???? ?????, 2008
"Happy your-mom-pushed-you-through-her-vagina day to you!
happy your-mom-pushed-you-through-her-vagina-day to you!
Happy—"
"Shut up."
Ahhhh, yes.
It was the fine evening of _______.
In other words,
YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY WOOOOOO!
GO YOU!
now began the new era of a now twelve year old you.
Even though everyone
was trying their absolute best to make this an amazing day for you...
you didn't want it.
You didn't want to celebrate it.
You could've been god knows where sipping a martini and watching everyone cause chaos from a good thousand miles away but no.
Instead your here on earth praising the fine works of Richie fucking Tozier.
Lyra had non of it though.
When the beautiful word traveled around that you
were going to shove a machete up your birthday's ass...
she seemed to turn into fucking Maleficent and curse you with a
weird ass birthday instead.
Thus, shoving a candle in a piece of bread and singing the vagina
song.
You adjusted the hoodie
—that your dad sent to you
from god knows where
as a present—
around your waist.
It was... oversized...
to the point where it practically reached your knees.
He clearly didn't
know what size you are but, hey, the old man hasn't been in your life since you were five!
It was cool though,
being green with a blue hood and weird stripes on the sleeves.
"Kids, stay close together, we don't want no one gettin' into trouble."
Adam's drained-of-energy
voice called out from behind you.
The guy promised
that he would take all of you for an adventure into the woods.
Just coming out
of rehab and all that shit he promised that he wouldn't do
anything bad again and that he would try extra hard to be a 'cool dad.'
He looked like
literal death, not to mention.
Disheveled hair and a dead look in his dull, grey eyes.
Ha, like you believed the asshole...
but you were trying pretty hard to bite your tongue for Lyra and Toby's sake.
Speaking of Toby,
the kid was currently clinging to your arm like Jack from fucking titanic on the BIG ASS DOOR THAT COULD FIT THE BOTH OF THEM!!!
(You're an asshole, Rose...)
In all honesty, he was cutting off ALL
circulation to your arm.
"I d-d-d-don't think this is a g-g-good
idea."
He held on even tighter.
His eyes were as wide as a deer about to get it's soul ripped out of it's frail body.
You held back the urge to make a sarcastic remark and began to untie the sweater around your waist.
"If it helps, you can wear my sweater.
Sweaters always make me feel safe."
You smiled sweetly.
This kid is going to be the death of you. Literally.
Toby let go of you and backed away slowly.
"N-n-no... I c-c-can't."
"Of course you can!
Trust me, it'll look better on you than it does on me."
You stretched out your arm and wiggled it around.
He hesitantly took the sweater from your hands, putting it over his head and wiggling his way through it.
Not gonna lie, it looked like a dress on him.
"It looks great on you, kid!
Bet you're going to get all the ladies with it when you grow into it."
You wink playfully, throwing finger guns his way.
Toby could feel his cheeks heat up.
"I c-can keep it?"
He looked like a child on Christmas morning.
Screw your birthday, to him it felt like his.
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फैनफिक्शनHey guys, I'm continuing this story on my second account so do not worry, this is not discontinued the next chapters are just on a separate account. They're all on: @definitelynotMIRROR "Fuck you!" You were literally on the verge of tears, the d...
