↳Warning: Vulgar language, Slight Sexual Content
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(Y/N)'s POV
My fingertips tenderly grazed off her quivering shoulders, and my thumb slowly shifted to her puffy right cheek. I kept my movements soft and subtle to ensure her safe moment wasn't fractured. I carefully wiped her delicate cheek of the invading salt water, and peered into her emerald eyes as a caring sibling would. She was too precious of a friend to watch melt away because of some stupid, twicthy boy. I knew her heart wasn't strong enough to fight against Toby's reckless emotions- yet.
"Thank you, you're amazing (Y/N),"
Her words pierced my heart gracefully, making a warm shiver crawl up my spine. At times her words were pure and sent a perfect warmth to my heart. She truly was a beautiful soul, well to people she liked. It was hard to imagine Toby giving up such a wonder of a girl, especially with their long path of memories.
However, Toby shared an IQ with a brick. Even the brick was better at fighting.
Images of Clockwork's emotionally beaten exterior replayed in my mind as I walked towards the front of the mansion. There was a strange sensation lingering through my chest, taking me by surprise. The feeling was contradicting yet wrapped me in a welcoming blanket. I halted as my heart punched my ribs violently. I remained idle as my gaze peered towards the flat carpet, my eyes wide and my hand firmly taking a hold of the fabric over my heart.
This feeling was... happiness.
Why was I feeling this right now?
I closed my eyes for a brief second before my conscience drove me towards the tall oak doors. I loitered before the towering pieces of wood, only to plop down on the black, linen couch until the two brunettes made their arrival. Pure hell was floating in the air, and once Toby stepped foot in the manor, he was going to be engulfed within it.
It was going to suffocate him.
The soaring copper-coloured doors had finally crept open, resulting in my figure reaching towards the ceiling and planting my shoes firmly against the carpet. Fluffy brown curls peeked in, followed by a grayish hue of skin. His towering figure snuck through the crack, peering around until his empty sockets swiftly landed on me. His lips twisted into a smile once he saw me, waving lightly before his stomach rumbled hungrily.
Jack didn't have a chance to eat before he left.
I observed his lean figure advance closer towards mine, smiling lightly in his presence the closer he got. Yet, I couldn't help but shove my gaze past him.
Jack's presence was heavenly, although I was on another mission.
That coward better be coming soon.
"Wish to finish where we left off?" Jack queried, yet his voice trailed off to hesitation once he found my gaze had persisted past him. My eyes forced back towards him, nervously smiling while I scanned him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea.
"Sorry I... have to talk to Toby about something," I mumbled, gutting myself mentally as a grimace marked my features.
Now I was ditching Jack for that dim-wit. What has my life come to?
I reminded myself of the girl's emotional wounds that Toby had left, it was the only thing keeping me from wandering off with EJ.
The brunette's features remained stagnant after I revealed my plan, his expression almost told me to go. A part of me questioned why he was so nonchalant about the information, making me wonder if Jack genuinely liked me in the first place.
But did I sincerely like him?
Why did I feel relieved?
No, there was nobody else in this mansion that stole my breath away.
Nobody else that I would admit.
For a moment I stared deeply into Jack's black craters, wondering what was swarming around in his head. Maybe his jealousy didn't plant seeds of rage in his mind, or he understood my relationship with Toby. It was as though every feeling that stole my thought contradicted itself one way or another. Everything in my world was spinning, and I was getting dizzier. Every emotion caused it to crash and burn.
Suddenly the appearance of chestnut locks shuffled around in my rear vision, snapping my attention from the male's presence.
I gave the eyeless man a small nod before moving past his figure towards the jittery boy.
I was going to give him hell.
He couldn't nonchalantly steal a piece of someone's heart.
"Hey, twitchy! I have a bone to pick with you!" My figure marched angrily towards him, my fists involuntarily clenched watching his exposed face. How badly I wanted to punch it, however no pain would come to the boy.
How boring.
"I'm n-not in the mo-mood to ta-talk to a co-cow," He snarled, turning away from my frame to stroll to his room. My nose twitched slightly as I came to face the brunettes back, following his advancement towards his destination. If physical suffering demonstrated a lack of compassion, then mental torture would have to deal the most damage.
"Do you know how much you hurt Clocky?" I spat, glaring into his back while I followed him up the stairs. I wanted him to understand her pain. I wanted him to know what he did.
"Th-that's our bu-business. Do-don't *tic* be a no-nosy piece of sh-shit," He finally accomplished his goal of making it up the stairs, and soon after he proceeded to his room.
I kept hot on his trail, awaiting my answers to form harsh comebacks.
I understand that emotions weren't something to force, however his annoying entity needed to be humbled. I hated this boy.
He forced his door open, and wandered into his space. I wondered what could make him hurt his best friend so easily.
"She-" before I could finish my sentence he slammed the door as hard as he could into me, resulting in my forehead taking the blow. It dented the door slightly, yet all I could do was scuff and rub my heated forehead.
"Yo-you th-think I don't kn-know? She's my best fr-friend, *tic* I love her, plat-platonically," he titled his head over his shoulder to get a glimpse of me, taking off his hatchets and letting a loud thud vibrate through the floor on impact. His eyes held a hint of guilt as his body turned towards me. I was breaking through the facade Toby had put up, yet I desired for the entire thing to crumble. I wanted to expose Toby.
"I... just... like so-someone el-else. Get off my ca-case," His words seemed to ring through my skull. I recalled that night the brunette was hesitant to reveal his emotions towards Clockwork, however, I thought embarrassment was tainting his soul. That night I figured his words were false towards Clockwork, although the thought of another person in the picture didn't strike me as the actual issue.
It was just a hypothesis.
"Who in this mansion could you possibly like more than Clocky?" I was genuinely curious at this point. My expression must have twisted into my curiosity because Toby's had plunged into rage. I wondered what brought on such a vengeful rage. The piercing of the situation must have pushed him over the edge, crafting his personality into a beast in the blink of an eye. I desired to walk away and save myself from the injuries that could be forced upon me; yet, it wasn't in my character to back down.
"An ass-asshole that can't stay o-out of business," he spat lowly as he approached closer to my figure. I felt a fiery dangerousness lurking in the air as his steps drew closer towards me. My figure couldn't even step back as my pride kept me glued in place. I was setting my eyes upon danger, yet stayed in its company.
"An *tic* an annoying bi-bitch that can't do th-their job properly,"
"A pi-pig I want to slaughter," I froze as the last words slipped out of his throat, wanting so desperately to believe he felt these emotions towards someone else. Yet my heart stopped and almost flew away with anticipation. Once his figure towered over mine, his fingers lightly snatched and played with the ends of my (H/C) locks. He observed my widened eyes and examined my quivering lips. An earth shattering sensation rippled through my bones and sent a soft warmth up my spine. He slowly brought his thumb down to my lips and gently traced the delicate skin- cupping my face while he did so. His words pierced my heart yet his actions patched it up immediately after.
This feeling contradicted everything I felt towards Toby, yet his touch interfered with my clear thinking. Before I could pull my thoughts from the distant places of my imagination, his fingertips lightly grazed down my sides, leaving a tingling sensation trailing along after. His body remained still this time, not disturbing the moment with his quirks as they did last time. I felt a surge of helplessness yet a rush of warmth spread through my being and it left me limp. He forced me closer to him, causing my soul to melt like ice with his heat.
He slowly bent his head towards the tender flesh of my neck, and let his lips graze the delicate skin lightly.
"I wa-want to kiss you a-again," he whispered.
Another contradiction.
That confession sent tremors through my nerves. I couldn't help but feel dizzy while I peered into his eyes, watching as they dilated softly like it was the first time he was looking at me.
"Kiss me,"
What was this?
"I..." my voice trailed off as the rest of my words were lost against the gentle touch of his soft lips. His lips wanted more, and the gradual increase of intensity sent my world swaying lightly around my mind. It was intoxicating as he filled my lungs with his passion.
His lips passed on a nostalgic, deliciously sweet syrup taste to mine. His fingertips swiftly grazed up my sides sweetly and took a hold of the sides of my head. His pale fingers intertwined with the locks of my hair, almost massaging my scalp with the tips of his fingers. My own hands mimiced his, yet they wrapped his neck and forced him into a deeper kiss.
I hate him. I hate him so much. But I loved this exhilarating feeling. It turned me into an adrenaline junky, craving more of the fresh moment.
He forced himself back, idling his lips inches away from mine. His gaze hungrily stared into me, taking a piece of me in the process. This time he didn't hesitate to place his lips upon mine once again.
This time the kiss was rougher, yet passion still managed to seep through the cracks. He forcibly grabbed both my wrists and slammed them against the wall above me. A smirk formed ear to ear on his features, his eyes already held the script to his fantasy.
This bipolar asshole.
"Toby?"
A girl's voice suddenly broke the passionate moment. Toby pulled back with his eyes widened, yet his gaze still peered into me. Fear and anxiety took over his entity, I could feel it radiating on my skin.
He knew exactly who it was.
"Wait... what... is this?"
The girl I wanted to help, yet I dug her deeper into a pit of emptiness.
Clockwork.
I scanned Toby's brown wonders one last time, yet inbetween the aching and sadness...
He was smiling.
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