat," he gestured to the sofas around them. "No use trying to chill like that, hm?"

With a roll of his eyes and a smile plastered on his face, Toby sat down next to Eric, getting himself comfortable. Two other sofas, a table with an empty swivel chair out of six and out of all the seats to choose from, she chose to sit next to Eric on this nasty sofa with questionable stains from god knows what. Interesting... If anything, Toby picked a good spot for Eric to look at her. Her back faced away from the bowling lanes and towards Eric, still giving herself this haloed angelic look as she continued smiling.

Something warm enveloped his hand; Eric glanced down to see a hand covering his own, his knuckles gently rubbed over by Toby's thumb back and forth. He hadn't noticed before but her nails were long—shaped to be rounded—acrylic and had a pretty purple color that complemented Toby's calm personality.

"Lavender?" Eric asked, curiously looking at the purple nails.

"Yep," Toby confirmed.

"I like lavender," Eric had told the younger before, twirling a small purple flower weed between his thumb and index finger. Splotches of sunlight decorated the shaded grass the two rested on. He sighed as he let it fall onto his lap. "I wouldn't mind more of it around here."

"Eric."

He snapped back to reality and saw Toby looking back at him, her face showing a confused smile.

"What?" Toby asked with a chuckle, tilting his head a bit.

Eric blinked. "Had I been staring?"

"I don't know, were you?"

"Probably."

Toby's eyes widened and her cheeks became tinted. Eric couldn't help but chuckle at her expression.

"So anyways," Eric continued, nonchalantly changing the topic. "I have something funny to say."

"I remember seeing you for the first time and thinking 'Damn, she looks hot' and whenever we met up to hang out, I'd think how happy you made me. For the longest time, I never cared for relationships—I still don't care for them—but..." Toby listened and Eric couldn't have felt more appreciative of her than now. "I can see—"

Eric was interrupted by loud cheering happening a few feet away. He and Toby looked over and saw their friends dancing around, shaking Jay's shoulders and overall just being so goddamn happy.

"He won with a strike!"

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck?!"

Words jumbled together, someone saying something to add to the chaos and Cameron bounded over to grab their shoulders, slightly shaking them. "Guys, he bowled a strike! Goddamn, what a turnaround!"

Cameron let go and went back to the group of boys giving Jay slaps on the back and their congratulations. Jay stumbled in place a few times but regardless, held a big grin as he soaked in his victory.

Eric grunted and gave out a sigh. She deserved better. Toby, a girl who listened to Eric for once. Who went out of her way to ask how he was doing. Who noticed Eric; really noticed him. What a feeling, it's nice. 

"Ya know," Eric leaned closer to Toby until his forehead pressed softly against her temple. "I almost scored myself a win tonight."

In the corner of his eye, he saw a knowing smile. "Who's to say you haven't?"

This oneshot is actually based on a confession I made to an ex of mine. I'd say it's pretty accurate from something that happened about two years ago but I didn't add the part where I filed my ex's nails down. It didn't fit with the story so I took it out haha, have a good day!