childhood friends to lovers trope w fem reader who loves cute things and scara whos an asshole? lol except it kinda goes wrong for a bit ..? hhsjssjd okokok so basically,,
reader and scaramouche have been friends for a long time, since childhood basically and they’d always do things tg and give small gifts! scara gave reader a gift, like a plush for her to cling to whenever she was down in elementary school (maybe a cat plush bc.. it reminds her of scara.. cause he’s cat coded) and reader has stuck with it for years bc it was so special !! but then from the shift to middle school to high school, scara began to change and sought out validation from others—he knew that a lot of people liked him-so he kinda abandoned reader for the crowd and popularity and sometimes would even make fun of her a bit (even if he doesn’t mean it truly)… hwhwhwhgh
and reader ended up becoming more timid bc she was always around scara in the past and without him she’s more shy. basically the only thing that could bring comfort was the plush that he gave her and it’s what she’s always stuck with, but scaramouche notices that she still clings to it and makes fun of her for it
reader doesn’t even have a place in the cafeteria to sit bc she doesn’t feel welcome/is too shy so she just walks around the halls or finds somewhere quiet and alone to sit while hardly eating anything and then scara on some days, …. he finds reader and sits with her. and sometimes would even do small acts for her. he doesn’t say it out loud for a long time but it’s a way to show that he still cares. he doesn’t say it until a long while later :3
AGGHHH GHIS IS TOO LONG I FEEL LIKE im sorry 😭😭 whatever you write is just so enjoyable to read and i really like your oneshots.. THANKS
You & Me - Scaramouche (genshin)
best friends last together, don't they?
contents: fem!reader, scaramouche is the devil, jkjk, angst towards the end im sorry.., you fell first he fell harder yadayada, I wrote this while ovulating and you can tell 💀, readers mom is the number one shipper, ei is NOT terrible in this, proofread a bit
a/n: um I think I accidentally changed some stuff. IM SO SORRY THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS WHEN I LOCK IN😞 I made scaramouche too much of an asshole and I tried to fix it..tbh I kinda had a hard time tying it all together so the end portion is so awful you can kill me 😭 I wanted to get this done before my birthday so yeah KILL ME. im sorry this isn't great like at all but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
a/n 2: I wrote all the above the day before my birthday so lets just ignore the fact I lied and that this is two days late 😁
You weren’t sure why, but the empty house next door had suddenly started attracting visitors. Boxes were constantly being carried in and out, and cars came and went throughout the day. When you asked your parents about it, they explained what was happening, but you quickly forgot after becoming distracted by watching the activity through the window.
It was the winter season, arguably the worst time for moving, but you didn’t comprehend that. Your curious eyes lingered on the people until you spotted a small boy exiting the car with his mother. He appeared to be of the same age as you, and you were instantly captivated. After staring for so long, the boy noticed you, prompting you to duck down.
"Y/N, what're you doing?" Your mother asked.
"Nothing, Mommy!" You answer and squat for another 10 minutes. Slowly, you lift your head up and see that the boy is long gone.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you head to your room to go back and play.
The next day, your mother interrupts your Barbie playtime and rummages through your closet. "Come on and get ready." She tells you, but you pout.
"But why, mommy? Where are we going?" She turns to you with your coat.
"We're going to say hello to our new neighbors."
"New neighbor?" You get up, and she helps you get dressed.
She nods, "Yes. Your daddy already said hello before going to work. Now, it's our turn."
Your mom places a hat on your head and wraps a scarf around your puffed jacket. You hadn't realized she was already dressed for the snow. "There's a boy just your age." She says. "You two could be best friends."
Your heart thumps. There weren't many kids around your neighborhood, and if there were, they were much older than you. There was a mix of excitement and nervousness in your belly. You weren't sure what to expect from this boy. Still, you tried to remain composed so you wouldn’t scare him off. Maybe he was just as nervous? Only one way to find out.
As you stepped out of the house, the snow had once again fallen, and you could hear your mother muttering to herself about the need to shovel. You watch as the door closes carefully, then notice the neighbor's door open. Fearfully, you clutch your mom's pants. She looks at you in surprise before following your gaze. She smiles widely, "Oh, hello! We were just about to see you!" She shouts with a wave.
A tall, scary-looking woman with long hair stood on the steps. She was quite gorgeous but intimidating. Despite your assumptions, she smiles kindly and waves back. "That's very thoughtful of you." She says without raising her voice. It shook you at how you were able to hear her.
Your eyes glance down, and you see the boy again. He stood next to his mother, and his face was just as scary as hers. You shiver and grow closer to your mom. She holds your hand and carefully walks down the steps. The two mothers reach the middle of the snow, both holding their children's hands for safety.
"This is my daughter, Y/N." Your mom introduces you, and you wave shyly.
"Hello." You squeak, and the other mother smiles more.
"My, she's adorable." She comments before looking down at her grumpy son. She gives him a gentle shove, "This is my son Scaramouche. Say hello, dear."
You couldn't help but stare. His cheeks were round and rosy, and his jacket wasn't as thick as yours. He wore a scarf, earmuffs, and gloves, though. Scaramouche did not look happy at all, and it scared you. You hold your mom's hand tight, not wanting her to disappear from you. Scaramouche looks to the side, then at you, almost in regret.
"Hello, Y/N." He replies roughly.
Your cheeks immediately flush. You ignore his mom scolding him for his attitude. Your gaze is relentless because this single interaction marked the beginning of it all. Not only did he respond, but he even mentioned your name. That's crazy for a five-year-old.
Even though you kept staring, kind of creepily in some ways, you were amazed by him. The only kid your age, along with the fact that he's also a boy? You didn’t realize it at the time, but that feeling would follow you for the rest of your life.
The winter snow was enough for the two of you to bond by him throwing snowballs at you. It was an attempt for you to leave him alone, but you saw it as playtime, so you threw back. It was irritating at first, but Scaramouche found himself having fun in the end.
When he went outside again, he noticed that you weren't there waiting by your door like always. He assumed you were running late, so he, slowly, walked down the steps to your home. With his tiny little body, it looked like the snow was devouring him, but he pushed on. Scaramouche dusts off some snow clumps that stuck to his jacket and knocks on your door.
It was your father. He was caught off guard seeing Scaramouche, then smiled because he put together what he's here for. "Sorry, Scaramouche," He begins. "But Y/N can't play today. She's sick." The boy's eyes widened a little, then vanished to that angry face of his. It got a chuckle out of your dad.
Scaramouche walked back down in dissatisfaction and waddled in the snow to his home.
Your father watched him get home safely before closing the door. "Who was it, honey?" His wife asks, and he turns to her. "It was Scaramouche. He was looking for Y/N."
She frowns, a bit saddened. "Aw, poor boy. Those two have really been hitting it off lately."
He nods, "I'm sure our daughter will get better soon."
You did not get better soon. The next two days, Scaramouche was told you were still sick. From what he heard from his mother, you had a bad headache. He wasn't quite sure what a fever was, but he assumed you were dying. Bad headache, running nose, sweating, and feeling intense heat? That sounded like a complete nightmare.
Scaramouche had never gotten sick, so he thought this was life-threatening.
When his mom finished telling him the symptoms, she was taken aback at seeing that her son was crying. She crouched down again and pet his head. "Scaramouche, it's okay. Y/N will be fine, most kids get sick this time of year." She says in a soothing voice. As sad as it was seeing her son cry, she did find it quite adorable. 'To think this boy finally found someone to care for.' She thought as she held him.
Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Gently, she pulls her son away so she can see his face clearly. "How about giving her a small gift?" She suggests. "When she sees it, it'll give her the power to get better." Scaramouche never thought of doing something like that. He never really gave anyone a gift before. But at 5 years old, he believed that this was the answer.
"Like magic?" He asked, and she nodded.
Scaramouche wiped his tears and gave his mother a determined expression. "Okay!"
Throughout your sickness, you've been lying in bed all day, every day.
You were so exhausted and hot that it was making you sad. You really wanted to play with Scaramouche. You kept having dreams about him and how you'd win the snowball fights when in reality you're the loser. All these dreams and scenarios just make you miss him even more. A tear slips down your face as you bury yourself deeper under your blanket.
'Time to take another nap.' You thought with a sniffle.
The bedroom door squeaks open, but it's not enough for you to uncover. You can faintly hear footsteps approaching you, then stop. A hand shakes your body, but you don't move.
"She's asleep." It was your mom's voice. "I'll put this here." She begins to whisper.
You can sense something being placed next to you.
"Get better soon, baby." She says as she pets your head. "Someone is waiting for you."
Then, she plants a kiss on top before quietly exiting the room. Once you hear the door shut, you peek out and see a stuffed bear staring right at your face. It was brown and fluffy-looking. It even had a red bow on its neck. It was quite big but cute. You continue to stare at it more. The most notable part, in your opinion, was the frown it wore. It kind of reminded you of someone.
'Someone is waiting for me…' It repeats in your head. A small smile appears on your face as you nuzzle into the stuffed animal. For the first time ever, you slept well.
The next day, you got better, but you weren't allowed outside. Though you were sad Scaramouche didn't come. You stare at the bear sitting on your bed. "Maybe he's sick too?" You stood up from your rug and climbed onto your bed. You pet the bear's head, "It's okay, Scarabear." Then you kiss its forehead. "Mommy and daddy give me kisses to get better." Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.
You grab one of your plush bears, much smaller than your gift, and run towards your mom. "Mommy, mommy! Scaramouche is sick!" You say, and both your parents were confused.
"What? Why do you think that?" She asks, and you immediately get sad.
Your parents look at each other. They know why he wasn't here. It was because you can recover better without getting him sick, too. They didn't expect you to get so upset about it. Your dad puts his coffee down to explain, but you speak up.
"So, I'm going to make him feel better!" You exclaim and show them your bear. "If he gets one, he won't be sick anymore! I need to give it to him, please?"
Your dad was beyond bewildered, but your mom laughed. She kneels down to you, "But there's a lot of snow. Are you sure you can handle it?"
You nod with determination. She laughs again, "Alright. Put your coat on."
You hurriedly run to your room as your mom watches with amusement.
"Honey, she just got better." Your dad intervenes.
"I know, but it'd be good for her. Besides, I can't say no to young love."
After you and your mom get ready for the winter, much to your dad's dismay, you head over to Scaramouche's home. Your mom is the one who knocks on the door as you stand there nervously. You kind of regret doing this now, but it's too late. You squeeze the teddy bear, hoping it will provide some comfort. A few more seconds, and the door swings open. Scaramouche's mom stands there with a smile, and you can see Scaramouche peeking behind the staircase.
The two of you made eye contact, which caused him to run up the stairs.
You pout a little, and the women clearly notice. "Y/N, what do you have there?" She asks while pointing.
You shuffle your feet shyly. "Um…it's for Scaramouche…"
Slowly, your arms stretch to show her the stuffed animal. Scaramouche's mother smiles even more. "That's very kind of you. He's going to love it." Your smile reappears again. The mothers giggle. 'Children cheer up so fast.'
You're about to hand her the bear, but you remembered something. You plant a kiss on its head, then hand it to her. "So, he can get better!" You say without realizing how much of a big deal that kiss was. The women stare at you, stunned, and to top it off, Scaramouche witnessed it. You didn't notice him, but he did end up coming down again because he was curious and relieved that you weren't dead.
When he saw what you’ve done, he instantly freaked out.
Scaramouche has only been kissed by his mom and no one else. He had seen couples kiss in movies and TV shows, so he knew it was a big deal. He's more knowledgeable on that part than you. Scaramouche couldn't wrap his head around it. Why on earth would you do that?
He snapped out of it to find his mother standing right in front of him. He glances to the doorway, and you are gone.
"Why didn't you come say hi? She was looking for you." She asks sharply
Scaramouche looks down in shame. "Sorry, mommy."
She lets out a small sigh before showing him the bear. "Here. It's a gift for you. Isn't that sweet?"
Scaramouche inspects it all over before staring at the spot you had kissed it on.
"Say thank you when you see her, alright?"
She walks off, leaving him standing there alone. He replays the scene in his head. From what he heard from last night's movie, if a girl kisses you, it means they love you. But it's much more different than the love a mother gives. Scaramouche is a bright kid, but he's stupid when it comes to love.
He can feel his heart pump with his cheeks turning red. He pulls the bear close to his chest and nuzzles its head.
You were still surprised when you saw Scaramouche transfer to your elementary school.
Winter had passed, and spring had arrived. During one of your playdates, you overheard your parents talking with his mother about his education. Your mom mentioned that you could show him around and assured her that the school was good overall. Of course, you barely paid attention—you were too busy trying to beat Scaramouche at Jenga.
When Scaramouche was introduced, he was told to sit next to you because the teacher had heard you lived next door.
"It'd make you feel more comfortable." She told him.
Scaramouche listened and sat right next to you. You didn't say hi, though, because you felt everyone was watching. You didn't really have many friends and played all on your own. You knew the teachers pitied you, but you never did anything to change. So, seeing that all it took for Scaramouche to appear for them to notice you, it really made you want to cry.
When it was time for activities, several kids tried to talk to Scaramouche. He responded with short, one-word answers and showed little interest in interacting with them. Eventually, the others gave up and went off to do their own thing. The class was doing arts and crafts, and although you tried to focus on your project, you could feel him staring at you. The attention made you incredibly nervous, leaving your palms sweaty.
"Why didn't you say hi to me?" Scaramouche asks with a gruff voice.
You shrugged, and you could just tell he was wearing that angry frown of his.
"Fine. I don't care." It was a complete lie. He obviously cared since he asked in the first place.
Arts and crafts was miserable since you both ignored each other. You felt terrible, but you were scared. You didn't want Scaramouche to have no friends because of you.
Since the weather was nice, recess took place outside.
Scaramouche was invited to play soccer, and he immediately left you alone. It was an instinct to follow him, but you stopped when you remembered what you did in arts and crafts. Sadness washed over you again, and you went to play with the chalk.
Since everyone had friends, they'd play at the playground, but not you. You would draw chalk all on your own in a little corner. It didn't bother you at first, but with Scaramouche here, you felt like a loser. Still, you hoped drawing your favorite cartoons would make you feel better. It worked as you blocked out your surroundings.
After drawing the fifth flower, you were happy with your masterpiece so far. You look in the chalk box to grab another to color in. However, you ended up dropping a couple, and one rolled close to where the boys were playing soccer. You hadn't realized and were just focused on getting it back. You got up, ran to it, and successfully picked it up. You were about to go back when you heard a shout.
You look up, and it was like a flash. The soccer ball collides into your face, tumbling you to the ground. The teacher and kids ran over to you to see what happened. You sat up and started to cry when feeling the intense pain. The teacher scolded the boys while trying to comfort you.
"It was an accident!" One of them said.
"She shouldn't have been there in the first place!" It was the boy who hit you. It was clear to Scaramouche that he felt no remorse and would do anything to avoid apologizing. He felt the anger boil inside him, and if he wasn't angry enough, he was about to be.
"Teacher! There's something coming out of her nose!" One of the girls points at your face.
The teacher gasps while you touch what she's talking about. There, through your misty tears, you can see the stain of red on your fingers. That immediately made you cry even harder because you really felt like it was the end of the world. Well, it was the end of the world for the boy who hurt you because Scaramouche swiftly turned to him and punched his face.
Everyone gasps, and the teacher stands up. "Scaramouche, why did you do that?!"
He didn't answer and watched as the boy tumbled to the ground. "Say sorry." He told him. "Or I'll hit you again." The boy bursts into tears, which made Scaramouche go on top of him, lifting a fist. "You have to say sorry!"
The teacher immediately picks him up, but Scaramouche grabs his t-shirt to prevent being apart from him.
"Scaramouche, let go!" She screams, and he shakes his head.
It was a struggle, but she got him to let go and placed him far from the other kid. Crouching down, she told him, "Scaramouche, you can't hit another classmate! That's wrong." Scaramouche wasn't happy about that statement. He crossed his arms in protest. "I'll have to tell your mom if you don't apologize." His eyes widen in disbelief. He hated it when his mom was angry; it was scary.
"Scaramouche!" You cried and stood up.
"Yn, stay there! I'll help you to the nurse's office." The teacher stands, but you ignore her and run to Scaramouche in tears.
You hug him tightly, the blood messing up his uniform. "Scaramouche!" His heart swells as he hears you cry in sorrow. What he did was dumb, but he believed that guy deserved it. Still, it ended up scaring you. You never want to see him hurt another kid for your sake.
Scaramouche hugs you back, giving a pat on your head. "Don't cry, Y/N. That's for babies."
"Scaramouche!" The teacher scolds him again, and recess got ended much earlier than it should have.
When it was time to go home, your teacher had to talk with your parents, Scaramouches' mom, and the boys' parents. The adults were engrossed in a heated argument, leaving you children to sit and observe. Scaramouche was blamed a lot, not surprisingly, while the other boy was seen as a victim.
"My daughter was hit because of your son!" Your mom argues. "Scaramouche was only defending him like a good friend!"
"By punching him?!" The mother screams.
"Well, he kicked a soccer ball to her face, so he got it easy."
"Honey, calm down." Your father tells her. "You're scaring, Y/N."
Scaramouche's mom coughs to gain their attention. "My son is known to react before he can think. I'll make sure to give him a lesson." She looks down at him and says, "Apologize, Scaramouche."
He looked away from her. It's that attitude of his that really gets under people's skin. She knows what button to press to get him to talk.
"If you don't, say goodbye to playing with Y/N."
He stiffens and immediately looks back at her. "No, mommy!"
With a stern look, she orders him to apologize again. Much to his dismay, he did. The other boy ended up apologizing to you after that. You forgave him, but you wanted to cry again. You have never seen Scaramouche look so sad before.
The adults talked a bit more before finally going home.
"I'm so sorry about this." Scaramouche's mother tells yours. "He gets angry easily, but I didn't think he'd go that far."
Your mom smiles, "He was just protecting his best friend. Isn't that right?"
Scaramouche nods slowly, gripping his mom's hand.
"Still, he knows that fighting isn't the answer. I'm going to have to implement that to him even more."
"I'm sorry, mommy." He mumbles, and to you, he really did look like he was going to cry.
You let go of your mom's hand and go give him a hug. Then, you pull away and pat his head. "Don't cry, Scaramouche. Crying is for babies." You tell him with a cute smile.
His face flushes red, and he pushes you away. "I'm not crying! And I'm not a baby!" He runs off to the car in utter embarrassment. He was acting all tough until now. That was so uncool. His mom apologizes on his behalf and runs after him.
Instead of feeling hurt, you laugh and run back to your mom. "Mommy, Scaramouche is a baby, isn't he?" She bursts out laughing, too, "Oh, sweetie, when did you learn to talk like that?"
She grabs your hand and begins to walk to your car. "Hm, you really like him, don't you?"
You nod with enthusiasm. She smiles down at you, "That's good. Promise me, you two will remain friends, okay?"
You nod again. "Yes, mommy!"
The following day, many children no longer wanted to befriend Scaramouche.
He really didn't care, and he honestly found it ridiculous.
When he sat down next to you, tired already from everyone staring at him, he was greeted by your presence. "Hi, Scaramouche." You said, smiling widely. You were so happy, and it made him feel a wave of relief.
He smiles too, not as big as yours, but it means something. "Hi, Y/N."
With Scaramouche in your life, you finally felt joy and companionship.
It was just you two in your little world. You'd always be by each other's side, playing in one or the other's home. You guys even celebrated holidays together. This led to a habit of many, many gift-giving. Scaramouche mostly saw it as a competition to upstage you, but you didn't see it that way. He'd often get disappointed that you liked the gift, no matter how spectacular it was. He couldn't comprehend that all you wanted was him right next to you. It just felt right, even if he was grumpy most of the time.
However, as you reached the end of elementary school, you began to panic.
Scaramouche and his mom came over. Immediately, you dragged him to the couch to watch T.V. His mother went to the dining table where your mom had prepared drinks and snacks. You were focused on the T.V. until you overheard them discuss which middle school you'd be attending.
You immediately begin to panic. 'Does that mean Scaramouche is going somewhere far away?' Your lip begins to tremble as you feel your entire body shake. Immediately, you throw yourself at him in tears. Scaramouche's face flushes, but he tries to pry you off.
"Y/N, what are you doing?!"
"Scaramouche, don't leave me!"
His eyebrow raises, and he stops pushing you. "What are you talking about?"
You sniffle, "Next year…you're going to leave me!"
Scaramouche was beyond puzzled. 'What on earth is this girl talking about?!' He starts petting your head to try to calm you down. "I'm not leaving. Stop saying dumb things!"
"It's not dumb!" You cry and finally look at him.
He can feel his heart tingling upon seeing your tear-soaked face. It really did suck seeing you cry. He's always trying to prevent you from feeling so sad because that's what he thought his purpose was. But what he hated even more was when you were mad at him.
"Scaramouche, aren't you my friend?!" You wipe your eyes using your arm. "Don't you want to go to school with me?"
Scaramouche sits there still, taking in his thoughts. 'This girl…' He lets out a huff before holding your hand and getting you off the couch. He leads you to the front door, "Mommy, we're going outside." He says, then leaves. Scaramouche forces you to follow him to his own house.
You wait at the steps as he goes under the mat to grab the extra key. You weren't crying as much as before. You started to become amazed at how smart he was. It made you feel foolish for crying in the first place.
Once the door opens, you both walk inside and to his room.
"I was waiting until it was the first day of school." He begins when rummaging in his closet.
You watch him closely and notice him pulling out a stuffed cat. “Here.”
Slowly, you grab it and observe its cute features.
"So, you don't have to be lonely."
You look up at him, and his cheeks flush red.
"I'm always with you, Y/N. So, I don't want you crying."
You smile a little and look at it again. Closing your eyes, you kiss the cat's forehead. Scaramouche's eyes widen as he remembers the time when you kissed the bear. However, you're both in the same room, and he's so up close. He can see clearly the faint blush on your cheeks and the way your eyes sparkle with affection. His heart beats rapidly, almost nervous about what you'll say next.
"Thank you." You say, holding it close to your chest. "I promise I will be brave."
Scaramouche blinks, mildly disappointed by your response. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this was lackluster. He sighs, "Okay, well, can we go back to watching T.V. now?"
You giggle and nod, "Yeah. I'm sure our moms are waiting for us."
You exit his room first, but he stands there for a couple more seconds. He lifts his hand that held yours. Scaramouche's heart beats fast again as he remembers how soft you felt in his touch.
He jumped and quickly lowered his hand, trying to look less suspicious. You stared at him in confusion.
Scaramouche nods, "Yeah. Thought I saw a bug."
You squeak and look around. "W-Where?!"
You jump up and down before running out of the room in fright. Scaramouche laughs to himself, then follows right after.
When entering middle school, you two remained two peas in a pod.
For the first few weeks at least.
Scaramouche had always been popular, largely because he was considered the cutest in your class, and that still seemed to be true here. Back then, though, his attitude made him difficult to like. Now, however, people seemed to see it as cool and “badass.”
You had two classes together and often hung out at lunch, but something had clearly shifted.
Sometimes, people intrude on your guys' conversations because they want to talk to Scaramouche. He really didn't care at first and would shoo them off. He told you that they were just trying to pick fights. But what was supposed to comfort you only made more damage.
He started to bond with some of his classmates, which didn't bother you at first. He even introduced you to them. You tried to get along with those guys, but they always looked at you funny. You weren't as anxious as when you were little. Thanks to Scaramouche, you made your interests known by reading your favorite piece of media, wearing merch, and hanging keychains on your bag. Unfortunately, his "friends" found that silly.
It started with a small comment.
"Aren't those for kids?" One of them asked.
You could tell by his tone he was poking fun, but you remained firm. "Um, no, anyone can enjoy anything."
Their snarky grins were wiped off with a frown.
"No one likes a smartass."
Their words didn't hurt as much as seeing Scaramouche stay silent.
You knew that he'd make new friends, considering the small amount of time you see him, but you didn't think it'd be with such assholes. You would always see them cause mischief when you're walking to class. They were complete jerks, causing messes and poking fun at people who couldn't defend themselves. You couldn't understand why he'd befriend those types.
After school, it also became harder to talk to him because he was so busy with his studies. You were, too, but when you suggested studying together, he'd turn you down.
During the middle of the first semester, you went down to get a snack after studying for a few hours, and saw Scaramouche's mother having tea with your mom. Of course, you politely greeted her like always, but she was surprised to see you at all.
"Oh, Y/N, you're here. Scaramouche didn't invite you to go with him to his friend's party?" She asked you.
Your heart drops. "No…I wasn't aware of that…"
You can see the flicker of anger come across her eyes. She forces a smile, though. "That's alright. You're a good girl for having school as your number one priority."
You can only nod as you make your way back to your room.
You never felt so betrayed before. Why didn't he tell you he was going somewhere instead of lying to you? You couldn't study any longer, as you curled into a ball on your bed to cry.
Scaramouche was confronted by his mother about this, which led to a horrific argument. You could hear it all night, and you felt bad that it might've been your fault. Even though you should be sleeping, you peeked through your curtain at his bedroom window. You see both their shadows, waving their arms around as they scream. Scaramouche was definitely the loudest, but you knew his mother could match his tone if she wanted to.
She can be scary sometimes when she's angry; you've witnessed it before. She never hit him or anything, but she always made sure he apologized. You guessed this was different this time because Scaramouche kept yelling curses like crazy.
You couldn’t take it anymore, so you closed the curtains and hid under the blanket. Squeezing your eyes shut, you clung to your cat plush for dear life, wishing you would wake up from this nightmare.
Scaramouche only started hanging out with you less and less as the years went by.
His new friends kept inviting him to clubs or school events. Sometimes, you'd see him walk with them home even though you live in the same area. You thought you had grown out of your nerves, but it slowly started to resurface. The fewer classes you had with him, the lonelier you got. You weren't close with any of your classmates because you always had him. Now, he has completely tossed you aside.
Unfortunately, you couldn't prepare yourself for how bad high school would be.
You and Scaramouche had stopped hanging out completely. Stopped talking, stopped calling, it was like you guys were never friends to begin with.
You've seen many movies where people just grow apart, but you didn't think they'd be true.
Lately, he's been more rebellious, as sometimes you can hear him argue with his mom before getting in his friend's car. You didn't know why this was happening, and it hurt that you couldn't give his mom a straight answer. Your parents, especially your mom, worry about you. You brushed them off, though.
You already felt sorry for yourself; you didn't want your parents to feel it too.
You didn't want to make his life worse by bringing up how awful his friends are, but you suspect his mom already knows that. Even though you were alone again, you were used to it. The name-calling, the way Scaramouche looks at you nastily, eating lunches outside by yourself, no one to confide in, group projects, or task work.
You just had to pull through on your own.
One night, your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary, leaving you home alone. They didn't want to go because they were worried about your well-being. However, you convinced them after saying, "I'll be fine" a hundred times.
You took this time to rehearse a presentation for your class the next day. It was late at night, and you were getting a bit tired of reading your note cards. It was starting to get stuffy in your room. You get off your bed and go to your window to open it, letting some fresh air in.
Resting your arms on the bottom, you stare up at the moon. 'How pretty.' You thought. You wished to be as beautiful as her. Shining radiantly and being admired by others. It brings a peaceful atmosphere, and the night feels like an escape from your problems.
Your thought process was interrupted by the window across from you opening as well.
Scaramouche had his leg out and was looking at you in shock, with the same expression as you were displaying, too. You open your mouth, but his finger rests on his lips, shutting you up. You watch him jump down and land on his feet quite well. He freezes for a moment before sighing in relief that his mother hadn't heard him.
"What're you doing?" You ask quietly.
He looks up at you in anger. "None of your business."
It's pretty obvious that he got grounded again. You heard from your mother how much he's been getting into trouble just to see his friends.
You shake your head, "Your mom's going to be angry."
"I don't need a lecture from you." He says, clearly irritated.
"This is the first time you're sneaking out! You can get in big trouble!" You try to reason. "Your punishment can get even worse!"
He scoffs to the side. "Whatever."
Your lip quivers, then you huff. "At least let me come."
Scaramouche looks at you in shock. "What?"
"Then, you won't be in trouble!"
You start to put your foot out, paying no mind to his urging you back inside.
"Y/N, stop! You're being ridiculous!" He tries to scream, but it's all whispered to save his own skin.
He was too quiet for you to hear. You managed to get both legs out, but you weren't strong enough to stick to the wall, and ultimately, you lost footing and your grip. You gasped as you realized you were going to fall.
Scaramouche quickly rushed over to catch you. You collided with him, which helped him break your fall. His arms wrapped tightly around your body, and you tried to get up, but he forced you to stay put. You realize he's probably listening to see if his mom will come. Your whole body freezes at how close you are to him. Your head rests on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Your face flushes while your hand clutches his jacket.
After a while, his grip loosened, and he let out a sigh of relief. You feel his hands move down to your hips, which makes you go even redder. It's not like you two weren't intimate before, but now that you're older, it feels different. This is more serious than childhood love.
Slowly, you lift your body up to see him, still clutching his clothes as if he'd disappear. You can see his cheeks are red too as you stare into each other's eyes. It's been so long since you saw him up close. It was giving you butterflies like when you first met.
You weren't sure what was happening, but you didn't want to leave him. Your breath hitched as you leaned closer. You were sweating and blushing like crazy, but so was he. You can see him lift his head up towards you until your lips touch.
This felt like a dream, and you loved it. You missed him so much.
One hand runs up your back as he kisses you passionately. Scaramouche flips you so that you're the one lying on your back, not breaking away for a second. His kisses become more intense because of how desperate he is for you, how much he wants this to happen. It surprised you, but it felt so good. You let out a small moan, which drives him crazy to say the least. His hand grips your waist as he continues to kiss you, wanting to hear more.
In the end, you pull away, and he immediately stops.
Your breathing is heavy as you continue to stare at each other. His phone buzzes, and he groans in irritation. Scaramouche looks at the message and scoffs. He stuffs it back in his pocket before looking back at you. He didn't say anything, but it seems he's waiting for you to speak.
Nervously, you sit up, pushing him away slightly. "A-Aren't you going to your friends?"
You look at him in shock.
Slowly, you shake your head. Then, you say, "You can stay in my room."
You didn't see his surprised face.
"S-So, you won't get in trouble…"
"You're still on that?" This time, he was being sarcastic.
You stand up, and he follows suit.
You whip your head towards him. "W-What? Are you sure? Can you pull that off?"
He nods, "Uh, yeah. Who do you think you're talking to?"
You weren't quite sure of this, but you didn't have a spare key as he did. So, you climb on top of him, and he lifts you up. You try to stretch your arms higher, but you can't grab on. "I-It's too far!" You say, which makes him click his tongue.
"What're you trying to say, huh?!"
You didn't answer, which pissed him off even more.
"Okay, how about this? I'm going to toss you."
You couldn't even get a second to think because he throws you just like that. Somehow, you managed to grasp the edge and climb back into your room. Without taking a break, you went to pull him up, but he was quite heavy. Still, he practically climbed up the wall as you pulled to make it easier for him at least. You felt like your back was going to break.
Finally, he made it inside, and you both lay on the floor in exhaustion.
"Seriously," He props himself up with his arms. "What were you thinking, jumping out like that?! You could've gotten hurt!"
You turn to him, frowning. "Sorry."
Scaramouche sighs, "Just don't do anything reckless like that. Promise me."
You nod, and he pets your head. It felt comforting that he still looked after you. In his weird way. In the back of your mind, you wanted to ask him why he changed. However, you didn't want to ruin this moment, so you remained silent.
"Were you studying?" He asked while standing up.
You nod again and move your note cards to your vanity. "I have a presentation tomorrow."
“Oh,” He said, kicking off his shoes and plopping onto your bed.
You were hesitant, but you sat next to him. You wonder if he's going to address the kiss. You move his bangs to see him, and he side-eyes you.
Your hand flinches back. "S-Sorry…"
His eyes widen a little, then glare. "For what?"
You tense up and shrug, looking down. 'Maybe I should ask him right now?'
Then, his hand lifts your chin up to him. Your face flushed, and you couldn't process how fast he kissed you again. You're not sure where to put your hands, so you rest them on his chest. He moves your body down so he can hover over you as you kiss.
This was definitely something out of a romance movie. The bad boy sneaks out to kiss the girl he likes. Sure, what happened to you is totally different, but the same concept.
He pulls away to catch some air, then notices the cat that's sitting right next to your face.
"You…still have that?" He asks, picking it up to inspect it.
You sit up, crossing your legs. "Of course I do. I love him."
Scaramouche flinched but couldn't face you. "I see."
He places it back down, then lifts your blanket to cover you up.
"You need to rest." He tells you, forcing you to lie down again.
You're not sure what you did to cause him to change. You really wanted to ask, but you were scared. You didn't want to strain your relationship even more.
You didn't argue and got yourself comfortable under the sheets. "Goodnight then." You told him.
Scaramouche goes and switches off the light, then walks back to sit on the edge. He watches you drift off to sleep and smiles. It was always easy to get you to take a nap. He pets your hair softly before planting a kiss on your forehead. He goes to lie right next to you, trying not to disturb your slumber. He stares at the plush cat before closing his eyes to sleep too.
Scaramouche was acting a bit more friendly, which surprised you. He'd wave hello or sometimes say hi. When he wanted to get away from his friends, he'd always hide with you outside. You really wanted to question him because he kept acting as if nothing had happened. At home, your mom told you how happy she was that you two were friends again.
Apparently, Scaramouche told his mom you guys patched things up, and, of course, she told yours.
You were conflicted. You wanted to be happy, but you were a little angry. Was the kiss really all that was needed to happen for him to like you?
Of course, you enjoyed it, but other than him saying hi to you, nothing much happened.
Scaramouche still had those friends and, sure, he started seeing them less, but they were still in his life. You really didn't know how to feel. If he kissed you, doesn't that mean he likes you more than a friend? It didn't make it any better that he was loved by other girls. Even in middle school, you had heard about him getting asked out. Though he never once accepted.
Maybe it was time for you to stop waiting? You loved Scaramouche, and you didn't want him to slip away again now that he's close with you again.
After school, you begin to try to find him. You're 99% sure he's at the school's gym since his friends are kind of athletic. As you make way down the halls, a pair of groups pass by and say,
"Did you know Scaramouche has a girlfriend?"
You stop dead in your tracks.
"Yup! She confessed to him a while ago."
Your heart sinks as you grasp your shirt with anxiety. 'Scaramouche has a girlfriend? This whole time. That kiss…was it a lie?' Your eyes well up.
You wipe the tears away and go back to searching for him. You were right about the location, but you started to get scared with his friends there. They immediately notice you and laugh.
"Look, it's the puppy." One of them says.
You stand there confused. 'Puppy?'
"Y/N?" Scaramouche walks up to you. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I want to talk to you about something." You stutter but try to remain cool.
"Scaramouche, come on, we'll be late to karaoke."
'Karaoke?' "I thought you didn't want to hang out with them anymore?" You ask.
His eyes widen, "What are you talking about?"
"A few days ago, you told me-"
"Yo, Scaramouche, what's this bitch saying?" His friend asks, and they're all agitated by your presence. You know you're not wanted here, but if only you could just get Scaramouche alone.
"Nothing. She's leaving." Scaramouche declares.
You shake your head, "But Scara-"
You jump at how high he raised his voice.
"Yeah, get lost, puppy dog." His friends laugh.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" You mutter.
"Because that's what you are! Following Scaramouche everywhere like one!" They explain.
"Is he?" They laugh again. "Why would he be friends with a little kid like you?" They say, pointing at the charms your bag carries.
Your lip trembles along with tears. "T-There's nothing wrong with liking cartoons!"
"Let me guess, you sleep with a nightlight on?" They laugh again.
'Why isn't Scaramouche saying anything?!' You think, trying to keep it together.
"Tell us, Scaramouche! Is it true she sleeps with a stuffed animal or something?"
He balls his hands into a fist. "Yeah."
"There's this stupid cat toy I gave her when we were kids. I thought for sure she threw it away, considering we're adults now."
Your chest starts to hurt like your heart has been completely ripped out of you. You tremble upon hearing his words and can't stop the tears from falling.
"Why would you say that?" You ask.
"Because it's true." He says, "I'm not always going to be there for you, Y/N. So, grow up!"
Your head begins to spiral. All you could remember was how he would protect you when you were little and reassure you. Now, here he is, pretending that none of it happened. To make it worse, he has a girlfriend and kissed you for no apparent reason. Only that you're a girl he can play with.
"I can't…believe you…." You whisper.
"Well, believe it!" His voice grows louder. "You were nothing more than a pain in my side and a leech preventing me from having a basic life! You're nothing to me!"
He was interrupted by a smack on the face.
Slowly, his hand touches his cheek, then he looks straight at you.
Endless tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate. "I hate you, Scaramouche! I hate you!"
You turn around and run out of the room.
Scaramouche's gut twists.
You locked yourself in your room, ignoring your parents' concerns.
Throwing yourself on your bed, you cry into your pillow.
'Why would he do this to me? I thought he loved me.'
It was all so awful. You really cared for him through it all. To think he was such a jerk to treat you like this. He doesn't care about you anymore, and you feel like an idiot for taking this long to realize it.
'I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't keep your promise.'
You only left your room to eat or use the bathroom. You were just so depressed. All you did was lie on your bed, hiding your face on your pillow. Crying was all your body could think of doing.
The day passes, and before you realize it, it's night.
You tired yourself out completely as you start to doze off. However, you hear a thud at your window. You sit up in fear. 'Is someone breaking in?'
You know the best course of action is to hide and get help, but you felt like a deer in headlights. Another thud and you jump. Through the moon's light, you can clearly see that what you thought was a rock that hit. Slowly, you get off your bed and tiptoe to your window. You peek through the curtain and frown.
He sees you right away and calls your name.
You weren't in the mood and backed away. He throws another rock, and you huff. You crawl back to bed only to hear another thud, and you really weren't trying to have a broken window tonight. You storm right back and open the window in fury.
"What do you want?" You ask harshly.
"I want to talk to you." He says, and he looked like an utter mess.
You cross your arms. "What's there to talk about? You said what you said!"
"I-I know, and I'm sorry!" He pleads. "I want to make this right!"
"By making out with me and forgetting this all happened?"
"No, no!" He shakes his head. "Y/N, I'm really sorry for what I did! Please let me see you!"
You shake your head. "No! I hate you!"
You're about to close the window, but he continues to speak.
"Please, Y/N, hear me out! I-I don't want to lose you!"
Your lip trembles, and you turn to him, already about to cry again. "Go grovel to your girlfriend! I don't care about you anymore!!"
Scaramouche looks at you, stunned. "Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend!"
You shut the window and go back to bed. 'What a jerk.' A tear slips down your face. You thought he left in silence, but then you hear tapping. Reluctantly, you get back out of bed and stomp to your window again.
"I said, I hate-" You let out a yelp when you see Scaramouche's face right at the window. 'Did that crazy man climb up?!'
You lift back up the window.
"Please, Y/N." He says with desperation. "If you let me talk, I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life."
You're not sure what the right choice is. A part of you did want to hear him out. Sighing, you step out of the way, and he climbs inside. You walk over to flick the light on. "Why didn't you use the front door?"
"I tried." He says. "But…your mom wasn't really happy to see me…."
You let out a laugh. "Oh." You sit at the edge of your bed. "Sounds like her."
Scaramouche nods and stands in front of you. You've never seen him so nervous before. He's always trying to act cool and nonchalant.
"Look, I understand why you hate him." He starts. "I wasn't really fair to you."
You look down at your feet. "Why did you change?" Finally, you're going to get your answer. "I thought…we'd be together forever…"
His lip wobbles. "I just…I just wanted to impress you…"
You blink, processing his response. "What?"
"I know that sounds weird, but it's true…" His cheeks flush. "I wanted you to think I was cool, but it only made me an asshole. It doesn't help that I was friends with awful people…" He sighs and sits down on the floor. "I was too deep into my persona and thought that it'd be better if I pushed you away, maybe it'd hurt less. I didn't want you to be associated with a person like me…" He lowers his head. "When we kissed, I realized that I hated being apart from you. I want to be with you."
He looks at his hand, the same one that always held you when you were kids.
Your cheeks turn pink at the sudden confession.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. As I said, I just…wanted to look cool."
"You were really mean." You say. "You don't know the number of times I cried because of what you did."
It was almost like he was stabbed in multiple areas. Scaramouche gazes at you apologetically. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."
"But you did!" The tears escaped you as you hunched over your bed and cried. "I hate you." You say again.
"Y/N-" He reaches his hand but pulls back. Scaramouche knew he had messed up. What he did was unforgivable, like, who does that to the girl they love? Scaramouche apparently. He stands up and sits right next to you. Your body trembles as you hiccup every cry.
Suddenly, you hear a high-pitched voice.
"Please, don't cry, Y/N." It said. "Don't cry, don't cry."
You can feel something soft petting your hair. "You don't look pretty when you're sad. Let me see that cute smile."
You try to shake it off and hide your face deeper in your arms.
"Please, Y/N. Turn that frown upside down! Come on, smile for me! Show me that pretty smile of yours!!"
You shake your head as you sob.
"Please, Y/N. It makes me sad that you're sad."
"Y/N, stop crying. No more crying." You faintly hear the voice start to crack.
"It makes me sad that you're sad." The soft hand petted you again. "There, there."
You feel your body relax, but you refuse to look in Scaramouche's eyes.
"Y/N." The voice cracks again. "Don't cry. If you cry, I'll cry too."
Slowly, you turn your head to the side, peeking out with your arm. Your eyes widen slightly when you're face-to-face with the plush cat. Scaramouche had been impersonating it to cheer you up.
"No more crying." He sniffles as he makes the cat wave his hand.
You blink the tears away and sit up. You push the cat down to see his head lowered to cover his face. He looks up at you, and to your surprise, sees him crying.
"Please don't hate me…" He says as his tears spill out more.
You move his bangs away to see his tears, then wipe them with your thumb. His lip trembles as he hugs the cat plush for comfort. Scaramouche was full on breaking down in front of you.
'So he does cry.' You thought. Maybe this was the proof you needed all along. You smile softly, resting a hand on his cheek.
"Don't cry, Scaramouche. Crying is for dummies, you know?"
He stares at you in awe before chuckling. "Right, I'm sorry."
You laugh, then rest your forehead on his.
"I really am sorry." He whispers. "I love you, Y/N. I've always had. There's no girlfriend. If anything," His hand rests on top of yours. "It's you."
Your face flushes, but you smile even more.
You both lean in and kiss, cupping each other's faces. This time, the kiss was gentle and timeless, not as rough as before. Scaramouche let his warmth seep through you because he wanted you to know how serious he is about you two.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds since your mom walked in.
You were so embarrassed, but your mom was too busy lecturing Scaramouche about how to be a good man. Your dad ended up pulling her away, only for his critics to be harsher than hers. After being grilled by your parents, he went home the right way.
As you got back into bed, he texted you, saying he would make it up to you tomorrow.
Wondering what he meant, you went to sleep right away.
On the school day, you witness Scaramouche declare his love to you to his former friends.
"I'm done hanging out with you guys." He says. "Y/N is all I need."
Your heart flutters, and you couldn't help but enjoy the look of utter disbelief on those guys' faces.
Scaramouche held your hand throughout it all, and you were glad that he wasn't going to let go this time.
