More Than Enemies [Slow Updates]

8

"The fuck is this?" Tommy asked, picking up yet another random item.

Ranboo glanced at what the Brit had picked up this time.

"Parsley."

Tommy gave him a blank look.

 "It's a type of seasoning," Ranboo said. "Put it back, we have some at home."

Tommy's lips moved silently, mocking Ranboo as he set the container back on the shelf. He then must've seen something else because he ran away from Ranboo. Ranboo sighed as Tommy disappeared around the corner.

"Why are you such a child," Ranboo muttered.

He kept going, assuming since Tommy was almost an adult that he could be by himself for a while. Plus, Ranboo really didn't want to chase after him again. What was supposed to be a quick shopping trip had already taken over half an hour.

"You cook?" A familiar voice asked.

Ranboo turned to see a small, brown-haired girl around his own age. She wore a short miniskirt and a pink crop top that could have passed for a bathing suit top if it was any shorter.

"Yep," was his only reply. He had to deal with her at school, he really didn't want to have to deal with her now.

"I like a guy who can cook," she purred, her eyes sweeping up and down.

"So do I," Ranboo deadpanned.

She didn't get it.

"What about a girl that can cook?" She asked, taking a step closer.

Ranboo shrugged.

"Nope. Guys that can cook are attractive. Girls aren't."

She frowned, seemingly confused by his choice of words.

"What do you like from a girl?" She asked, the honey gone from her voice.

"Distance."

And then he walked away.

God, these people need to learn to take a hint.

Ranboo shook away the encounter. He had stuff to do, and he wasn't about to let some prep take his focus.

He grabbed the chicken from the meat aisle and shoved it into the cart. He checked it off his list then opened Clay's text to see what his brother had wanted:

"Hey, Mark, can you pick us up some eggs? We're out."

Ranboo frowned. He could have sworn that he had seen a carton of eggs in the fridge when he went to get the chicken. Maybe he had emptied it and just forgot to take it out of the fridge. He'd done that before. With multiple things, not just eggs.

He wandered the aisles until he found the eggs. Grabbing a carton and making sure they were not broken, he set them in the cart and pulled his phone out of his pocket again. He made sure he had everything he needed and then proceeded to the self-checkout. The machine made a beep every time he scanned an item.

"Insert cash or select payment type." The machine hummed.

Ranboo snorted, the Tik Tok audio playing through his head. He paid and the A.I. thanked him for shopping. He grabbed the bags, put up his cart, and headed out to his car.

He started to load the groceries, an itch at the back of his mind. He looked over his list again, double checking that he hadn't forgotten anything. Everything was there. Maybe he was just overthinking.

He reached for the door handle, a glint of light reflecting off the surface of the blue car and blinding him for a moment.

Ranboo froze.

"TOMMY—"

Time skip~

"You fucking prick! I can't believe you almost forgot me!"

Ranboo laughed awkwardly, glancing at Tommy who now sat beside him in the passenger seat of the car.

"Sorry about that. My memory isn't the best," Ranboo apologized.

Tommy looked at him with a baffled expression.

"How do you forget that you took someone with you?!" The blonde shouted.

Ranboo' head sunk into his shoulders, embarrassed.

"I-I don't know! I normally go alone! Stop yelling at me!"

Tommy tossed an exasperated hand up in the air.

"I was literally with you the whole time except for, like, five minutes."

Ranboo just shrugged and focused back on driving. He wasn't about to explain all the shit that had happened to him to someone who hated him. He hadn't even told Purpled all of it yet.

They pulled into the garage of the house and went back inside, opening the door to find their brothers huddled by the door staring at them.

"Oh good, we thought you two killed each other or something," Wilbur said, relief evident in his voice.

The others nodded, agreeing with Wilbur's statement and solace.

"Yeah no we're fine, Ranboo just almost left me at the store is all," Tommy said, folding his arms across his chest.

Ranboo rolled his eyes.

"The key word is 'almost'. I didn't forget you."

Tommy turned to Ranboo and gasped, placing a hand on his chest in a display of dramaticized offence.

"How could you forget about me, boo boy?"

Ranboo chuckled, not caring to hide his blushing, and he saw Tommy smile as he dropped his act.

"So... you guys are getting along..." Techno muttered.

Tommy's smile dropped and he turned around to face his brother.

"Don't even pretend like we are being remotely friendly to each other," Tommy snapped. "I hate him and he hates me. End of story."

Tommy then stormed off, leaving Ranboo with the others.

"What even—"

"Don't ask, 'cause I don't know," Ranboo interrupted.

There was a silence that followed, too many differing vibes for Ranboo to pinpoint what they were thinking. So he simply sighed and shook his head.

"Well I'm going to go make food now. Chicken curry."

Wilbur and Techno smiled.

"You know us too well, Ranboo," Wilbur said, ruffling Ranboo's hair.

Ranboo smiled.

Techno and Wilbur were almost like his second set of brothers. They both treated him like a little sibling and he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them. And when it was a group of the twins, Clay, and George, it was like quality time with family, something Ranboo had never had the chance to experience... But he knew his dad would be proud of him.

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Is it currently 2 in the morning? Yes. Did I start this at midnight? Also yes. Is this the fastest I have ever written something? Yes again. And am I posting this without any revisions because I know if I read through it I'll hate it and redo the entire thing? Yep. SO here you go, Beloveds! It has been a minute or two since I posted so enjoy :) Or don't. IDK. This one's probably garbage because it was a spur of the moment thing. BUT DONT WORRY THE NEXT ONE WILL HAVE THE TOMBOO CUMBS OF JOY I PROMISE. I've had the next part typed up since before I decided on a title for this story, dude. That's just how I write. Something sparks a story idea, the good parts that I imagine go down first then I make the beginning, middle, and end. Anyhoo, bye-bye!!

~Rhan