MC Youtuber Oneshots

Ship>No ships this time. Main Characters Tommy & Bitzel
Word Count> 4000 (Shorter one folks)
Triggers> Death-Suicide-blood-Car Crash

Tommy POV

I was just 12 years old when I first met him.

The memories were like a hazy blur, muddled by time and most likely altered in many ways. Although I still try my best to remember.

In elementary school all you cared about was if you had friends to survive recess with.

My friends were all sick, busy or hanging out with new people. I walked around the field by myself, hands tucked in the pockets of my trousers and my rain jacket zipped tight. There was a light drizzle of rain echoing in my head. Clearing my head and giving me a feeling of calm.

I was on the borders of the field when I found a small almost door like cut out in the fence. It was blocked by some boards that blended into the wood, it was practically invisible if you weren't looking at the direct spot.

My 12 year old self decided it would be ok to open it.

I moved back the boards to reveal a small doorway carved into the fence, I managed to squeeze through although I was quite tall for a grade 7 boy. My blond hair got some mud on it and my knees were damp but I made it out of the school into the little forest next to it. There was a pathway connected to the small hole in the fence leading to god knows what, the sun shown directly on the path as if coaxing me towards whatever the world was trying to show me.

The sun illuminated the path with specks of dust floating in the rays. The birds chirped in the forest and the path crunched underneath my running shoes.

Suddenly a big drop of water fell on my head and I jumped back and looked up. The sky was covered with leaves as if it was a big umbrella. The leaves were drooping slightly and the forest felt almost. Alive.

A small breeze blew past and ruffled my hair which I patted back down again with my hand. I spotted some movement in the dark spots of the forest but decided my eyes were just messing with me.

The path opened up to a small area which was a lot less dense. The trees were scattered around and the ground with lush grass sparkling with dew. I heard a small creek nearby but I couldn't see it yet.

The sun shone brightly even though it was hidden by rain clouds only minutes ago. On one of the bigger trees was a treehouse that looked to be in good condition. Cautiously I walked over to it and looked up. It didn't look dirty or old at all, almost like someone kept it in good condition.

There was a hole in the bottom of the treehouse, probably to climb up. A small rustle caught the corner of my eye and I snapped my head to the bushes to my right. I started creeping over but suddenly saw the time on my watch. I had 1 minute to get back before the bell.

Without a second thought I started sprinting back through the way I went and almost jumped through the hole in the fence. Almost forgetting to put the wooden boards back I placed them carefully and heard the bell ring. Just in time.

Damn the school principals for making recess only 15 minutes. I'll just have to come back at lunch.

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