HELLO EVERYONE! YAY! FINALLY IT'S ALMOST WEEKEND! THIS WEEK WENT REALLY LONG FOR ME.
SO, ON WITH THE FIC!
It was really dark outside the Granger dojo. Street lights shone and lit the dark corners of the alleyways, flickering once in a while. Shadows danced along the bushes that grew by the sides of the road, and it was so silent, you could almost hear your blood coursing through the veins.
At this deathly quiet atmosphere, light footsteps echoed down the road. The figure tried not to make any sounds, as it made its way to the Granger dojo.
It seemed as if the only thing alive in the dead of the night was that single person. Not there was a single soul to accompany the person. Still, the figure walked on.
As it passed a corner, brown hair of the person could be seen. There was a piece of paper in their hand. The figure stopped at the door.
'Is it okay to knock or ring the doorbell? Or should I use the back door?' The person seemed to think over it for a while, and then turned to use the back door.
Once inside, the figure made it's way upstairs to Tyson's bedroom. It paused in the doorway, considering switching on the lights.
With a shake of the head, the person decided against it and closed the door. "Tyson," the figure whispered. "Tyson, wake up." The person shook Tyson's sleeping form.
"Five more minutes, grandpa. I'll wake up soon." Tyson attempted to get back to sleep.
"Tyson, wake up!" The person whispered, a lot louder this time, and violently shook the boy.
"What time is it? Am I late for school again? Oh no, I'll get detention again!" Tyson paused in his crazy antics when he saw the clock. "Two in the morning?!" That's when he noticed the stranger in the room.
"Wha..? Hey! Who are you!?" Tyson sat up in his bed in a defensive position. "Shhh!"
There was just enough light coming from the window for the person's face to be seen. "Hils? What are you doing here?"
Hilary stood up. "Can't sleep?" Tyson asked. Hilary shook her head. "Take this," Hilary whispered, handing Tyson the paper.
"What's this?"
"Math paper."
Tyson scoffed. "Why would I want to see your paper? You must have got the highest after Kenny."
"It's your paper, dumbass."
Tyson's eyes widened and a smile crept on his face as he read. "Did you see that, Hils? I got 43/100!"
"You think that is a good score!?"
"Ha, I actually passed. Isn't that wonderful?"
Hilary opened her mouth to speak, but Tyson didn't let her. "And why are you here? Shouldn't you be sleeping at home? Go home, Hilary, and let me sleep!"
Tyson, in one swift movement, swept Hilary off her feet, carried her downstairs, and ran back upstairs. Within no time, he started snoring and resumed his wonderful dream... about Hilary.
Downstairs, Hilary blinked as she registered what happened. "I didn't come to show you the paper. I came to say," She paused. "I came to tell you that I love you, Tyson Granger. Why else would I come at two in the morning?"
FIN.
I'VE RECENTLY LOVING TYHIL, SO THIS WAS MY FIRST TYHIL ONESHOT (and second romance attempt, though this one's better than that)
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