An before we get started: this is just a place where I'll post random shit from the Home folder in my Fanfiction folder in my Documents folder on my computer. If people are actually interested in them I'll see what I can do, yes? I won't promise anything, though I'll do my best. Cheers!
Tip was having a bad day. It wasn't that anything bad was happening, mind you, but the moment she opened her eyes this morning it had sparked through her like electricity. This is not my day.
Then there were the signs, if you believed in these things (She didn't). She'd spilled salt at breakfast. She had to rush under a ladder on her way to school. The neighbors black cat had crossed the road, stopped, stared at her and meowed before disappearing.
Her English novel got a four minus, and with six as the best and one as the worst Tip wasn't really happy about that.
These didn't matter, not really.
But then there'd been Oh. Pure, innocent Oh with his irritating –but cute- way of talking.
And Jesus, here, barricaded in her own room, Tip realized that God damn, but was it cliché.
He'd just been standing there, in the entrance to the school with the sunset behind him, but he was smiling and his blue, gorgeous eyes were sparkling with happiness. Tip's breath had caught in her throat and she'd made a choking sound as her heart sped up at the image.
It's just Oh, get a grip, she'd told herself. But 'just Oh' wasn't… just Oh anymore.
And Tip had no idea how, where or when it had happened.
Fuck, she'd thought before throwing herself into the Slushious, refusing to speak to the Boov, rushing into her apartment and barricading her door. Oh was sitting outside, she knew this, but she'd asked him quietly to give me some time Oh I'll come out soon just give me some time to think.
He did.
It wasn't helping, not at all.
Fuck, she thought again, and buried her face in her hands.