..He closed the door and went to the drivers seat. "Where are we going?" You asked him, as he buckled you up. "I'm not a kid, you know.." You thought. He just laughed and turned on some music.

NOW PLAYING: TWO FEET - I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING

"It's a surprise~" He said, the engine roaring in the background...

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You gazed out of the window, watching the moonlight-covered trees pass by. Looking at the moon, you could tell that it must be around 1am already.

You turned your head and your eyes landed on the young man who was focusing on the road. 

"What is this... Feeling?"  You asked yourself in your thoughts. As soon as you saw him, an unknown warmth filled your chest. You were happy, enjoying his presence in the darkness... Everything was so calm. It always was like this when you were alone with him. 

The atmosphere wasn't awkward, it was rather comfortable. You couldn't help but stare at his extremely attractive side profile for good 2 minutes. You were lost, especially when looking at his red-tinted lips.. The lips you kissed not so long ago. A chuckle broke the silence.

"You're staring. " Scaramouche said, a slight smirk gracing his face. You gasped, immediately taking your gaze off of him and instead on your hands in your lap as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

The car came to a stop and you two got out of it. 

"Where are we?" You mumbled, taking in your surrounding. "Somewhere I'm sure you'll enjoy being at." He replied to you.

Scaramouche took your hand and you approached a small coffee shop, the bright light inside making it stand out in the dark city. 

You entered the cute building, noticing the lack of people. It was almost completely empty. You took a seat in a booth and Scaramouche sat opposite from you.

"Is this a... Date?" You smiled a little thinking about it before blushing and quickly shaking the thought out of your mind. It surely wasn't, after all- Scaramouche is a bitch. In the meanwhile the mentioned male pretended to not notice your small excitement.

"Welcome, have you already decided on what you'd like to order?" A monotone light voice said. You looked up and there stood a black haired waiter. He surely was handsome, you couldn't deny that.

"I bet Ayaka would completely fall for him"  You thought, noticing he's completely her type.

"Uhm.. Just a quad." Scaramouche grumbled. Why did he sound so pissed again? Short hot guys surely have a temperament.

The waiter nodded and wrote down his order on his notepad. "I'll take a latte macchiato and.. A french cheesecake please."

"Anything else for the beautiful lady?" He asked you in a polite tone. If looks could kill, Scaramouche would've been the cause for the poor mans 27th funeral already. The waiter looked like he was about to shit himself in fear.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to give her a compliment out of politeness..." The innocent man replied.

"Wasn't the best idea in-front of her boyfriend." Your so-called "boyfriend" said in an obviously offending voice.

"Boyfriend??" Shock was written all over your face. The waiter apologized, saying he had no idea but the jealous grumpy cat still looked like it was ready to kill.

"Scara.." You called softly, tugging at his sleeve. As you touched him you could swear you literally felt an electric spark shoot through your body.

But if you wouldn't do anything, he'd beat the shit out of the man. And hell, he'd be more than capable of it compared to the more skinny and weak looking waiter.

Scaramouche's eyes landed on your begging figure as he let out a long sigh.

"Excuse his behavior, he's not in a good mood.." You mumbled, silently pleading the waiter to just go. He nodded in response, signaling you that it was alright and he got your message. He rushed off to not cause a further scene and served the only other costumer there was.

"Seriously, you got some anger issues jeez. And what do you mean boyfriend? You can't just lie around like that because you got jealous" 

Scaramouche turned his head to the left, not wanting to listen any longer to you scolding him. "I didn't lie and I didn't get jealous." You could swear you saw him pouting like an offended child.

"What?.. Of course you lied, you're not my boyfrien-" 

"Oh yes I am" He cut you off, a proud goofy grin tugging at his lips.

After enjoying the 'bitch please' side eye you gave him, he decided to explain his words. "I'm a boy-friend. I don't look like a female to you now do I?" 

"Ehh. We'll he got some features that just look... Ye he'd be one hella hot girl" It was best to not speak your thoughts or else you might not get a drive back to your 'home'. You just stayed silent.

Your order came faster than anticipated- this time from a different waiter. Your eyes started practically sparkling after seeing your midnight snack, not waiting a second to dig in.

Both of you finished your drinks and food quite quickly but you wanted to stay a little longer just to admire the small but comfy shop atmosphere.

While your eyes wandered around, the only other person there was here caught your attention.  Something feels... Terribly familiar about their presence. Not in a positive way.

Scaramouche and you left the shop after paying but not before you again, gave the poor waiters another apology.

Right after you got into the fancy black car, the man handling the steering wheel did not hesitate to drive off into some direction that was unknown to you.

"Scara uhm, where are we going now?" You asked him, getting silence as an answer to your question.

For no reason you were slightly getting anxious- not because of the silent treatment you received- but simply because...

The strange gut feeling you got from seeing that single person didn't want to leave you. As if they were watching your every move.

You were starting to get a headache but decided on ignoring all the pain and the strange feeling you suddenly got for the sake of not wanting to upset Scaramouche.

Your door was opened by the just spoken of man. "We're here. Hey ya hear me? I'll carry you out if needed." Now why does being carried not sound so bad. Wait what?

You snapped back into reality, having to process what was even happening at this exact moment. Were you so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that the car came to a stop?

"Hmph." Scaramouche unbuckled your seatbelt, waiting for you to finally move your ass. Which you did a few seconds later.

A... Lake? You were at a lake. A really beautiful one at that where the moonlight was nicely reflected on.

The cold night breeze hit your skin as you walked to the shore with Scaramouche. You shivered a little due to your relatively short clothes.

As if the devil only waited for that to happen, Scaramouche hugged you from behind and buried his face in your neck. He not only was able to provide you warmth but also let your mind go crazy.

It was as if you felt real love for the first time. From a simple hug? Either you were really desperate or your body just knew he was the missing piece you had to hold on to for as long as you could.

A soft chuckle vibrated in your shoulder. "I wish we could be like this forever. In eachothers embrace. Not having to care about a single thing in the world. No fear of being abandoned or being betrayed."

How can a cold guy like him be like this?

You hesitated a bit to speak, simply because you felt so confused. "Uhm.. This does feel nice..." Hearing the hesitation from your voice he asked you if you were okay, to which you did not answer for now.

"Listen to me Y/N." Scaramouche started, turning you to face him, his arms still around you.

"You- you can tell me anything. Alright? Please. If there's anything that bothers you, tell me. You can trust me, after all I lov- ugh. Just know that you can trust me okay?"

Your cheeks flushed a soft pink at his sudden words and change of demeanor.

You recently noticed his tough guy act slowly crumbling the more time he spend with you. It was cute. Him acting all shy and trying to make you feel better.

As you tried putting on a small smile for him- sudden loud ringing could be heard inside your head.

"You're worthless. A useless punching bag that should never have been born at all."

"Oh, oh so, silly Y/N~"

"Nobody would even care to think about helping you- saving you."

You flinched as these sentences flashed through your mind- familiar voices screaming them. The horrible gut feeling returned. The gut feeling of them stalking you in the shadows...

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A/N:

OMG MY ASS IS ALIVE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

so it's been like uhh abt 7 months since I've last updated... Ehe? Ye okay an ehe doesn't make up for it

I'm veeeerrryyy sorry I just didn't feel motivated at all to write and also had a lot of shit to deal with

Hope you aren't to angry with me :P (I can't promise that there will be any update soon again btw)

This story slowly taking a dark turn i think? The writing might've also changed a lil and I'm sorry if i mixed up the story a lil it's just been so long

Anygays

Thank you for reading!!

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