Hey everyone, this is a Snot and Sandy chapter, cause I just really missed writing their story. Hope you like it, I will have more Jack and Hiccup coming up of course.
Sandy sighed as she continued packing. Her parents were almost devastated that she was moving out, but she was ready for a change. She was tired of being babied and treated like a dimwit when she wasn't. Her parents were great and granted not paying rent was a plus, but when her deaf friends offered her a room in their house for cheap, she couldn't pass it up. It would feel like a college experience and she would get to see Snot more often since he was planning on living in the same area nearby. She knew he was dealing with a lot at home. He avoided his father as much as possible as he too began his process of moving.
As much as she wanted to, she was actually glad he hadn't introduced her to him. He was very up front with her about the violence his father had put him through and still did and therefore, he did not want her in that environment scaring her. It made her question Snot and if he would be the same way, but because he never laid a hand on her, she trusted him. Besides, he admitted how violent he used to be but had put it all behind him and put it towards police training instead. She was proud of how far he'd come. And hey, with him, she felt very protected. It was nice.
She smiled thinking about how excited he was when he told her he was getting his own place. He'd saved up money from his job at the bicycle store he worked at and managed to find a small one room apartment. He'd considered a roommate with a two bedroom, but he really just wanted to be on his own. He'd even offered to let her live with him, but she wasn't ready for that yet.
She looked around to make sure she'd gotten all of her books when she heard her phone vibrate. As usual, the feeling of panic and anxiety set in as she heard it. She walked around a row of boxes scattered in her room and found her nightstand where her phone was plugged in. She swallowed and looked at the screen quickly. Her stomach sank as the number she'd unfortunately committed to memory came flashing up. She opened her phone to receive what Damien had texted her: Who was that boy you with at fair?
She shook a little and then erased his message. Jack had told her to save the messages and keep them as documentation for his harassment, but for some reason they were just too scary and she couldn't stand the thought of having them saved in her phone.
She put her phone down and went back to packing, fixing her ponytail in the process. Once she'd determined she was finally all done packing, the next step would be enlisting Snot to help her move her things to her new house tomorrow. She had asked Jack if he could help out, but he had a class to attend when she was making the official move.
Her phone vibrated again and she closed her eyes for patience, praying it was a friend and not a foe. God was not listening it seemed as Damien texted her again: I don't like who you are with.
She deleted it quickly and then decided to take a shower to get her mind off of everything. She'd be glad to move soon, considering Damien didn't know that.
She knew she should just change her number again, but she didn't want Snot getting suspicious. She'd lied before and told him she'd changed it because she was getting spam. But to change it again after so little time would be asking for a real explanation. She trusted Snot, but she just didn't want him to get upset and feel the need to protect her all the time. Her parents did that to her enough and no offense to Jack but he was also doing the same and for once in her life she just wanted to feel independent enough to take care of herself.
She considered blocking his number but that would mean he would find another means of coming after her and that thought scared her even more. She groaned as all the negativity started making her stomach hurt.
Before she managed to even get out of her room though, she heard her phone vibrate once again and she knew who it would be from. Because she didn't feel like getting out of the shower to see what it said, she quickly grabbed it and flipped it open: Answer me. I miss you.
She rolled her eyes and deleted it. Damn, why did she give out her private number at her work? She'd enjoyed her peace and now…
She grabbed her towel and stormed to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn't run into her parents who would simply be begging her to stay because she was a 'fragile' and 'sensitive' girl who shouldn't be out in the world on her own.
She huffed and turned on the steaming water, relieved for a moment of not thinking. She turned on her shower radio to listen to her favorite station that usually involved country. She didn't consider herself a country girl by any means, but the songs were soothing to her and the southern drawl always felt welcoming in some way. One of her dreams was to visit the Deep South and explore the culture there. She'd heard so many cool stories and superstitions that she longed for the experience. Jack had even joked to her about it one time, saying she'd take on a southern sign language or something if she did. She rolled her eyes thinking about it, but wondering if that did indeed happen.
She shrugged and forced herself to turn the water off and get ready for bed. She had a big day tomorrow and couldn't wait. Her new life would begin. No more being doted on and treated like she was crippled. Oh no, she was ready to finally become her own person.
…..
Snot yawned as he drove. He'd managed to fit most of Sandy's things into both their cars and now they were off to her new home. He grumbled remembering how her parents simply ignored them, going off to work instead. He wondered if they somehow blamed him for Sandy moving out. But to be honest, they never really liked him anyways. He had tried to make a good impression, but in the end, he was convinced that these were the kind of people who felt no one was good enough for their daughter who was obviously too special needs. But at least they treated their daughter nicely. It beat getting smacked around and told what a loser you were at his house. Needless to say, they were ready to move out.
He parked his car next to hers in the driveway. Two of the roommates were gone, but one had stayed to give her the keys and help her out. Snot had already met the girls. Two had boyfriends and the other had a girlfriend, so they were cool about significant others coming by. Each had their own room in the old fashioned house. One of the girls who'd bought it originally from the owners had fixed up the basement so she had her own space downstairs and she ended up just renting out the other rooms to her friends who needed it.
Snot immediately got to work bringing boxes in while her friend Shauna helped him out. Sandy was beginning to organize things so they could make more room. It didn't take as long as Snot thought it would, but he was sweating pretty heavily by the end of it. Shauna had gotten out some lemonade and while he began helping Sandy unpack, he was downing glass after glass happily.
He found her bed and was about to collapse onto it when she waved her hands and narrowed her eyes, grinning and scrunching her nose, "YOU SWEATY, GROSS."
He grinned back and rolled off onto the floor to collapse. That earned a silent giggle from the girl.
She was putting books onto her bookshelf Shauna had helped put together for her when he heard her phone vibrate. He saw it above his head and reached for it. He brought it down and saw a number instead of a name.
"Hey Sandy," he said to her, "You got a text from somebody."
She turned quickly, her eyes wide and held out her hand hastily. He thought it was sort of odd, but was feeling playful and began teasing her, "Oh?" he raised his eyebrows, "Someone I should know about? Hm?"
She shook her head frantically, rushing towards him.
He held it away and continued laughing as he rolled away, "Come and get it!" he teased.
"FUNNY NOT!" she signed angrily and he sighed as he flipped it open and actually read what it said.
His eyes narrowed suddenly, his stomach actually dropping: You a bitch! Answer me! I find you and him and show him I love you more.
Snot stared at Sandy and stood up. Her eyes were wide and she looked angrily at Snot but also with a hint of fear in her eyes.
"What the hell?" he muttered, looking at the number, "Is this a wrong number or something?"
She put her head down and hugged her arms to her chest, shaking her head.
"Who is this?" Snot demanded to know.
She kept her eyes downcast, looking almost hopeless.
Snot felt his chest sink even lower; who was this guy?
"EX-BOYFRIEND." She signed slowly, still refusing to meet his eyes.
He then got angry, but more at the ass hole who was sending her these kinds of texts, "How long has he been sending you this crap?"
She sighed and then answered him, "MONTHS PAST."
He closed his eyes and then took a breath, walking towards her carefully, "Sandy…"
She finally looked up, close to tears at this point. He finally stood very close to her and put his hands on her arms gently, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"ME SCARED." She admitted as tears poured from her eyes.
"Well, yeah, this is scary. Why haven't you gone to the police? Have you saved any of his messages or anything? What about blocking his number?"
She shook her head quickly, waving her hand in her face.
He almost rolled his eyes, "Sandy, this is wrong and it shouldn't be happening. Have you asked him to stop?"
She nodded quickly, "MANY, MANY."
"And he just keeps texting you? Has he also confronted you in public anywhere? Or at home? Work?"
She wiped her eyes and nodded, "FEW PAST."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I take it he knows about me."
She nodded, "ME SEE HIM, PAST FAIR. HE SEE YOU."
Snot nodded and then pulled her in for a hug, "It's okay, Sandy."
Her eyes widened when she looked up at him, "YOU MAD NOT?"
"Oh no, I'm mad." He admitted, "But not at you. I know you're probably just scared."
She nodded a little and then pushed him away quickly, "ME TAKE CARE-OF SELF, STRONG. ME NO BABY!"
He chuckled a little, "I never said you were, but this isn't just something you can deal with on your own. Just like I needed Hiccup to help me when I had…you know…hurt myself. Or when I called you when I just needed to get away from my dad."
Sandy had to admit that it made sense coming from Snot when he put it that way. He had a point; there were just some things you couldn't do on your own and to be quite honest, she was simply tired of it all.
"I'm also taking a stabbing guess in the dark here," Snot said as well, "But I take it this is the real reason you changed your number last spring?"
She couldn't help but grin weakly at that as she nodded.
He smiled and pulled her in for another hug, this time she hugged him back.
"Does anybody else know?"
She nodded and signed, "JACK."
"That's all? What did he say?" Snot asked her.
She shrugged and then looked at him sheepishly, "GO-TO POLICE."
This time he did roll his eyes at her.
"SORRY." She signed.
He smiled at her, "We'll take care of it, and I won't let him hurt you."
She smiled as he pushed a strand of her blonde hair from her eyes.
"HE NO HURT…JUST…MEAN."
"Just because he never hurt you doesn't mean he can't." Snot admitted, "Which is why we're saving his texts and then going to the police tomorrow."
Sandy's eyes widened and she shook her head.
He nodded firmly, "We're going. In fact I know someone who can help."
Her face paled, "NO! ME LOOK WEAK. HE NOT HURT, NO REASON."
He shook his head, "You can make a report without it doing any damage to you or him. The first step is giving them information. They'll document it and have it on hand in case he bothers you again. If he does, you call and they talk to him. If he bothers you again, they actually take action. It's just so they'll respond quicker. They won't think badly of you, I promise."
She rubbed her arms uncomfortably and he took her hands to hold them, "I promise, I'll be with you and it'll be okay."
She bit her lip and looked up at him. This boy had saved her life before; of course she could trust him. She finally nodded and he smiled at her, "How about we finish some of this and then I take you out to dinner?"
She smiled and nodded.
He bent down and kissed her, his thumb finding her cheek to rub against it softly.
For being such a tough guy, Snot sure knew how to be gentle with her and she liked that about him, she always had. He really was what they called a diamond in the rough.
….
Snot was still reeling from what he'd learned. It made him want to just find this creep and run him into the ground. He was also still hurt by the fact that Sandy had never told him and was probably never going to. It was just dumb luck he'd been teasing her. He rubbed his eyes and prayed he got home before his dad did, because he was in the mood to kill.
He was almost done packing. By the end of the week he'd be moving into his new place and be given his keys. But for now, it was just preparation to move.
He pulled up the drive and groaned when he saw his dad's car. He just decided to run upstairs and barricade his door.
He walked into the house and charged upstairs before he could even glance around. The sooner he was in his room packing the better.
He was relieved to hear his father in the master bathroom as he passed the room. He quickly walked into his room that literally looked like a warzone. He decided to finally start taping up things tonight and then finish with disassembling some of his furniture tomorrow.
He heard thunder outside and realized it must be raining. He'd nearly forgotten they were supposed to get scattered thunderstorms throughout the week. He sure hoped moving day would be clear.
He was just getting into packing when his door burst open suddenly. He almost jumped a foot in the air when he turned. He glared at his dad, who looked around the room angrily.
"Can I help you?" Snot asked him with contempt.
"Don't you use that tone with me, boy. You're still in my house." His dad said angrily.
Snot rolled his eyes, "Not for long, thank God."
"What?" his dad roared.
"Whatever. What do you want?" Snot asked again.
His dad leaned against the doorframe, "You need to take care of this shit soon, it's a fucking mess."
"Yeah, well, excuse me while I finish packing." Snot said, choosing to ignore his dad.
"You're gonna end up on the streets you know." His dad laughed and Snot knew his dad had obviously had a sucky day at work and was taking it out on him like he always did.
"Dad…get the fuck out of my room." Snot finally said, going back to his packing.
"The fuck you say?"
"I said Get. The Fuck. Out." Snot repeated with venom.
His dad came in then, looking threatening.
"Not scared anymore Dad." Snot informed him, "You've had your glory days but now they're over."
His dad came in front of Snot, who was now forced to stand up and face his father.
"You think you're so tough? All cause you have a little girlfriend?" he laughed, "That little slut can do better if you ask-OOMPH!"
Snot's dad didn't get a chance to say another word as Snot rammed him against the wall of his room, tugging on his dad's shirt collar, "You don't get to say SHIT about her!" Snot yelled angrily, "EVER."
His dad shoved him away and then before he could even react, his dad drew back his fist and punched Snot right in the eye. Snot, from training he'd learned, couldn't hold back as he punched his father in the chest, right where he knew it would take the breath from him.
His dad coughed and fell to the ground, cursing.
Snot didn't waste time as he grabbed his phone and keys, running down the stairs and out of his house.
He could hear his dad roaring and throwing things around as he did.
"NEVER FUCKING COME BACK!" His dad yelled, "Or I'm calling the cops!"
"Fine by me!" Snot yelled as he shut the door, "Enjoy being lonely and pathetic the rest of your life you pig!"
He got into his car and sped off, not sure which direction he was going in, but not really caring either.
He finally parked his car on the side of the road to take a breath. He put his head on the steering wheel to calm his aching skull, which for some odd reason hurt less than his now swollen eye.
He finally reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He wanted to call Hiccup, but he knew he was away at college. Instinctively, he simply texted Sandy: Hey babe, I sort of had a bad fight with my dad, is it okay if I stay with you tonight? I can use a couch or something.
He put his phone down and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, annoyed that now he had to deal with his swelling eye.
He immediately got a text back: Come over. You okay?
He put his car into drive and then managed to make it to her place in one piece. He ran through the pouring rain to her porch and knocked quickly.
He could see her figure through the window coming down the stairs and then rushing to open the door.
She was smiling when he first saw her, but her face drastically changed when she saw his swollen eye.
She gaped at him as he grinned like a doofus, waving his hand.
She ushered him inside and then began demanding him to tell her what happened as she led him to the kitchen.
He decided to keep his story low key so as not to upset her, "In a nutshell, my dad was being my dad and he socked my eye so I socked him in the lungs and he basically told me to never come back. End of story." He muttered.
Sandy shook her head sadly as she found some frozen peas. She immediately put them on his eye and he winced a little.
She sat down on the table as he sat and helped hold it there for him, both of them silent.
After a while she figured it had been on his face long enough. She threw it back in the freezer and then turned to him, "YOU NEED CLOTHES?"
He shrugged, "I kinda don't have any right now…I'll have to get my stuff tomorrow while he's working."
She nodded and then led him upstairs.
"I can use the couch." He told her, but she shook her head.
He shrugged as she led him to her room. He smiled as he looked around. She must have been busy since most of her room was in fair order now. Shoot she hadn't even changed from earlier.
"YOU SIT, WAIT." She instructed. He sat on the bed and watched her leave the room. Seconds later she came back with a few towels. He took them from her and she showed him the bathroom down the hall.
He decided it was probably a good idea to clean himself off at least. He'd steal some mouthwash while he was at it too.
He walked back to her room, shirtless this time, considering his shirt was actually soaked.
She'd obviously changed while he was in the bathroom and wore the cutest pink short pajama shorts with a baggy t-shirt. He thought it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.
"ME WASH CLOTHES." She signed to him as she collected a few of her clothes and then reached out for his shirt. She eyed his pants and raised her eyebrows in question. He knew what she was asking.
"All I have on underneath are my boxers…" he admitted.
She shrugged, "DON'T CARE."
He chuckled and then took them off, realizing that his boxers weren't even that short really and they were fairly baggy, like swim trunks really, and she'd seen him in those.
She walked out and he heard her leave. He could see she'd made her bed and laughed a little when he noticed the quilt was a floral pattern. He looked around and could see pictures already up of the two of them. He finally sat on the bed, his hand going to his eye. He knew hitting his dad back was a bad idea, but they both knew that neither would go to the police about it, considering Snot had the obvious injury and his dad's reputation was at stake.
He sighed and finally lay down on the bed when he heard the door close shut. Sandy stood there smiling at him warmly. He smiled back, "Thanks for letting me stay."
She nodded and then turned off the lights, crawling into the bed. He moved the covers up and crawled in as well. Now that he thought about it, this was their first time sleeping in the same bed.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked her.
She nodded, "ME TRUST YOU. YOU SLEEP NEED."
He smiled and reached out his hand under the covers, hoping to find her arm. He was relieved when she reached out for his hand as well, squeezing it tightly. She scooted across the bed and finally came closer to him. He situated himself better so he could hold her. He loved holding her this way, it always felt good to just rest his head on top of hers, play with her hair, caress her back while she was able to just hide her face from the world and seek solace in him. It felt as though he were protecting her and he liked that feeling.
Tonight seemed a little different, but maybe it was because tonight they were alone together, sleeping with one another. Snot decided he didn't care so long as he was holding Sandy.
She lifted her head up and he bent his head down to catch her lips with his. He meant for it to be a quick kiss, but it seemed Sandy wanted a little more, which was nice because he wanted it too. Her hand held his chest, warming him on contact. He found his opportunity when she opened her mouth for him so he dipped his tongue to make contact with hers. He could actually feel her sigh and that motivated him to keep going. He longed to close his eyes, but he'd grown accustomed to keeping his eyes open for her. Because she couldn't speak, he had no way of knowing through sound what it was she liked and didn't like. Therefore he had to rely on his sense of touch and sight. If she didn't want something, he'd know it by looking at her. He massaged her head gently, entwining some of her hair in his fingers. He could feel her hand exploring his chest as the kiss grew deeper and he reached his other arm around to hug her closer to him. He suddenly realized what a dumb idea that was when her eyes widened. She could feel his growing erection.
He broke from her and apologized breathlessly. She bit her lips and then took his hand from around her waist and suddenly brought it to her chest. He could feel her heartbeat through her shirt, could feel how fast it was pumping. He wondered why she'd put his hand there when she met his eyes and then nodded, smiling as though trying to convey without words what she was doing.
He looked at her and then down at his hand on her heart and realized she was actually comparing their feelings. She was just as aroused and excited as he was; only she didn't exactly have a member to show for it, so she used her heart.
He smiled when it clicked and found her hand to put on his heart. They were beating in sync, just as fast, just as hard, and just as intense.
He looked her in the eyes and frowned when she opened her mouth and seemed to force herself to do something. He could hear the back of her throat making a breathy yet almost audibly cracking sound.
"What-?" he asked.
Her tongue came to the roof of her mouth and then her lips made an O shape. After that her bottom teeth hit her top lips, and then she screwed her face up, pursing her open lips and still making a strange sound in the back of her throat.
He stared at her as she kept doing that for a bit, then he tried making the same motions with his face only with sounds.
"Ah-A-I-I!" he started, "L-Lo-Lov-Love. Ooh…U…You. I love you." He paused when he said it and she smiled at him, nodding.
She mouthed it one last time, "I. Love. You."
He finally smiled and brought her to him, hugging her close, "I love you too, Sandy."
He could feel her breathing softly and didn't know if he'd ever felt so alive and happy in his entire life. He couldn't remember anyone ever telling him that they loved him. And the fact that Sandy didn't just sign it to him, made him realize how much she truly meant what she said. It was the greatest feeling in the world, a feeling he never knew he could experience.
He took her face in his hands and smiled down at her. She beamed up at him.
"Remind me to thank Hiccup on bended knee when I see him again." He told her, and then brought her in for one more kiss.
A/N: For anyone who is being stalked or knows someone in this situation, what Snot told Sandy to do when going to the police is true. The same thing unfortunately happened to me and I was so nervous about going, but I felt ten times better getting help. So please, don't feel embarrassed if you feel threatened in any way. No one should ever have to feel scared of receiving texts, calls, or a person bothering them. Go to the police and they will make a paper trail and it will help in the future should something happen. Even if you don't go to the police, don't be scared to at least talk to someone about it.