Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

I'm not your friend - Patton & Felix

A little silence drifted by. "How?" Felix murmured.

Patton looked up. "Huh?" He responded, clueless.

"How are you so nice to me?"

This caught Patton off guard. He shrugged his shoulders a little, smiling. "Everyone deserves kindness, Felix!"

"But not me! You really are an idiot, aren't you? If you act this way you'll be pushed aside your whole life! People will walk over you like you're nothing!" Felix angrily yelled out once he finished, and suddenly the darkness changed to light, and Patton was sitting in a blindingly white room. Covering his eyes, he rubbed and squinted, shuffling back when he noticed someone standing in front of him.

"F...Felix?" Patton whispered, gaping. The boy in front of him was nothing like Patton imagined. He - weirdly - wore an entire black suit, with short black hair at the sides, and long on top, skin a deathly pale, and eyes burning red. He yanked Patton up off the floor harshly, looking furious. Patton froze up in his grip, staring with eyes filled with fear. Had he pushed the line? Was Felix about to hurt him like his father?

"I would never hurt you, Patton" Felix murmured and let go. "Physically, anyway" he added under his breath. "You're not dying. Not under my watch. I'm about to show those bastards in school what happens when they bully what only I'm allowed to bully" he clicked his fingers and instantly they were in the real world again. Patton abruptly sat up in his bed, for a split second actually imagining Felix was real. He shook his head and sighed into his hands, flinching when his door burst open, and his dad stumbled inside. No. No. Not again. Please not aga-

"Lay another finger on Patton and I will cut each of them off individually, shoving half down your throat and the other up your ass until they meet" the low, demonic voice of Felix growled out into Patton'a father's ear. The man's breath hitched as he fell back into the wall, frightened eyes wildly searching from where the voice came from, but he couldn't see whoever it could be anywhere. Shaken up, he left, completely forgetting about Patton.

The door shut, and Patton gripped his blanket tightly. "F-Felix?" He whispered, whimpering when the bed dipped. "Hey, it's me, cry baby" Felix muttered and Patton instantly relaxed, blindly reaching for the boy who sighed and held his hand. "Thank you" Patton whispered, cuddling up into Felix's side, but the boy pushed him away, leaning against the headboard, Patton between him and the wall. "Don't touch me. Just go to sleep" Felix demanded, waving him off.

Patton nodded and obeyed, shuffling under the blankets, curled up against the pillow. But, he didn't oblige to Felix's rules. Slowly, minute after minute, he inched closer and closer until his head touched Felix's thigh. "Patton" he growled lowly. "Please.." Patton whispered, nudging closer into it. "You don't have to do anything..."

Felix sighed again, snarled something incoherent and grabbed Patton roughly, pulling him against his body and holding him there tightly. "There" Felix muttered, "sleep"

Patton smiled and chuckled lightly, snuggling into Felix's rather warm body. "Goodnight, Felix"

"Shut up"

The next day; the schedule changed. In the morning, he woke up alone, and suspected what happened was all a dream, but when he breathed the small of bacon, eggs and chips his mouth watered and instantaneously he knew Felix was cooking. Sitting up, he stretched, yawned and hobbled down the staircase, glancing at the driveway to see his father had left for work. Smiling, he entered the kitchen and noticed Felix sitting at the counter on one of the barstools, eating the breakfast he made with an extra plate beside him.

"Wanna drink?" Patton offered, noticing he didn't have one. Felix looked up from chewing his bacon, and in that moment, Patton thought he looked adorable attractive. "Orange juice" Felix muttered, ripping into his bacon once again. Patton hummed in amusement and poured two glasses, moving a barstool opposite and sitting down, eating his breakfast hurriedly, knowing he didn't have much time.