𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞. [elmo x reader]

CHAPTER TWO

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“be careful, you must. somewhere, somehow a stranger is always watching. always.”

── maybe y/n’s grandma was right, after all.

even if the teen couldn't see it or perceive it, a stranger was watching.

on the other side of the park a teen sat on a nearby bench, book in hand. his honey orbs scanned the teen’s figure as a sly smile tugged on his lips. the stranger was none other than elmo, a rather handsome and popular student from the nearby college. his glare shifted from y/n to the book he was holding. his hazel eyes scanned the words as he traced his finger along the thick spine of the book. consistently, from the same author.

the young male sighed grabbing his belongings in hand and taking steady strokes towards the direction of the other teen. a faint breeze swept by making him clutch the corners of his caramel coat tighter around his chest as continued taking small steps towards the teen who was too infiltrated in their reading to notice the presence of the other male.

“this is it” — he thought taking another step.

“this is the day where i-”

suddenly y/n stood up. they picked up their belongings and began walking away throwing their empty coffee in the trashcan next to a bench.

elmo signed ruffling his red locks into a poofy mess.

he looked back at the teen who figure became smaller as they walked away.

“maybe tomorrow”

he turned around and began walking away.

“yeah tomorrow” he reassured himself.

‹☕›

y/n sighed as they closed the door behind them.

their eyes traveled to the figure sitting on the couch, beer in hand. they bit their lip taking soft and quiet steps toward the stairs trying not to catch the man’s attention.

“your late”

the teen stiffed. “s-sorry...”

the man growled, “sorry my ass, get me another beer.”

quietly the teen obeyed and walked towards the kitchen opening the fridge that was almost broad empty if it wasn’t for the several boxes of beer and expired food inside it.

y/n handed the man his beer.

“anything else?”

“no”

y/n nodded walking up the stairs and closing the door behind them, later locking it. they never noticed that it had become a habit of them to lock the door even if their mom was home. maybe they thought that if they closed the door somehow the constant shouts of his dad toward their mom wouldn’t get through.

or maybe they were simply afraid of what could happen to them if they didn’t close it.