EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part thirteen

Tom nodded his head and Y/n popped the balloon near Mr. Watts' face.

He woke with a start and the two dropped everything and quickly ran out of the room.

Y/n and Tom laughed hysterically as they shut the door and ran into the Janitors Closet trying to hide from Mr. Watts who was now running around the halls searching for the two students.

They stood near the door, their backs on the wall and their breaths nearly lost from the running. When Mr. Watts was out of sight, the two composed themselves from getting into trouble.

It was soon after that that they realised their hands were clasped into one another, nearly sweaty from the heat.

The two pulled away their hands and stared awkwardly through the glass in the door.

Their shoulders touched as they peered into the hall, the glass was encountered by a foggy mist from their breaths.

"Well since he's out of sight, can I go home?" Y/n said sarcastically and Tom have out a small chuckle in response.

"Yeah no, your going home with May and I'd take you but the principle hid my bike because she knows I might get away."

"What if we just make parachutes and fly away?" Y/n joked.

He smiled. "Parachutes?"

"Yeah, mine could be golden and yours could be all pink and sparkly." A smile made its way to her face as he looked at the ground and beamed to himself.

"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard."

"Oh and popping a balloon in front of a teachers face to get out of detention is a good idea?"

"That's different." The two of them laughed in silence until the atmosphere of comfort began surrounding the two.

It was as if they had known each other for years.

Tom peeked through the glass once more and opened the door making Y/n step aside.

He got out and looked around to see any sign of Mr. Watts. He turned around and gave Y/n a thumbs up.

She got out and the two began walking in the empty halls of Kingston High. The lights were mostly out, only rays from the glass front door and small windows on the ceiling became the source of light.

The two walked carefully side by side trying not to rub their feet against the floor to let out a squeaky noise.

"So pretty boy, tell me. What do you do except intoxicating yourself and getting under girls?" Y/n smirked as she looked to her side at the boy.

"That's pretty much it." He smiled meeting her eyes.

The two let out silent laughs and continued to walk in the halls staring down at the floor. After a moment of silence he began to speak.

"You know, my sister talks a lot about you. Says your like the 'Bob to her Patrick.' "

Y/n chuckled.

"Oh really? She talks a lot about you too. Says your a narcissistic piece of mermaid crap who wants to touch mermaid Finns."