Butterflies//ray x reader

「8」Make Your Move, Mama

02/25/21
I've had this draft since the beginning of the freaking month😭 I'm sorry I didn't finish it fast enough!

The bells of Grace Field House rung and the sound filled the halls.

"Hey (Y/n)! Get up! We're making toy rabbits later remember?" Phil shook me awake, continuing to remind me about the rabbits.

My eyes cracked open, blinded by the light coming in from the window.

"That's right, the rabbits..." I muttered, sitting up.

Phil did an adorable little dance in the middle of the room out of excitement. The kids laughed, and Phil kept on wiggling his small body. I sensed the presence of someone coming down the hall, and looked at the doorway.

"Morning Chouchou, sleep well?" It was Ray, and I couldn't tell it he slept well or if he didn't sleep well. It was hard to tell from his hair.

"Mm..I guess. How about you?"

"Yeah same. Anyways, we should go downstairs for breakfast."
I agreed, and hopped out of bed.

"Come on-"
I cut Ray off by grabbing his hand and sprinting down the hall, to the stairs.

"(Y/N) SLOW DOWN!" He cries out in pure fear.

"Heheh..." I snicker with a sinister grin plastered onto my face.

All was going well, until we reached the stairs.

"SLOW DOWN!" Ray yells once more, before losing balance and falling down the stairs.

We tumbled down the wooden stairs and crashed into the wall at the bottom of the first set of stairs.

"I-I'm sorry (Y/n), are you okay?"

My back ached, as well did my arms and butt. It felt like, well, falling down the stairs with extra weight pushing you.

"Yeah I'm fine, are you okay Ray?"

He made an "ok" sign with his fingers and I sighed in relief.

"Here, let me help you up." Ray lend out his hand to me, which I gladly accepted.

"Thanks Ray, I really appreciate it. Oh and, after breakfast can I ask you something? Sorry to be blunt about the question, I've just been thinking about it for a while."

"Sure, let's talk by the river."

With that, we headed down to breakfast where we enjoyed a meal prepared by Norman and Emma.

Happy chattering filled the room, as well as the giggles of the children.

"So, you wanted to talk by the river?" Emma asked Ray, which he nodded to.

"Mhm. Norman, you should be there too. (Y/n) and I...we wanna talk about what happen that night."

Emma and Norman froze in their place, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"W-what..? What do y-you mean Ray? We're not hiding anything!" Emma insisted.

"He never said that you were, only that we wanted to talk!" I grin, noticing Mama's stare from across the room.

Ray took notice of my actions, and spoke.

"Just meet us by the river."

We continue eating, but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at me.

Every second that passed, the stare felt more intense.

This naturally concerned me, no one in this room could possibly have a glare this menacing.

"Hey Ray! Gimme your hand!" I exclaimed, happily. He extended his hand, and I grabbed it.

With my index finger, I wrote something on his hand, and he responded with a gasp and concerned expression.

Ray looked up at me, a cold sweat trickling down his face. His look, it was as if he was asking if I was serious. I nodded.

"Damn already?" He cursed quietly.

I think...that I'm screwed. Mama most likely understands that I know, based on that stare. Come to think of it, she's been acting rather strange around me ever since yesterday.

"Heh...you're being too obvious you sorry excuse for a mother." I muttered.

"(Y/n) stop talking!" Ray says in an aggressive whisper.

"She'll only confirm her suspicions!"

I smile, not really worrying about that.

"As long as no one else is suspected, nothing will go wrong. It's all according to my plan." An evil smirk spreads across my face.

"Come on, make your move Mama. This is war."