Let the Light in - T.C x FEM!R

Leave That for the Adults |4|

Sperm Donor (9:01 pm) Yes.

Tomorrow was Saturday. You were initially going to help Tara with one of her assignments and hangout with Henry when you finished, but all your original plans just flew out the window. Now you would be stuck with your father tomorrow, which certainly wasn't the ideal situation. You were never his favorite.

A foot gently tapped your own from under the table, pulling you from your thoughts. You glanced up to see Tara with her eyebrows knitted. You only cleared your throat while slightly shaking your head, trying to show you were fine. She gives you a once-over, an unreadable expression on her face, before she returns to her conversation with Chad.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn your head and look at Anika. "Do you need the apartment this weekend? It's not a problem if you do," she said in a reassuring tone.

"It's alright. I'm just gonna take him to dinner. He doesn't need to know where I'm living," you replied in a voice so only Anika could hear you. You turned your head back before you could get a reply, but you saw her nod from the corner of your eye.

From the moment the six of you left the diner, you and Tara returned to your bickering. Chad rubbed his stomach, letting out a groan. "Shit. I shouldn't have drank the milkshake and soda."

Mindy rolled her eyes at him. "I told you not to drink both."

You and Tara walked slightly ahead of the group, in your own world with the other as you squabble.

"Yeah but if—are those ghost socks?" you suddenly asked.

Tara looked down to her ankles for a moment before looking back at you. "Yeah, and?" she said defensively.

You shook your head with a subtle, stupid smile on your face—she would have missed it if she wasn't already looking at you. "Nothing. You look cute in them. Anyways, back to the point I was making—" Tara didn't hear anything after the word "cute."

Why are you acting as if you didn't just call her cute? You were doing this on purpose, right? You must be, making her feel like this. Surely you knew. Surely you knew about the feelings you were inflicting—which are just stress! This was just another way for you to get inside her head—

"Watch out for dog shit," you said as you pulled her by the waist, stopping her from stepping on the crap she was about to step on. She still felt the ghost of your grip when your hand fell back to your side. "You okay?"

She turned her head. "Yeah, fine," she responded before looking back ahead.

"You seem... out of it," you said.

Tara raised her eyebrow at you.

You hesitated, only for a second, before elaborating, "I just mean—usually you'd have a rebuttal for me by now. You doin' okay?" You were now fully looking at her. Oh, how Tara despised your concerning eyes.

She looked to the side, no longer able to handle the weight of your eyes. "I said I was fine, didn't I?" Tara let out an aggravated sigh as she crossed her arms.

"Okay then..." You gave her a tight lipped look before hanging your head low as awkwardness swirled in your stomach.

When you all returned to your apartment, you placed your leftovers on the counter. You were about to go to your room to change and bury yourself under your covers, but you're interrupted by a phone call. You tense up, slowly taking out your phone and taking a peek at the caller id; you let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sight. You go to your room for privacy, leaving Anika and the rest of them in the living room.