Bad Boys, Pure Hearts

Tree Branch

Tubbo pov:

I don't know what I expected from a bad boy bikers house, but it certainly wasn't a three story high building which resembled a mansion.

"You live here?!" I exclaimed as he drove past the gates and parked next to a few other motorcycles, each with there own unique style

"Well I spend more time away from it than I do inside it but it is my place of residence" Ranboo smiled back, it was a half hearted smile I could tell, but I didn't want to pry

"Follow me" he said as we walked past the front door and down the side of the building, we got to a rather large tree
He began climbing the log onto a brach which led to an open window.
I looked at the tree and began following in Ranboo's footsteps, but I couldn't reach.

I tried jumping to reach the small branch that acted as a handle but it was no use, out of the corner of my eye I saw Ranboo staring at me, my face immediately flushed red

"It's not funny" I groaned

"It's kinda funny" Ranboo snickered

"No it's not" i grunted

"Do you need a hand?" Ranboo offered

"No! I can make it" I shouted taking a breath and then one large leap "YES!" I celebrated but then the branch snapped and I fell back to the floor with a loud thud

I refused to open my eyes since I heard Ranboo in absolute and complete hysterics.

I opened my eyes, sat up slightly and crossed my arms
"That hurt you know!" I huffed

Ranboo dropped from the tree and landed just behind me "I'm gonna help you out" he smiled and the smile itself made me feel warm and took all the pain I was feeling away

"No don't" I retorted crawling away

"Tough" Ranboo replied grabbing me and lifting me up
My body forced itself to let out a noise that could only be described as a disgruntled cat, he moved me to one of his arms and threw me over his shoulder gently, then returned to climbing.

We got to the top branch and he placed me down gently so I was strong across from the window.
"Just nudge yourself along, don't worry the branch can hold my weight so you'll be ok" Ranboo assured, giving me a soft push.
I trusted Ranboo so I moved forward, inch by inch. Even though the branch dipped ever so slightly, it felt sturdy enough for me to pick up my pace, and so I did.

Before I knew it I was on the edge of the windowsill, I turned back to Ranboo and silently asked if I should go inside.
To which he nodded

As I stepped in, I looked around the room, it was dim but covered in posters.
Posters of different bands, people and a few popular places
A common theme was queen and Freddie Mercury. I smiled, I loved queen. The best band of all time in my opinion

After around 10 seconds or so Ranboo stepped inside aswell

"Welcome to my room"