21. KAWAII

Fangs had a dentist appointment so I had to be the one bringing T to school. Joe had taken the liberty of replacing my car tires. He was too good.

I parked a few blocks away so I wouldn't feel so embarrassed. T was walking a few feet ahead of me. It was an interesting experience walking behind him when he looked so stupid. It felt like a 3rd person game. And.. yes, I was staring at his ass the whole time.

"Fag!" Some old man yelled from across the street.

T pretended not to hear him. Another dude standing in an alley whistled at him. "Bring that sweet ass over here," He said.

Jesus Christ it was like we were in fucking GTA and he was some kind of streetwalker.

Thank God we made it to school without anyone jumping him.

When he came in, everyone stared. Literally, everyone. Even the girls who were usually obsessing about his 'cool looks' looked a little apprehensive on this one. Perhaps they felt threatened. He beat them all in cuteness and hotness with ease.

I mean.. If you're gay.

Our first class was English. I was kind of dreading the moment my friends saw him. And when we walked in they did exactly what I thought they would.

"What the actual fuck?!"

"Nah, bro! How fucking gay does it get!"

"That's disgusting!"

Each of them had something rude to say. Timothy just ignored them and sat on the opposite side of the class.

They were all laughing at him now.

"Dude, he looks fucking stupid. It's honestly repulsive."

I hated it. I couldn't handle them talking about him like that. T pretended to be unbothered but come on! He's human! That had to hurt! Sure, I made fun of him all the time but that was all out of love!

"Wearing pink and shit? Nah, bro." They went on.

"Ay!" Dave smacked my arm. "Say something, man!"

I peered at Timothy. He had headphones in and was staring out the window.

"When you look up fag in the dictionary you get a picture of him." I said. It sounded lame as fuck but the guys all laughed.

Our teacher came in shortly after. I hoped that was the end of it but throughout the entire class they kept throwing crumpled up paper at him. I felt really bad but what could I do? If I said anything they'd crown me his ass-mate and I just didn't deserve that. I wasn't the one walking around looking like a fucking twelve year old cheerleader.

✪

My friends were inside during lunch so I went outside to the emos. I figured if anyone asked I'd just say I was doing an assignment with T and that's why I was there. The truth is, I didn't wanna sit with my friends. They were boring and made me feel like shit somehow. So emo freaks it is.

Fangs was back from the dentist. And no, they hadn't fixed his fangs.

"Oh my God, baby, you look so cute!" He squealed when Timothy came up to him.

I was getting nauseous.

"You've never worn that before! It looks so fucking good!" He spun T around and looked at every inch of his body. T just kind of giggled nervously. They sat in their usual formation where Fangs was in the grass and T on his lap. He was caressing all over T's leg.

It wasn't long before they began fucking- I mean sucking faces.

"PDA much?" I said.

"Oh, God. What do you want?" Charlie whined.

"To keep my lunch down."

I joined the emos in the grass. They all looked at me weird except for Allie who slapped my shoulder and smiled.

"How's it feel being a laughing stock?" I asked T.

"It's not that bad." Timothy smiled. Happy, as if nothing happened. How did he do it?

Fangs kissed Timothy again. It was fucking vile.

Charlie attempted to whisper this but 1. He's a giant, his whispers are normal people's screams and 2. He's an imbecile.

"When you dress so cute you kind of remind me how cute you look without clothes." He laughed.

Ugh! I'm actually gonna throw up.

Hey, T, got some razors? I could use them now so I can DIE.

Timothy blushed and looked very embarrassed.

Allie slapped Charlie on the forehead. "Stop embarrassing him! We're at school! Rein it in!"

"Oh, come on! If you had a hot boyfriend like him you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself either, Allie."

"Still I wouldn't say stuff like that out loud for everyone to hear!"

"It's not nice to listen to other people's conversations, Allison."

"You know what?" She flicked her nail against Charlie's forehead.

"OW!"

T laughed and I admit, so did I. They were a lively bunch. Even when I didn't say anything I liked just looking at them. The funny thing is, for a bunch of emos they all seemed so happy. Much happier than I was.

I looked up from my thoughts and Timothy was watching me. "You okay?" He mouthed.

He was too nice. He actually cared about me. I nodded.

✪

As expected T lasted the whole day in his stupid getup so when we sat in the car he had an evil smile on his face.

"None of your clothes fit me so whatever your plan is, it won't work." I started the car.

"That's why we're going shopping." He grinned.

"What?! NO! That was not the deal!"

"Come on, I get the rest of the day, remember?"

"Timothy," I was starting to beg.

T shook his head. "Can't worm your way out of this. I want you in a skirt."

"A SKIRT?!"

T laughed.

"This is so unfair. Where do you even buy that shit?"

"Time for your first trip to Cool Topic."

"Fuck me !!!" I screamed.

We arrived at the mall ten minutes later and I was dragging my feet.

"Please! I'll do anything!"

"It's not so bad, Josh. They're just clothes."

"Everyone will see me look like a fucking joke!"

"You'll be fine. None of your friends go to Cool Topic anyway."

The automatic doors opened up and we walked into the shiny, light blue mall. I rarely ever came here. This place was for girls and gays. It was very pretty though. There were lots of plants and even a fountain at the center of the mall. Towards the end of the first floor we found Cool Topic. The faggiest store imaginable.

I stopped and sulked.

T stood in front of me. "Scared?" He smiled.

God, he had a good smile. How frustrating. I grabbed his face.

"No." I said, looking into his sparkly blue eyes.

He pushed my hand away. "So what's the problem?"

"If being gay is a disease then this place is the breeding ground. When I walk out of here I'll practically be a fruitcake."

"Guess your heterosexuality isn't as strong as you thought." T shrugged and walked towards the store.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Timothy. I'm straight as fuck." I followed him.

It was completely black inside. I could see a bunch of goths and emos trying shit on.

T picked up a neon pink poof skirt and some skull necklaces, a bunch of hair accessories and some all stars.

"Try it on." He said, shoving the pile of garbage in my arms.

"What?! Here?!"

"Yep. No one will judge you, I promise."

"I'm not putting this stupid clown shit-"

I was getting weird looks from the weirdos. Maybe being normal was seen as weird here. Fucking freaks.

"Fine!" I snapped. I disappeared into a black dressing room.

I could hear T humming outside.

"Does it fit?" He asked.

"Wanna come check?" I said sarcastically.

I pulled the skirt over my jeans and put on all 10 bracelets. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a joke.

"You better get in here cause I'm not coming out looking like this."

T opened the curtain and smiled when he saw me. He soon began to laugh.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." I pulled him into the dressing room and closed the curtain.

He kept eyeing me up and down.

"This is priceless." He took out his phone.

"Hey! No pictures!"

"Oh, come on! I won fair and square!"

"I don't give a fuck! You're not documenting this forever!" I shoved T's phone in his pants.

"Fine. Then you have to walk all around the mall in this outfit."

"WHAT? Hell no!"

"You lost, Josh! Now, what will it be? Pic or walk of shame?"

I huffed angrily and gave in.

"Hmm.." T looked at me. "Just a sec."

He went out of the dressing room and soon came back in with a tiny stuffed animal in his hand. It was a lilac purple-black bunny with crosses for eyes and pins and other emo shit all over. He shoved it into my palm. "Perfect."

"Fucking shoot me. Please."

T chuckled and grabbed his phone. "Ready?"

"Shut the fuck up and take the fucking picture, freak!" I snapped.

T laughed and shot a few.

"Alright, enough!" I threw the stuffed animal aside and ripped off the skirt

"Fucking ridiculous, stupid.." I grumbled.

"For the record, I thought you looked great." Timothy said.

I glared at him before slamming him into the wall. I held my hand on his chest, close to his neck.

"If you show that picture to anyone, anyone at all, I will kill you. Got that?"

T didn't look scared at all. Just a little surprised. He soon smiled again.

"Did you hear me?!" I pressed on his chest.

"Oh, I heard you loud and clear."

"Then why are you smiling? This is a death threat!"

"Really?" T looked surprised again.

"Yes, obviously!"

"Oh. Well I wasn't gonna show anyone anyway."

I let him go. "Good."

"I was just gonna hang it up in my room somewhere. Maybe put it in a nice pink frame-"

I pushed him into the wall again. "Dude-"

Someone opened the curtain. "Is everything okay in here?" The store clerk asked.

T smiled. "Yes, we're fine."

He wasn't the least bit afraid of me. What the hell was wrong with him?

✪

We ended up leaving the store with three bags. T had done some rigorous shopping and now we were walking the last bit home. It was cold outside and it made Timothy's nose red. He looked like a snow angel. Or rather, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

He was struggling with the three bags. So weak.

"Give me that!" I snapped and took the bags from his hands. These bags weren't heavy at all!

"Sissy." I said under my breath.

"Thanks." T smiled at me, ignoring my rude comment. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I could tell I was getting red.

"Shut the fuck up." I stared across the street.

T chuckled happily and unlocked the door.

"Hey kids!" Joe greeted us.

"Hey dad."

"Yo." I said.

"You guys went shopping?" Joe smiled at us. He looked happy to see us together.

"Yeah, we did. Guess what Josh tried on today?"

"Shut up, Timothy!"

He laughed and Joe looked amused.

"I have a picture but I promised I wouldn't show anyone."

"Oh, come on! I'm your old man, you can show me!"

"Hell no!" I said. "Not a soul!"

T pouted and Joe sighed. "I'll figure it out at some point."

"No, you won't. Anyway, what's for dinner?" I sat on the couch.

"Duck with greens."

"Nom."

"I'm gonna go put away my stuff." T said and dragged his three bags up the stairs. I shook my head.

"He's such a girl."

"He's happy." Joe smiled. "It's good to see you guys together."

I didn't like the way that sounded.

"Hey, don't get any ideas!"

"No, I'm not! I just.. I think you make great friends."

Pff. He wasn't my friend. Just my pet/ project. But I couldn't tell Joe all that.

"So Josh, Timothy's birthday is next week and he really wants to throw a party. One without a 'lame dad' looking over his shoulder." Joe rolled his eyes. "Now, I'm all for celebration but I'd like to have a house by the end of it,"

"You want me to babysit." I concluded.

"Would you mind?"

I sighed. It could be fun. It's a good add-on to my research. I've already seen 'emos in their downtime', now I could see 'emos at a party'. I'd never get a chance to study my lab rat like this again.

Still, you gotta take what you can get.

"Do I get extra meat if I do?"

"Deal." Joe shook my hand.

"Deal."

A/N

T's birthday celebrations are coming up next! A very important time in the story ;3

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