A breezy day off from your boring job and annoying college has brought you to where you are now, taking to the new town you and your friend now call home. Nathan, your best friend since childhood, was thankfully attending the same college as you. The two of you decided to spend your free day checking out the closest museum to your dorms.
The museum was a small, but cute, science history museum, with no memorable name, at the edge of Endless Park. you had heard about the quiet museum from a classmate whose uncle was apparently a professor at the museum. As suspected, there was barely a soul outside the museum, and just a couple people walking in the park, making it easier to hear the sound of the trees behind you and the birds that called them home yelling back and forth to one another.
Nathan opened the door for you, and let the cool air out of the building. It was surprisingly large on the inside and quite a few exhibits. An older man hunched over and sporting a dated white pony tail appears from behind a sign and greets you both, with a wonderful smile.
"My, My! How great it is to see two curious folks such as you two. I'm Prof. Bloomsberry, and I happen to be the curator here. Please enjoy having a look around."
He smiled and gestured to the exhibits with his cane, leading you to a grassy display with what seemed to be taxidermied animals from the forests in the north. Bloomsbury spent a couple minutes speaking about his own work put into the exhibit. Honestly, it was sweet seeing the old man taking pride in his hard work at the little museum.
Finally, your little party turns to the next exhibit, you leading. A couple steps around the corner and you found your view covered in yellow, being forced to come to a quick stop. The person you had ran into, a man in an all yellow suit, happened to be carrying a glass of milk. But, instead of still being in the glass, the milk was now all over you. You looked down at your soaked, light blue shirt, feeling gross.
"Oh god, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't expect anyone to be here!" The man grabbed his hair nervously.
"Ah-," you stuttered, feeling bad for the stick of a man, "It's fine don't worry. I'll be fine." Your face said otherwise though.
The man looked you over then looked at Bloomsbury. "How about I get you a new shirt. Seriously this is all my fault it's the least I can do."
Bloomsbury nodded and gestured for you to go head, while Nathan looked concerned. "Alright." You followed the man, now shivering from being soaked in the whole cow milk.
"This is the back room or the employees. You can wait right there while I find you a shirt in my stuff." He disappeared behind some wooden boxes, leaving you sitting down on a rickety bench. He was back quite quickly, holding a cheesy shirt that had a sock monkey on the front. "I'm sorry, this is all I had in my stuff. Uh there's an employee bathroom right there."
You entered the bathroom and flicked on the buzzing, dim light. After wiping off your torso and slipping on the large shirt, you slipped out the creepy bathroom to find the lanky man sat on the bench, fiddling with his hands nervously. He looked up at you and gave an encouraging grin. You smile back and walk to him. "Uh, thank you Mr.-"
"Theodore. But you can call me Ted."
"Yes. Thank you Ted. I'm [y/n],... by the way." You looked straight into his face for the first time and saw his large nose, and sweet, dark eyes. He had an innocent charm about him and an even more enticing, lean figure. "Alright, Ted. As much as I love your shirt, I don't want to steal it, so let me give you my number." You smirked at him and held out your hand for him.
Ted's face turned pink and panic crossed his brow. He whipped out his phone and sat it in your hand. You opened a new contact and typed in your number, including a smiley face after your name. After handing it back to him, he gestured to lead you back to the exhibits.
When you returned, Nathan eyed you as you waved Ted goodbye. He smirked knowingly, seeing the expression on your face. "Oh you are SO smitten, [y/n]. And with a stranger at that!"
You punch Nathan lightly and shush him. "Mind your business, man. Besides, I hope he won't stay a stranger for long."
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Shades of Yellow
Fanfiction!!AU!! cw: drugs, suicide, violence, rape A simple mishap leads to a complicated relationship with a man who has some strange priorities and an even stranger fashion sense. Despite your blooming relationship, a certain primate and a mysterious grou...
