"H-how do you know where I live?" You asked franticly "That doesn't matter right now does it?" Balloon Boy asked. He walked towards you and draped his arm around your shoulders.
"Oh and you know that tablet you use at work (y/n)?" He asked. "Yeah, I do, why?" You asked cautiously. "You really need to clear your browsing history~" He said teasingly.
Your face went red in embarrassment. "Don't look through my stuff!" You yelled. You shoved him to the ground in embarrassment-fueled anger.
He stared up at you blankly before a large wicked smile creped across his face. "Help! I have fallen and can't get up!" He yelled in mock panic.
"Oh for the love of-" you were cut off by balloon boy pulling you down from his spot on the floor. You rubbed your shoulder where you had fallen. "What the hell was that for?" You asked angrily.
"For this~" He rolled over so that he was on top of you before leaning down to peck you softly on the lips. "W-wha, PERVERT!" You yelled. You curled your hand into a fist and slammed it into his face. He put his hand to his cheek in shock, rubbing gently.
"B-but I thought-" He stopped mid-sentence as something tapped his shoulder. He turned his head slowly to be met with the enraged face of your father.
"She said stop." Your father said angrily. Balloon Boy's went pale as he stared at your father. "T-this isn't what it looks like!" He said fearfully.
"And I guess you're just pinning her down because you were wrestling!" Your father yelled, his voice a mixture of anger and sarcasm.
"Uhhm…I can explain this." Balloon Boy said. He stood up, straightening his shirt. "Ya see-" "YOUR GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN PUNK!" Your father yelled.
Balloon Boy backed away fearfully. "I-I, uh, can explain everything!" He stuttered. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY DAUGHTER?"
~~ ~~~~~~~le time skip of 30 minutes of pain ~~~~~~~
"A-are you ok?" you asked. There was no reply. You gingerly reached out to touch his shoulder. "Billy, talk to m-" You were cut off by Balloon boy yelling. "FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID FAMILY!"
He slapped your hand away harshly. You pulled your hand to your chest in shock. Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes as you stared at him.
Balloon Boy's eyes widened in realization. "Oh…(y/n) I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear!" He said franticly. He reached out to pull you into a hug but you moved back.
"Get out." you said quietly. "W-what? What do you mean?" He asked. "I swear I didn't me- "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU STUPID BRAT!" You yelled angrily.
"B-but (y/n)…" He trailed off. "I SAID GET OUT!" You yelled again. You shoved his chest, sending him to the ground. He glared at you. "WHAT THE FUCK?" He stood up quickly. Without another word you began roughly shoving him out of the door.
He growled angrily. "Technically it's an apartment!" Balloon Boy yelled angrily, stomping back to the pizzeria. "AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!" You yelled before slamming the door.