Misfits Oneshots and preferences

❤ - Got your back - ❤

"Cam, she's in that mental state again."

I knew Toby was right. She has locked herself in her room again, and we can all hear the soft vibe music playing from her speakers.

She was only twelve, almost thirteen now, and life was pounding at her more than ever. YouTube, school, and friends were hard things to juggle, and not to mention, juggling things is just hard in general. Not to mention the trama she's had to face in the past being thrown in there as the thoughts emerge from time to time.

You see, she wasn't always apart of the misfits family. She once had a family of her own, with her mother and siblings, but... No one speaks of it anymore. They all didn't wanna send the poor girl into a state of panic.

She had been locked inside her room since she got home on Friday, and it was currently two thirty Monday morning. She had only snuck out in the night to snack on something, but she wasn't exactly sneaky. They could all see her and hear her, as she had opened her creaky door, which Ryan had once promised to fix for her.

All the boys sat around the couch, quietly conversating about what they were going to do. When she had been in these negative mindsets before, she had easily been set into a state of panic when being confronted, and that's the last thing any of them wanted.

The boys all snapped their heads up to the upstairs balcony area, as they heard multiple small thuds and some glass breaking, followed by agitated cussing.

They all turned to eachother. Who was gonna go check on her? Them all going wasn't an option. She didn't like to be crowded. Eric was the one to finally stand up. 

<>Eric<>
I stood up quietly, and just by the looks they gave me, I would be going to talk to her alone. It was quiet, nothing but the small thud of my feet as they hit the stairs. Raising my fist to the door, I hit my knuckles against it.

Knock
Knock
Knock

Silence filled the empty space around me, and I couldn't shake the feeling of a negative bubble in my chest, like someone had put water balloons in my lungs, and was threatening to keep them there for the end of time.

<>3rd<>
Soft shuffling of the carpet could be heard, before the door was swung open. "Yes? What do you need?" She asked. She was in a nice big comfy sweater, some sweat pants underneath. There was multiple knic-nacs behind her that had fallen off a now broken shelf, and a few of the glass ones had shattered.

Eric was quiet for a second, his brain trying to proccess the correct response in the situation. When he found what he wanted to say, his mouth opened, but nothing came out. Instead, he took a small step forward and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, and pulled her into a warm hug.

She froze. She felt like she wanted to cry, so that's what she did. She started to cry, warm tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. Her arms stretched out and she hugged him back as tight as she could.

He cooed to her, rubbing her back gently, and holding her as he let her cry into his shirt. After a few minutes, and she had calmed down more, he looked her in her blood shot eyes and smiled warmly. "Do you wanna go downstairs and talk to us?"

She was hesitant at first, but soon realized this was the only way her mental state would be better. She nodded and gently wiped her eyes. He put a hand on her back and slowly lead her downstairs.

"Don't worry. We got your back."