Midnight Moon//timothéeXreader

02

you took the smallest sip you could out of the cup and gagged at the smell of it. "what the actual fuck—"

"it's just rum and coke, babe," he said and took another sip of his own "magic". you could see the corner of his lip turn into a smile as he drank. he let a little bit of the liquid run down the side of his mouth; maybe he was already drunk.

no, but tipsy for sure, you thought. he brought the cup down from his face and you stared into your cup. you felt lasers burning holes into your face so you looked back up at him. he still had a few drops of his drink right under his lip.

you covered your thumb with your sleeve and wiped it off for him. his eyes followed your every move. they looked down at your hand which wiped his chin, and followed it back down to your cup where you let it hold your drink.

slowly, a smirk creeped out onto his face. "you spilled," you told him.
"i know" was all he said.

he's like a statue, you thought as you analysed him. he gazed around the room and stared at the girls who walked past you two. he was absolutely still, only moving to bring his cup up to his mouth. but you looked down, and saw his fingers twiddling with the corner of his flannel.

you let yourself stare at his fingers for a few moments. woah, his hands are big. not that that meant much to you. you've let yourself forget about boys (and girls) over the last few years.

it was the end of sophomore year, and your first boyfriend had broken up with you for a girl in his biology class. maybe i don't need to date anyone right now was what you told yourself.

looking back at it now, you can't be mad at him. he was young and so were you, and the girl was pretty cute. and you didn't really want to date him in the first place.

he'd flirt with you in english and talk a big game over text. maybe you didn't want to date him, but have him, rather. he did have pretty nice lips, and you can't deny yourself a good pair of kissers.

you let yourself think back on your tenth grade romance as you stared out into the group of dancing students. you lost track of time and even your surroundings for a moment. you looked down into your empty solo cup and turned around. the mysterious boy that Noah had brought was suddenly gone. really adds to the mystery.

unaware of him just across the room from you, you poured yourself some more soda. he watched you from the bottom stair and kept sipping his own magic. you felt a presence behind you and turned around, only to find yet another stranger.

"can i help you?" you asked the six foot giant standing in front of you.

"i just need a drink, little lady" he slurred his words.

little lady? what year is it? "okay, help yourself." you told him and stepped to the side. he let out a hefty burp and said, "don't mind if i do,"

you saw where he was reaching, and before he arrived you pushed him back. "dude, fuck off," you rolled your eyes at him. he furrowed his eyebrows and he had a strange look on his face.

he marched back up to you and grabbed something off of the table behind you. "you fuck off" he said, sounding like a toddler, and he tossed whatever was in the random cup from the table behind you in your direction.

the dark liquid spread across your shirt like a wild fire and it was freezing. no one around you had noticed what he did, or so you thought. before the drunk giant could walk away from you, he was spun around on his feet.

you moved back, not wanting to be anywhere near a fight, but then you saw it was mystery boy. he's back. your eyebrows raised up on your forehead as you watched him size up against the giant.

he was just a few inches shy of the giant, but damn is he tiny. you stood there, pulling your shirt away from your body, and watched the two converse.

"you don't have to be such an asshole just because you can't get your dick sucked, dude" mystery boy said, surprisingly monotone. the giant just pushed his shoulder and grunted, "i have to take a piss, watch out."

the giant stumbled away and into the bathroom, and your shoulders finally sunk down. you tried to wipe your shirt off with a napkin from the table but that didn't help. you looked up and saw those colorful eyes staring at you.

he didn't say anything, just glanced down at the mess on your shirt, then turned around. he didn't signal, or nod his head or wave his hand. he just turned around and walked away.

your eyes followed the top of his head go through the crowd of people and end up at the stairs. you looked down at the mess on your shirt once again, and followed the boys trail.