𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 {𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙣

Tim crouched beside my bed with a sigh, I smiled softly at him "Thank you.." He shook his head "Just go to sleep." He stood back up and covered me, I grabbed his hand and looked up at him "Will you stay..?" I waited for him to respond and he simply nodded before sitting down beside the bed. Tim wasn't a very nice man normally, he was blunt, rude, sarcastic, stubborn, strict, rough and very straightforward, but he had his moments where he was surprisingly kind and gentle, I enjoyed his company nonetheless

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I woke up and yawned rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked over at my bedside table to see Tim leaning against it fast asleep, I imagined it couldn't be too comfortable so I tapped his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, he groaned and opened his before looking up at me, I simply smiled down at him "Maybe you should lay somewhere else? I can't imagine you're very comfortable right there." He chuckled before cracking his neck "I've slept against trees before, I'm fine." He replied before stretching and popping his back

I mentally smacked myself as I remembered that fact "Still." I stood up and stretched with a sigh, he chuckled again and stood up before crossing his arms and looking down at me. I smiled at him before making my downstairs to make something to eat for breakfast. I shuffled to the kitchen and Tim followed behind me, I turned towards him as a thought popped into my head "Hey, do you wanna bake some cookies?" I smiled widely waiting for him to respond. he shrugged "Sure."

I cheered before rushing to the cabinets to grab the stuff I need, then I grabbed milk, butter and eggs from the fridge. I set everything on the island and looked over at Tim with a proud smile, he snorted and preheated the oven before stepping beside me, placing a hand on my head. I giggled and emptied the mix into a big bowl, I cracked a couple eggs into the bowl and put some milk in along some butter. Tim took the bowl and mixed the contents for me, I watched him, my grin never wavering

He finished and placed the bowl down. I got out a cookie sheet and sprayed it with cooking spray, then we carefully placed small balls of cookie dough on the cookie sheet and I placed it in the oven. I hopped up onto the island and looked over at Tim, he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. I yawned and stretched, Tim looked over at me "How are you still tired?" I stuck my tongue out "I'm always tired, hush."

Finally the cookies were done, I took them out of the oven and placed the cookie sheet on top of the stove. Tim patted my my head "They smell good." I giggled and looked up at him, I'd felt happier in this moment than I think I ever had in my life. My earlier years in life were filled with pain, suffering and constant sadness. My teen years weren't any better, people always made fun of me for never smiling or tried they to be friends with me out of pity. My early adult years were filled with constant stress and I always overworked myself

I was gonna be turning 22 soon and I wasn't excited at all, I never had good birthdays. Something bad always happened on my birthday, Not to mention I always spent my birthdays alone. The memories of my lonely birthdays spent alone made my happy mood turn sad. I looked away from Tim and down at the cookies, no one had ever genuinely tried to stick with me before. Even Pam only stuck with me out of pity, though she'd never admit it I knew it was true

Tim was the first person to ever stick with me because they found me interesting. I could feel tears well up, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to keep them from falling. I hated everything in my life, I hated how lonely I'd been the entirety of it. I felt Tim place his hand on my back and I jumped slightly, he tilted his head to the side a bit and looked down at me with concern "You ok?" I simply nodded in response, not wanting him to worry. He hummed skeptically before nodding "Alright.."

I put everything away and we got a cup of milk each, we also grabbed some cookies before making our way to the living room. We sat down together and put on a movie, the movie quickly became background noise as Tim and I talked and laughed. I realized Tim had been my first genuine friend, that realization made me happy, it made me feel good. I was happy I'd met Tim, and I didn't care anymore if he was a murderer or not, I just cared that I wasn't alone anymore