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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Pass Out (Request)

Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Tom Holland x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: can I request a Tom Holland and Jake Gyllenhaal x teen!reader where she gets sick during the press tour and ends up passing out in front of fans? love your writing btw!!

Warnings: none, really? sick reader, slight insecurity, language

(A/N): yeah im in berlin (we’re being very safe and wearing masks all the time :D) and thats why i havent updated much. im trying to update a bit, im writing this at 7:43 to make it before breakfast hsghssgs anyway hope y’all enjoy

“Y/n, you don’t look too good? Caught a stomach bug?”

You sighed at Jake’s question. You did quite literally feel like shit that morning, all three of you padding out of the hotel to enter the car. It was going to be another day of press, and while those days could be a bunch of fun, this time the thought just worsened your pounding headache, nausea, weakness, and general shit-feeling.

“I don’t know what it is, I just feel real bad,” you grumbled irritably. Tom and Jake exchanged glances over your head.

“Think you should stay home today? Me and Jake can take a yelling from Marvel, it’s totally fine. They hate me anyway.”

“Yeah, I was gonna say, there’s really no way Tom can worsen his image to Marvel. He can take the blame. I mean, he’s already hit rock bottom.”

You snorted at their banter, and without looking, knew Tom had that undoubtedly offended face. Though, you still shook your head sadly.

“It’s not that bad. It’ll be fine.”

There wasn’t much arguing then. The boys never knew you to be a liar about such things, and trusted your judgement completely. And, to be fair, you didn’t lie about how you were feeling. You just thought it was less bad than it was, which is why, when you entered the car, sitting between the two man-children, you got very nervous when it suddenly worsened drastically.

You were sickly-looking, and both your head and stomach hurt. Your legs felt like jello (which is a very weird sensation, by the way, causing you to wriggle your legs to give them life again), and an overwhelming feeling of nausea hit you. Overall though, you felt weak.

Jake and Tom were still watching you worriedly. Your worsened state was easily spotted by them.

“We’re here,” the driver announced. Out the window, you could see the sandy building that you were filming press in that day, and a pretty sizeable group of fans (mostly beautiful young gals) who were looking to meet their idols.

“This is a bigger group than usual,” Tom mumbled, and the comment made you involuntarily groan. You loved fans, but today everything sucked.

Soon enough, you three exited the black car, and The Jello Effect was in full effect, as you wobbled to the front door.

“Oh my God, hi! We’re super big fans!” A nice-looking lady smiled brightly when she spotted you all. Her voice was pleasant, you thought.

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we’re actually meeting them. I didn’t think they’d show up here today. Guess you were right,” came the mumblings from between them.

“We can sign a few things, if you want? We still have a bit of time before our schedule,” Tom offered kindly, because he was such a celebrity that really loved the fans, possibly more than both you and Jake (not that you two didn’t, Tom just had so much love to give out).

All the fans (girls and boys and nonbinary alike) gathered to have their shirts, comics, papers, and anything else that they wanted signed.

You felt horrific, but didn’t object, signing and smiling the best you could, but overall staying quiet. You even joined in on the pictures.

“C-Can I, um, also have a-a picture?” a shy boy asked stepping forward. Both Tom and Jake smiled and said “yeah” and “of course”, but in that moment the world suddenly got very blurry for you.

Everything was very overwhelming, the noise, the questions, the requests, and the responsibilities, and all of a sudden your legs were gone, and the ground was very close to you. And then it was black.

Jake and Tom were standing in front of the boy, when a thump came from behind them (your jello body falling down, in case you were wondering). They looked, and surely enough, there you were, on the ground.

They both immediately jumped down to you, crouching beside your collapsed body.

“Holy shit, are they okay?” one of the fans asked, as a worried murmur spread throughout the crowd of people.

“Uh, I don’t really know-” Jake said nervously. “Damn it, Y/n,” he cursed you, because, of course, you would underestimate the seriousness of your sickness.

Thinking quick, Tom grabbed the rather shy boys phone, angled it so the boy was behind him, and then tapped Jake’s shoulder. They both, comically, duck faced simultaneously, and Tom snapped a picture.

“Here,” he gave the kid back his phone, whilst Jake grabbed and lifted you.

“We gotta get them to a hospital. I don’t want to risk anything,” Jake whispered, not wanting to further upset the fans that stood beside them, with wide eyes and filming phones. Tom nodded.

“Alright, it’s been good, but, uh.. Well, we’ve got things to fix here,” Tom waved goodbye, and then followed Jake, who was sprinting to the parking lot with you in his arms.

“W-What?” you mumbled and blinked awake. You felt drowsy and sick and simply quite terrible, and it was hard to understand, but you realized you were in someones arms.

“Holy shit, Y/n, you scared the crap out of me!” Jake exclaimed breathlessly, as you awoke from your nonconsensual nap. You looked around in confusion, at Jake’s face (you had a great view of his nose and chin), the parking lot, and then a moment where you wondered what the hell was happening.

“Did I- What happened?” your mumble was weak.

“You passed out! We’re bringing you to a hospital!” Tom came from behind Jake. This made you stir.

“Uh, no. No, you’re not!” you (with much grunting and effort - and probably Jake simply letting you go out of respect) jumped out of Jake’s grasp and onto the parking lot. You stumbled, overestimating the solidness of your legs, and almost falling down again, but this time Tom was prepared. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand up. From his eyes came a warning look.

“Y/n. You’re sick. We’re going to a hospital. Just to make sure.”

You knew he was right, but still you couldn’t help but feel like a bother. The boys both saw your stubbornness fade slightly.

“Alright, I’ll go to the hospital. But you guys go and do press. I can’t have you getting in trouble with Marvel..” you mumbled somewhat angrily.

Jake and Tom looked at each other for a moment, and then shook their heads. They begun moving at the same time, each taking one of your arms and just starting to walk. You looked back and forth between them accusingly.

“I called an Uber. It’ll be here five.”

“Sounds good, sounds good.”

“Excuse me? I said, I’ll go alone!”

Tom stopped, turning to you. Surprisingly, he smiled playfully.

“Look, N/n. We’re going wether you like it or not, because me and Jake, we care about you too. So stop being so selfish, and let’s go get you checked out, because we can’t have you feeling sick and passing out on us. Alright?”

His voice was surprisingly light and his smile was upheld, but you could tell he was still a bit concerned. The feeling of someone caring about you. It warmed your heart a bit.

Jake ruffled your hair from behind, and you all started walking again. You smiled stupidly, and, though still present, your nausea was much smaller now. Jake eyed you from the side, watching your smile. He shook his head.

“Dummy.”

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peterparkers-tingles · 5 years

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just the right time | ch. 2

Summary: you recently went through a break up with your long time boyfriend, you’re miserable and trying to distract yourself. you decide to go to the mall with your friends when you meet someone. a beautiful relationship builds from there.

Warnings: italics are texts, curse words, think thats it tbh

Word count: 1243

Chapter 2

You look up and realize who you just ran into. It was Thomas Stanley Holland.

“Holy fucking shit.” You think to yourself trying not to fangirl too hard in front of him.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

This breaks you from your trance and you realize you hadn’t spoken in a minute.

“Yeah. I’m okay, I’m sorry for bumping into you.” You say as you try to hide the redness you could feel coming over your face.

“It’s alright, Love. Please let me take you to get your phone fixed, it’s the least I could do.” He says with the charming smile you’ve come to love so much.

“No, no, you really don’t have to do that.”

“Please?” He pleads as he looks at you with those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“I mean, if you’re sure. I feel really bad it wasn’t even your fault, I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.” You say shaking your head.

“I insist. Really, no problem at all. What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/n,” you ponder whether you should admit you know who he is, but you decide against it, “and yours?” You ask innocently.

“Tom.” He says while slightly blushing.

You begin to walk with him towards the apple store and then you realize you had left Gia who seemed to miss the whole thing.

“Shit.” you mutter to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly.

“My best friend, Gia, I’m here with her. Just give me one second.” You say jogging back to where you last left Gia.

You run back to find a very confused Gia.

“You’ll never believed what just happened oh my god.” You say out of breath.

“What did I miss, sorry I was talking to Billy.” She giggled while blushing over her new boyfriend. You explained the events that took place over the past 5 minutes or so.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!!!!!” She whisper-screamed.

“Shut the fuck up he doesn’t know I’m a fan, or even knows who he is at all. Can you hang here while I go with him for a little?” You ask hoping she won’t mind.

“Yes of course. Go get some spidey dick!!” Gia says as she slaps your ass while you speed walk back towards Tom and she calls Billy back.

You catch back up to the boy you’ve waited your whole life, or past two years, to meet.

“Sorry about that. I just needed to make sure she was okay.” You say apologetically.

“Of course, Darling.” He said sweetly.

The two of you make your way to the Apple store and he finds someone who can fix the damage that was done to your phone. You watch as your phone is taken to the back of the store. You can’t help but feel bad about Tom paying, you know he has the money but you always feel bad when someone spends money on you.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I feel really bad that you’re paying for this, you really don’t have to.” You say awkwardly.

“It’s nothing, don’t you worry about it. I’m serious.” Tom says smiling at you.

He honestly was quite surprised you didn’t know who he was, it was refreshing being able to talk to someone who wasn’t asking for pictures or an autograph. He felt like a normal person for once. You were both staring at each other when someone spoke and startled you both, your gaze on each other breaking.

“Alright, you’re all set! Now, how would you like to pay?” The Apple employee asks bringing your phone back to you.

Tom pulls out his card and hands it to her, you bite your lip. You didn’t understand why he was being so nice, he barely knew you.

“Thank you so much, again. I feel so bad, you really didn’t have to.” You say looking down.

“You apologize way too much, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, it’s absolutely no problem.” He says putting a hand on your arm.

You look up at him and can feel your cheeks tinting pink. You give him a soft smile and thank him again.

“So, now that your phone is fixed, I think it’s only right I put my number in it. Just in case it gets cracked again, yeah?” Tom says holding it towards you so you can unlock it.

Did Tom Holland just ask if he could put his number in your phone? Is this a dream? What the fuck.

“Um, yeah of course. I’m pretty damn clumsy so knowing me it’ll definitely get cracked again… not that you have to pay for it!” You say unlocking your phone and getting flustered.

He laughed as he put his contact into your phone. Every second felt like an hour as you watched him type each digit. He handed you back your phone and took his out.

“Darling, I’d be happy to pay for anything of yours. Now, how about you return the favor and put your number in mine.” He says passing you his unlocked phone.

You type out your first and last name, and your phone number. Your hands were definitely shaking and you wondered if he noticed. You finish and pass his phone back to him.

“Y/n L/n. I love the way that looks in my phone. Love the way it sounds even more.” He says to you smirking.

You nervously laugh and look at him again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve really got to get going, but it was so nice meeting you. I look forward to hearing from you at some point.” He says as he stops walking.

“Yeah of course, thank you so much again for fixing my phone, I’ll probably feel bad about that forever.” You chuckle.

“Alright well, I hope I see you later y/n l/n.” He says walking backwards and away from you.

You agree and give him a smile and a wave as you walk away, knowing you’d probably never hear from him again. You don’t mind, you just met Tom Holland and he paid for your phone, that’s probably all you needed for the rest of your life.

*bzzz*

You had a text from Tom. He texted me? Already?

* So, I’m really hoping you didn’t give me a fake number. *

You quickly typed out a text, hoping you didn’t seem too desperate.

* Nope, definitely a real number. This IS Tom right? Lmao.*

You patiently waited for his name to pop up on your screen again.

* I’m almost certain I put my name as Tom in your phone, but no it’s actually someone else. Sorry, love.”

Wow, he was sarcastic, and you loved it. You could definitely get used to texting Tom.

* You JUST met me and you’re already giving me attitude? Gotta be honest, I kind of like it hahaha. * You text back, you knew flirting was risky, but you thought what’s the worst that could happen? He could reject me, but that’s okay because you were honestly expecting that.

* I’ll keep that in mind, love. Write it down in my notes in your contact, right along with apologizes far too much. *

You stare at the immediate text back. You were texting Tom Holland, you were flirting with Tom Holland, this can’t be real. You hovered over the keyboard wondering what to say next as you walked back to Gia to tell her everything that just happened.

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hearts-upon-our-sleeves · 5 years

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Astraphobia - Part 2

Series Masterlist

Title: Astraphobia

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Gardener!Reader with Astraphobia

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexual acts, illegal activities, murder, alcohol, panic attacks.

Summary: Astraphobia, also known as astrapophobia, brontophobia, keraunophobia, or tonitrophobia is an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning, a type of specific phobia. It is a treatable phobia that both humans and animals can develop. -Wikipedia

Chapter Summary: It rains unexpectedly and you have no one else.

A/N: This switches between Tom and You bc i want both sides told? Idk but I like it. Also super bad panic attack so ik it’s in the warning but heres a second warning.

Your chest was heavy, your lungs filled with fire as it tightened and loosened. Your fingers traced down your chest clutching your top, the coolness of your fingers and the fire of your chest met and left traces along your skin. Tears escaped your eyes as you shook leaving stains along your skin, your arms were around your knees hugging your chest as if there was nothing else in the world to hold. Your ears were pounding from the blood flow, and your eyes were blurred as the tears stung them like bees. Pins and needles traveled through your legs as you gripped them harder.

It wasn’t supposed to be today, you’d read the news it said no rain for the next week. Yet here you were sat in your shop trembling in fear of the monster storm outside. You tried breathing exercises but nothing had been helping, so you stuck your fingers in your ears and you sat and cried trying to get over the strikes you heard outside.

“T-trees are the longest living organisms on earth. Plants can feel, smell, and remember.” You repeated facts to yourself to distract yourself, and the only thing you could recite by heart were plant facts. Your fingers remained planted in your ears as you rocked back and forth praying that this storm would end soon.

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“Where the fuck is my money Holmes? Because all I see here is you buying brand new cars yet not being able to pay me back. You know what that’ll get you? A fucking bullet through your sad little brain.” Tom said as he pulled a gun from his desk drawer and aimed it in between Holmes brows. Tom saw the man flinch and soon he was on his knees begging for his life.

“Get up, you’re pathetic.” Tom moved his gun upwards and soon the man followed. Tom went to pull the trigger when a strike of lightning boomed through the cold office and for a second he thought back two weeks to the thought of you. He thought about you and how you’d see his lifestyle, and lowered the gun. Tom rolled his eyes and pointed to the door.

“I want the money by noon tomorrow or i’ll make sure you go down straight to hell.” Tom boomed as the man thanked him and rushed out of the door. Tom sat down in his chair and put his gun own questioning why he didn’t kill him. Then he thought to you and why when he thought of you he turned soft. He needed to get you out if his head, why should he go after a girl who clearly hated him, but why did look back at the time you patched him up after a fight and smile. How you looked him in the eyes that night and asked if he was ok. How the peroxide burned yet all he could think about was you touching him. Tom looked to the window, you probably loved storms, he thought you’d enjoy not having to water your plants, how you’d stare at the storm and feel relaxed. But that’s just what he thought and he needed to stop, he needed to stop thinking about you, even though you were a ray of light in the darkest storm.

Tom was still lost in thought when Harrison walked in. Harrison fully expected to walk in to see a dead man on the floor not his best mate staring out the window lost in thought.

“Mate what the hell? I thought you’d finish that bloke he was an ass.” Harrison shook Tom out of his trance. The brunette looked over to his mate with a huff and a smirk.

“Wasn’t worth a bullet.” Tom shrugged and sat at his desk pulling up the money he had just been sent.

“Yeah,” Harrison paused with a smile, “I don’t think it’s that.”

“What are you on about this time?” Tom groaned and leaned back into his chair as Harrison sat on the desk.

“You are hung up over that flower shop girl aren’t you?” Harrison laughed as Tom scoffed. Tom rolled his eyes, blew a piece of hair out of his face and smiled with thoughts of you. “How long have you even known her? Have you had an actual conversation other than her telling you to fuck off when you try to buy her shop?”

Tom thought for a moment. You two had known of each other for two years, he still remembers the first time he walked in. You were picking flowers for an old ladies bouquet. Tom still remembers the smile you gave when the lady left and he could’ve sworn that’s when he fell for you. Tom was still in his head when Harrison slapped his shoulder earning a punch to his stomach in return. “Mate? The hell?” Tom called as Harrison laughed and clutched his stomach.

“You need to stop thinking about her, she's making you soft and you can’t be soft mate. Come on get dressed lets go get some drinks and you a pretty looking girl for the night.” Harrison called as he walked out of Tom’s office, and Tom agreed, he did need to stop thinking about you. It was only going to be business, he needed your shop and he was going to get it.

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The storm died down but that didn’t stop the fear rushing through your body. Your deep breathing turned to panting and all you saw was a white blur, you could taste the metallic taste of blood from you biting you inner cheek, and all you could hear was the pounding and rushing of blood in your ears.

You were on the verge of passing out and you knew you needed help. All of your family was hours away, and no one else had a key to your shop. Holy fuck you were going to have to ask Tom weren’t you? He had picked your lock two weeks ago and knew the lay out so he would understand if you said you were under the desk. The last time you called the hospital for help they charged you way more than you had and you were still paying the bill. You hated Tom, he wouldn’t come or even give a shit, all he wanted was your shop, there was no way he’d give a shit you were on the floor having the worst panic attack of your life.

“Calling him would be better than dying.” Your mind screamed. So with shaking hands you pulled out your phone and clicked on the icon, he’d given you his number in case you wanted to take on the offer of him buying his shop. You clicked on the call button and prayed you wouldn’t die.

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Tom had been chatting up some blonde at one of the clubs he’d owned. She was pretty but nothing compared to you, Tom thought but ignored it, you’d never be his nor would you ever need him. Tom looked over to Harrison, he was knocking it off with every woman he set eyes on. Tom was about to knock another drink down when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Who ever called him was going to get it, the rule is to never call him when he’s clubbing or you die. It was an unknown number and he almost felt sorry for the poor schmuck who called him.

“Who the fuck is this?” Tom boomed into his phone but all he heard were soft cries and uneven breathing.

“T-tom-m.” Was all you were able to muster out but he instantly knew who it was and every ounce of worry ran through his body. He exited the club extremely fast, if you were hurt he’d kill any sorry son of a bitch who dared to even look at you.

“Hey love you gotta tell me where you are. I’ll be there ok are you hurt?” Tom walking in any direction he could trying to find you, he noticed your breathing was almost non existent.

“S-s-shop.” You dropped your phone and Tom started yelling in his, you couldn’t hold it up anymore. You started heaving and you knew if you didn’t calm down, you were going to pass out.

It didn’t take Tom long to run to your shop. He picked the lock as if it was the easiest thing in the world and called out your name running around looking for you until he hit the desk. He looked under it and saw you, you were hugging your knees tears permanently stained your face. Tom crawled under the desk and you instantly gripped onto him.

“Love you gotta tell me what happened.” Tom whispered loud enough for you to hear, but you didn’t need to tell him a thing, because at that instant the storm continued and the loudest strike rolled through and Tom knew when you screamed in horror. So he held you close and whispered sweet things in your ear to keep your mind off the monster outside, and for once you felt at home during a storm, right in Tom’s arms.

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shanamichelewrites-blog · 6 years

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Last Moment of Childhood

This is just a cute little story I wrote while based off of a prompt in one of the several writing prompt books I have. It is not edited that much, as it was just for fun. I hope you enjoy!

Part One

¨Mom, I get what you're saying, but this is my choice to make. I don't see why you care so much.¨ I say as I pull a soda out of the refrigerator.

¨You are my baby. I want you to stay that way sweetie.¨ I roll my eyes at her

¨Were you like this when Dan said he wasn't trick-or-treating anymore?¨

¨Thats Differ-¨ She starts but I cut her off.

¨No it's not mom. Just deal with it. I'm too old to be even trick-or-treating this year but you already bought my costume. And Randy needed someone to go with.. ¨ I trail off as I take a sip of my drink.

¨You are going with Randy..? I thought you weren't talking to him anymore. Last week you came in here super upset and said you'd never talk to him again? Why not just go out with Lincoln like you every other year?¨

¨Well Randy invited me to go out with him. And besides Lincoln is such a little kid...Randy is cool.I have to go now Mom or I´ll be late.¨ I don´t wait for her reply and run up the stairs to grab the costume from my room.

I pull it on and sigh. I look like a damn 5-year-old.. A big lumpy orange mess. I'm pretty sure this was Dan´s costume from when he was in 5th grade.. I´ve always been smaller than he was at my age. My mom doesn't seem to get that I am in high school now, and I need to start dressing like a big kid and not some little dork.

¨Come down here so your mother can get pictures of you.¨ My dad calls up the stairs. I stomp down the stairs to show my distaste.

¨Really Mom…?¨ I would go further but my father shoots me a look. I shut up and let my mom take the stupid picture.

¨Alright I'm leaving now.¨ I say and with that, I rush out the door. As soon as I'm out the door, I see Randy coming down the street with a few older boys. None of them are wearing costumes, especially one as stupid as mine. I start panicking. I rip the stupid orange fabric off of my body and stash it in the bushes in front of my house before anyone can see it.

I run out my front gate and go up to them. They are all laughing at something.

¨Hey Randy.. Thanks for inviting me out tonight.” Their conversation and laughter cease. Some of the older boys give me weird looks. Most of them are much taller than I am.

¨Why´d you let the squirt come out with us Randy.. I thought you were cooler than that.¨ I shrink back.. ¨

¨Oh guys, give him a chance. You can be cool, right RayRay?¨ He uses the old nickname he gave me in elementary school.

¨Please.. I'm surprised he's not wearing some stupid costume. The boy wouldn't know how to be cool if his life depended on it. ¨ I ball my fists..

¨I'M NOT SOME STUPID LITTLE KID!¨ I yell at the boy. Randy puts his hand on my shoulder and I calm down.

¨Relax Raymond.. We just gotta show him that you can be cool.¨ The older boy seemed to back off and go along with Randy's plan.

We start walking in the opposite direction of my house. I take one look back at my house only to see my mother outside, pulling the costume out of the bushes. She might be far away but the sad look on her face is unmistakable…

We ended up walking to the little convenience store on the corner of Main Street and Maple Ave.

¨Okay little guy, go in and prove your worth...¨ I look at Randy confused.

¨Beer. You have to go in there and steal us two packs of beer.¨ Randy explains.

I try not to freak out, but I'm pretty sure they can see right through me. Randy gives me a little nudge. ¨Is your head made of iron? Go.¨

´You have to impress these guys.. Don't be a little scaredy cat. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out..´ I duck down behind the shelves so the worker doesn't see me. I work my way to the back coolers. Once I find the beer, I open the cooler door as quietly as possible. I have to act quickly because if the guy up front looked down the aisle he would be able to see me. I grab two 12 pack of beer, one in each hand and move behind one of the shelves again. The cooler door swings close and I curse under my breath.

´The worker heard that.. He is going to catch me and going to call the police. He is going to ruin everything and Randy and his friends will just pick on me even more at school than they already do.´

I wait a whole minute before moving. I peak from behind the shelves and see that the worker did not move from his seat. I let out a sigh of relief. I grab another case of beer and stuff it in my shirt and then make a break for the door. I get out before the worker even notices me.

Randy and the other boys are waiting for me. ¨Holy shit, he actually did it.¨

¨Told you he would.¨ He walks up to me and takes the two cases of beer out of my hands.¨ Just ducted under the shelves huh?¨ I nod. ¨Hmm thought so. We are all too tall to do that. You are perfect for it though.¨

¨ I also got.. .¨ I pull out the other case from my shirt. Luckily my shirt was tucked into my pants so it didn't fall out.

¨Better than expected.. Not bad short stuff..¨ the taller kid says. ¨Now time for the real test.¨ They open the case and hand me a beer.

¨Drink up.¨

“Ah...oh… okay, yeah, of course…” I hesitantly take the can from him. I’m waiting for them to tell me it’s all a joke.

I shiver at the sound of the can opening in my hands. I slowly bring it to my lips and take a sip. They are all watching my every move carefully. The liquid feels foreign to me and I have to resist the urge to spit it out. I swallow it and lower the can from my lips.

I expected the silence to end, for them to start chatting and drinking themselves. I wanted them to stop paying attention to me so I could just pour the gross drink out onto the grass without having to tell them I couldn’t drink it. That is not what happens though.

Instead, they all still staring at me. Never taking their eyes off of me. Randy notations for me to continue drinking. They want me to drink the whole thing?! All at once??

‘These boys are going to kick the crap out of you if you don’t drink all of it. Its written all over their faces.’ I put the can back up to my lips and continue drinking. I figure, the faster I drink it, the less time I have to taste it .

The boys stare at me in shock as I throw the now empty can on the ground and crush it with my foot. The beer feels funny sitting in my stomach but I try my best to play it off like I don’t feel anything.

“How you feel Ray?” Randy asks. He seems proud. Whether it’s of me for drinking it or of himself for convincing me to it, I’m not sure.

“Fi-,” I hiccup. “-ne” They all laugh and finally their attention is turned away from me.

Randy puts his arm around my shoulder. “I knew you could do it.”

Part Two

The drinking didn’t last long. The beer quickly ran out, but it proved sufficient enough to get them all drunk so they didn't make me get more.

We walked around for awhile as they drank. They made me down a few more beers, but not too many as they wanted more for themselves. I think, in total, I drank around five beers…?

Eventually, we start making our way down to the other end of town. The area is filled with nicer houses and fancy restaurants. The tallest guy said he needed to pick something up from a guy in that area.

We get onto Holland Street and then the guys start joking about how the principle of the high school lives on this street and that we should teepee his house. Everyones too out of it to think of any reasons not to.

It seemed that this was their plan all along when one of the boys pulled rolls of toilet paper out of his bag. He had one for everyone, except me. I know they weren’t expecting me to come along but that didn’t matter. With the alcohol, my emotions were all over the place and it made me so upset. This was just another reason for exclusion for me. I thought I was finally starting to warm up to the other boys. That I would finally become a member of this group and not just some tag along. I guess not though..

They quickly found the right house and started going at it. Nobody paid any attention to me. No looks, no comments, nothing. Nobody cared.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes. I sniffle a little. ‘ You can’t let them see you so upset. You’ll lose all the progress you made with them.’ I can’t stop the tears though. So, while they are all distracted, I run.

I take off sprinting down the street. Turning corners and not stopping. The tears flowing down my face. My mind is a blur and I just let my feet take me.

Nobody can run forever though. I run out of breath and eventually stop running. My hands are on my knees and I’m gasping for breath. I look up and see the ocean. I ran to the pier.

I use to come down here with my father when I was younger. We fished a lot. A couple years back we stopped going through. Fishing was never my thing, but it was really the only time we hung out, just me and him. He seemed to really enjoy it though. Nowadays, he's too busy to even do that with me. He still goes with Dan sometimes though.

The water looks peaceful. Waves slowly rolling to the shore. The sound of the water hitting the rocks is soothing. The wind blows and the smell of salt fills my nose. Peaceful.

But peace doesn't last forever. The wind grows cold and sends shivers down my arms and goosebumps rise on my arm. The street lamp above me flickers a few times and then goes out. Nothing left out here but me and the full moon.

My thoughts begin to clear. The fresh air helping. Everything comes crashing down on me again. The events of the night replay in my head over and over again.

´I'm so stupid. I actually thought those boys would be my friend. They don't like me. They'll never like me. They used me…´

My tears begin to fall once again as I sob loudly.

I don't know how long I was standing there crying. I feel so alone.

¨Ray..? Is that you..?¨ A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn around and see a figure standing under a streetlight at the beginning of the pier.

¨Lincoln... That you?¨ I ask. I walk towards the figure and recognize him. He is dressed up as Buzz Lightyear from toy story. He has a big sack of candy with him.

¨What are you doing out here?¨ he asks me.

¨What are you doing out here?¨ I ask him.

¨Wealthy people out this way give out way better candy so I convinced my mom to bring me out here. Now answer my question, ¨ he says

We sit down on a bench, and I explain everything that had happened to him. I stumble over my words a lot but I'm able to get everything out.

When he learns that I had been drinking he stands up in shock. He started lecturing me about how that it was so stupid to do that, but he stopped halfway through. A look of realization crosses his face for a moment.

¨You know. You don't need me telling you too. It's pretty cold out here, how about we go back to my house. You can spend the night.¨

I must have looked hesitant because he adds ¨I'll even share my candy with you. You don't want your ´Last Halloween trick or treating´going to waste do you?”

He offers me a hand and we get up off the bench.

¨Thanks Lincoln..¨

He pushes up his glasses. ¨No problem Ray.¨

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