Bad Boys, Pure Hearts

Swing Sets

Tubbo pov:

Feeling the wind moving through my ear at what must've been faster than 40 miles an hour was an experience I always thought I'd be to scared to attempt.

But here I was, sitting infront of a random biker named Ranboo, driving and weaving through traffic.

We came to a stop as the traffic lights shone red
"So mr smith... where to?" Ranboo asked, revving his engine slightly waiting for the light to change

"Huh?" I shrieked, his voice made me jump ever so slightly

"Where are we going short sprout, you live in this town" Ranboo chuckled

I tried not to dwell on all the possible places we could go, I only thought of my house, but I couldn't go there with ranboo.
So instead I told him the closest place I could think of "there's an old park next to a cliff down that street" I said, almost like a whisper

"Sounds good" Ranboo said, I could hear a tint of a mischief laced in his voice before the light turned green and the bike shot off, I lifted from the front after the bike popped a wheelie for a second or two, then Ranboo turned down the street I pointed out and headed towards the park.

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Ranboo parked up his bike, turning off his engine and heading to the park, I stayed on the bike slightly longer, almost too afraid to actually step off.

I took a deep breath but as I turned to get off the bike I saw Ranboo had turned and held out his hand
I stared at it before actually reaching out to grab it, Ranboo simply rolled his eyes
"It's only because I don't want you to knock him over"

"Him?" I asked

"Yeah him. My bikes not just a bike, it means a lot to me"

Once I got off the bike I wanted to make a comment but before I could he had turned around and finally sat down on one of the swings on the park.
I watched as he reached for something in his leather jacket, within an inside pocket.
He pulled out some papers and placed something inside before rolling it.

I gradually stepped closer to Ranboo. Sitting down on a swing next to him.
Once I sat down he light the rolled up piece of paper and placed it on his lips, taking in a breath only to hold it for a few seconds and then release it into the air.
He placed his head back to soak in the feeling.

He moved the roll to me offering it
"Want some?" He asked

I quickly leaned back, shaking my head and arms in front of me
"N-no I don't do that"

"Aww is mr goody two shoes, too afraid to get high" he mocked

I opened my mouth to speak but Ranboo interrupted me

"Afraid that the great green is going to ruin your perfect GPA" he giggled

"No" I whispered

"Lemme guess, you're a mammas boy aswell" he lightly punched at my arm but it still stung

"I- loo- no!" I growled

"Oh my god! You are! You're such a mammas boy" he laughed hysterically now.

"It's really not that funny" i deadpanned

"Fuck me! You're lucky your cute because the bullies would eat you alive at my old place" Ranboo wheezed

"C-cute?" I asked, trying not to take note of the fact Ranboo had another 3 hits of his blunt whilst he laughed

"I- no I didn't mean cute I was just- short . I meant you're short... and it's objectively seen as a cute attribute according to the societal norms created by the upper class and perpetuated onto the proletariats"

I had to blink and stay silent to REALLY understand what he was saying
"That was... wow" I whispered

"Not a fan of education, doesn't mean I'm not smart" Ranboo smiled then winked at me.

Caissons me to feel something I've never felt before