This chapter has no TW's btw guys!! ALSO!! Just know that I will never put smut or nsfw stuff in my fanfics or oneshots, and if there's anything sensitive that I'll be writing about in ANYTHING I will put a TW for it. HAPPY READING GUYS!! (Constructive criticism is highly appreciated btw!)
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Two sat upon the soft, cushiony pink sofa, tapping their foot rhythmically while listening to the hubbub of the mall. The steady hum of distant conversations and the shuffle of footsteps around them provided a background to their thoughts. They weren't really looking for anything in particular—just a brief break from the chaos.
It wasn't long before someone else plopped down beside them on the couch. Startled, Two glanced over to find a girl with short, messy, periwinkle hair and a wide, genuine smile that seemed to light up her face. She was dressed casually, but there was something striking about her presence.
"Hey," she said, giving Two a discreet wave. "This seat taken?"
Two blinked, a bit thrown off guard by the sudden company, but they couldn't help but return a small smile. "Nah, it's all yours."
The girl settled in, pulling her legs up on the couch beside her, giving Two a quick glance before looking forward again. "Nice to meet you. I'm Gaty."
"Two," they replied, feeling a little more comfortable now. "I don't usually hang out in places like this, but sometimes you just need a moment to breathe."
Gaty chuckled, her smile widening. "I get that. Mall crowds can be overwhelming." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "So, what brings you to this hell-hole today? Need to 'escape', too?"
Two shrugged, the corners of their lips twitching upward. "Yeah, something like that. Just wanted to be somewhere... else for a bit, honestly."
There was a pause, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Gaty was relaxed, not the kind of person to fill every space with words, but her presence was easy to be around. After a few seconds, she glanced down at her arms—prosthetics that looked sleek and modern, the metal seamlessly integrating with the natural lines of her body.
"You like them?" Gaty asked, noticing Two's lingering gaze.
Two blinked for a moment before smiling genuinely. "Yeah, I do. They're really cool—super sleek. You're making those look easy to wear. Honestly, I didn't even realize they were prosthetics at first. Just... well-designed."
Gaty grinned, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Thanks! I've had them for a while now. It took some getting used to, but now they're just part of me. People don't really notice unless they look closely." She glanced down at them with a fond expression. "Plus, they help me do all sorts of things. Not gonna lie, they're pretty awesome."
"Definitely," Two agreed, feeling impressed. "I love how unique they are. You've got this whole... vibe going on with them."
Gaty laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "Glad you think so."
There was a moment of quiet, but this time it felt less awkward and more like a comfortable lull between two people who were slowly starting to understand each other.
"Do you mind if I—" Two started, fumbling for their phone in their pocket. "I mean, if you want to, we could swap numbers? You seem pretty chill, and I don't know, I'm kinda liking this... talk."
Gaty raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a playful grin. "Of course. I'm down."
They exchanged phones and quickly punched in their information, hands brushing lightly as they returned the devices.
"Maybe we could hang out again sometime," Gaty said, her tone casual but the hint of something deeper lingering underneath. "I promise, I don't bite. Unless you're into that, of course."
Two chuckled, amused, and a small blush crept onto their light-green cheeks. "No, no don't worry, I'm not too fond of that stuff."
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Two let out a long, drawn-out sigh as they fumbled for their car keys in the pocket of their hoodie. The air was crisp, the evening settling in as the sun dipped below the horizon. They unlocked their car with a soft click and slid into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of old coffee and mint from an air freshener filling their nostrils.
Driving home was an automatic process—one foot on the gas, the other on the brake, hands steering with practiced ease. Their mind, however, wasn't on the road. It kept drifting back to the moment they'd spent with Gaty. Her smile. The way she talked, like she had all the time in the world for them. The way her eyes sparkled with something deeper, something that felt real.
Pulling into their driveway, Two's house stood quiet, nestled in a small neighborhood that always felt like a cozy little secret. The exterior was simple—a weathered brick house, a few patches of ivy creeping up one wall, and a slanted roof that looked like it had seen better days. The lawn was overgrown, and the flower beds were scattered with weeds, but that was part of the charm. Inside, the space was their own: mismatched furniture, an old couch that creaked when they sat down, and walls covered in posters, some old and some recent, all different hues of faded colors.
They trudged through the front door and tossed their keys into the dish on the entry table before kicking off their shoes. The house was quiet. Empty, except for the hum of the fridge and the soft buzz of the overhead lights.
They slid their phone out of their pocket, a sudden thought flashing through their mind. Gaty.
Two stared at the contact they'd saved in their phone—just "Gaty," no last name, no extra details. They smiled a little to themselves and, almost absentmindedly, opened messages. They didn't know why, but something about the idea of texting her seemed right, felt good.
Hey, it's Two.
They hit send, before adding a second message quickly:
Thanks for chatting earlier. Had a good time.
It was simple, but as the message sent, Two found themselves holding their breath, waiting for a reply. The phone buzzed in their hand after what felt like an eternity.
Anytime! I'm glad you had fun. Wanna hang out soon?
Two's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just the text; it was her—the warmth in her words, the ease with which she made them feel like they mattered. They grinned, feeling that flutter in their chest again, the one they couldn't ignore.
For sure. I'd like that.
The conversation flowed effortlessly from there, each message building on the last, like a dance that they both knew so well without having to try. Gaty's humor, her slight sarcasm, the way she made Two laugh even when they weren't sure why—it was magnetic. Soon enough, the messages became less formal, more playful, and a little more personal.
Two had always been guarded, especially when it came to letting people in. But something about Gaty felt different. Maybe it was the way she spoke to them like they were already someone worth knowing, someone worth spending time with. She wasn't just kind; she was genuine. She didn't try to be anyone else but herself, and that made Two feel comfortable in their own skin. The more they talked to her, the more they realized they were falling for her, bit by bit, moment by moment.
You've got a good laugh, by the way, Gaty had texted after a particularly bad joke Two made.
Two smiled at the screen. Oh thanks! I think I sound kinda stupid when I laugh lol.
They tossed their phone on the couch beside them and leaned back, the weight of the day easing off their shoulders. They knew they were in deep already. They could feel it, a quiet, slow burn deep in their chest. They couldn't deny it anymore—this was something special.
Two yawned, rubbing their eyes before stretching out on the couch. The exhaustion from the long day finally caught up to them, and they slid under the blanket, phone still buzzing occasionally beside them. But they were too tired to respond. Sleep came quickly, a welcome escape from the heavy thoughts swirling in their mind.
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The next morning, Two woke to the sound of their alarm blaring. The usual grogginess filled their body, but there was something different today. A faint excitement simmered beneath the surface, as if the day ahead would bring something new, something good. They shook the sleep from their eyes, grabbed their phone, and smiled at the message from Gaty that had come in late the night before.
Good morning! I hope you got some rest after yesterday!
Two couldn't help but smile back as they quickly typed a reply.
Good morning! Yeah, I slept like a rock. How about you?
They read the response as they shuffled into the bathroom to get ready for work. The familiar routine of getting dressed, tying their apron, and brushing their teeth felt almost automatic. As a baker at a small local cafe, the job was never glamorous, but it was reliable. Two had worked there for over a year, rising before dawn to prepare fresh pastries and bread for the early morning crowd. The smell of flour and yeast was comforting in its own way, and the rhythmic kneading of dough always helped to clear their mind.
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The morning passed in a blur. Kneading, shaping, baking. They didn't mind the repetitive motions—they were soothing in a way. But as the cafe filled with the usual customers, the familiar faces and dull conversations, Two couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for something more. They loved their job, but it was... predictable. Safe, even. The only excitement came from the occasional new recipe they'd experiment with or a rare, deep conversation with a customer. But those moments were few and far between.
The idea of something more, something new, lingered in their mind, though. Something that made their heart race, that made them feel alive. Something like... Gaty.
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Two sat on their break in the tiny employee lounge, the worn-out couch sagging beneath them as they stared at their phone. They took a sip from the cup of tea in their hand and scrolled through their messages.
Gaty had replied.
I'm doing good. Just got up. I'm already planning my day... I should probably make breakfast, but I can't say no to some 4&X's.
Two smiled at the message, leaning back against the couch. Same here. I usually just grab something quick at the cafe. I've already had WAY too much tea today.
There was a pause before Gaty responded.
Too much tea? Is that even a thing? :]
Two laughed softly, fingers tapping against the phone's cracked screen. Probably not, honestly. But I'm not trying to sugar crash halfway through my shift, so I gotta pace myself.
The conversation flowed easily, as it always did. They talked about random things: what they liked to do on their days off, their favorite foods, what they'd been watching recently. And then, after a few minutes, the topic shifted.
Hey, random question, Gaty texted. Do you live near uh... Yoyle Park?
Two's fingers paused over the keys, a little surprised. Yeah, actually. I live pretty close by. Why?
Gaty's reply came quickly. No way! I live pretty close too. We should hang out there tonight if you're free. Maybe grab some takeout or just walk around.
Two's heart skipped a beat. The idea of hanging out in person, seeing Gaty again, felt... right. It wasn't just a fleeting thought; it felt like something that was meant to happen.
That sounds awesome, they typed back, smiling at the screen. I'm definitely down. What time works for you?
Gaty's response came almost instantly. How about 7? I can grab some food, and we can just hang out. Get to know each other more outside of text. :3
Two could practically hear the playful tone through the words. Their heart was racing, fingers dancing over the keys in excitement. 7 works for me. I'll see you then. ^^
They set the phone down, feeling a rush of anticipation in their chest. As they walked back into the kitchen to prepare the next batch of pastries, the rhythmic motions felt different today. The thought of seeing Gaty tonight made their heart flutter, like there was a quiet excitement buzzing just beneath the surface.
It was something about Gaty—something about the way she made Two feel seen, heard, and understood. They had only just met, but it felt like this could be the start of something big. Something real.
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Two sat on a weathered bench in the center of Yoyle Park, their fingers tapping nervously on the edges of their phone. The evening air was cool, a light breeze rustling through the trees overhead, but the warmth in their chest made the chill bearable. They checked their watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes, glancing down the path leading to the park entrance. It was still a few minutes before 7 p.m., but they couldn't help it—anticipation was gnawing at them, an electric current running through their veins.
Why am I so nervous? They thought, fidgeting with the strap of their hoodie. This wasn't a first date. Hell, they weren't even sure what this was yet—just two people meeting up, right? But the way Gaty had made them feel over the past two of days, the way their conversations had flowed so effortlessly... it was different from anything else.
They tried to keep their mind busy, distracting themselves by people-watching, observing the joggers running by and the kids kicking soccer balls near the playground. The park felt peaceful, serene in the twilight, and the soft murmur of life around them only heightened their awareness of the moment. A car drove past, its headlights flashing in the distance, and Two's heart gave a little jolt. Could it be her?
But no, it wasn't.
They let out a long breath, running a hand through their hair. Calm down, Two. She'll be here soon. Just breathe. The words of reassurance did little to ease the butterflies flapping around in their stomach, but they said them anyway, trying to calm their nerves.
The park, usually so familiar, now felt a little different. Each creaking of the bench beneath them seemed louder than usual. The soft rustling of the leaves felt like whispers in the air, as if nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation. There was a part of them that was almost afraid—afraid that this would somehow go wrong, that maybe it was all just a fleeting connection that was never meant to be more than a moment in time. But another part of them couldn't stop thinking about how easy it had been with Gaty, how easy it felt just to be with her.
This is real, Two thought, squeezing their phone a little too tightly. This is real. We're going to have a good time. It's going to be fine.
Still, they checked their watch again. Only a couple of minutes had passed. How much longer?
As if the universe was answering, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the path. Two's breath caught in their throat. There she was—Gaty. She was walking toward them, a soft smile on her lips, her eyes scanning the park until they landed on Two.
Gaty waved, and just like that, Two felt the knot in their chest loosen. They stood up to meet her, their legs suddenly feeling lighter, like they could float across the grass. Gaty looked just as relaxed as she had earlier in their texts, casual yet confident, a warm presence in the cool evening air.
"Hey," Gaty greeted, her voice soft but lively. "Sorry I'm late. Got a little caught up."
"No problem," Two said, their words coming out a little too quickly. "I was just... I don't know, a little excited to see you."
Gaty raised an eyebrow, that playful glint returning to her eyes. "Yeah? Well, I hope I don't disappoint." She took a step closer, settling beside them on the bench.
Two laughed, the sound surprising them. "You won't. Trust me."
They sat there for a moment, the conversation easy, picking up where they had left off through texts. It was a little strange, sitting side by side like this in person, but it was also exactly what they needed. The park felt like the perfect backdrop, quiet but alive with the hum of distant conversations and the evening breeze.
As the night went on, the two wandered around the park, talking about everything and nothing. They made jokes, shared random stories about their childhood, and marveled at the stars beginning to poke through the night sky. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their voices and the occasional laughter that bubbled between them. For the first time in a while, Two felt like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.
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That night, when Two finally got home, they tossed their keys onto the counter, the weight of the day lifting off their shoulders in a way it hadn't in months. The stillness of the house felt different too—warmer, somehow. They kicked off their shoes and wandered to the couch, sinking into the cushions as they pulled out their phone to text Gaty one last time.
Thanks for tonight. It was perfect. I had a really good time.
It didn't take long for her to reply.
Me too. You're really easy to talk to. I'm glad we did this.
Two smiled, a feeling they hadn't experienced in so long swelling in their chest. They set their phone down, a deep sigh slipping from their lips as they leaned back on the couch. Their mind drifted back to the evening, to the way Gaty had smiled at them when their eyes met, the way they had laughed together, the way everything had felt so... right.
As they lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, Two's thoughts kept returning to the same place. Wow. I haven't felt this happy in... I don't even KNOW how long.
There was something undeniably comforting about how effortless it all felt. They didn't need to pretend or put up walls around Gaty—she saw them, really saw them, and still stuck around. It wasn't just that she accepted them, but she made them feel important in a way they hadn't felt in years.
Two smiled softly to themselves, closing their eyes as sleep began to take over.
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Dang guys Two is down bad
TYSM FOR READING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF BROKEN FREQUENCIES!! I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING IT ^^