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cannedbeefaroni · 1 year ago

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The Birds and the Bees: Part 1 (Timothy Klitz X Reader)

Part 2

Summary: You are a bit of a failure and a hot mess. You have no social life, but you're lucky enough to be invited to your very first college party, despite being a social reject. You end up running into some guys you went to high school with, and it's extremely awkward.

Content: Friends to lovers. Eli acts weird and pervy as per usual. Reader is approached by a creepy guy for a second.

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia in part 2 which includes smut.

College fucking sucks. You knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but you always thought, at the very least, you could finally catch a break. A break from all the bullshit social pressures of high school, the need to be conscious of how your peers perceived you, and the desire for approval. None of that ever went away, it only got worse. High school never ended. You felt like a zombie going through the motions everyday. Sometimes you’d strike up conversations with somebody, maybe feel a connection, but a week later never speak again. Your social life was nonexistent, and all you did was wake up, commute, go to class, commute, then go to sleep.

There were often times you’d fantasize about finding the perfect friend group who’d include you in various fun escapades. Maybe they’d invite you to parties where you’d actually feel welcome. You did have acquaintances who you’d talk with briefly, and they apparently were all in the same friend group. You didn’t exactly feel included, but they’d sometimes invite you along on outings that you’d almost always decline because you thought it was a setup for some nasty joke. One time you were weak and gave in. You figured going to a party full of strangers would suck, but goddamnit, you just wanted to try something new for once.

You always thought house parties only existed in movies, but it was more believable being a college thing rather than a high school thing. Come to think of it, all throughout high school you felt like a child, and you only started feeling like an adult around age 19. Maybe that fact was the reason why you felt like you couldn’t fit in at college. Your social skills were severely underdeveloped.

This house party in particular wasn’t like the movies. It was chill, and everyone seemed to be lounging around with blunts and an array of alcoholic beverages while music blasted over the speakers. There was a group of girls drunkenly talking loudly over some juicy gossip, and there was at least one couple making out on a couch. Whoever’s house this was took the time to even set up LED mood lighting. It wasn’t that bad at all. You felt embarrassed that you took the effort to wear a dress, even though it was just a casual, plain black dress. You figured you’d end up feeling insecure, so you brought a zip-up hoodie to wear over it.

You sat on the couch, and a girl you recognized greeted you with half lidded eyes and a lazy voice. She passed you a beer can, then giggled at your wide eyed, confused expression. You already felt extremely embarrassed. You decided to down the can as fast as you could, hoping to get yourself tipsy so you’d stop feeling so damn anxious. You made your way to the kitchen counter, hoping to find a drink that would sufficiently ease your nerves.

Fuck it. You’ll do some vodka shots.

It felt like a hard punch in the throat, but it left you feeling so funny. You could hear some guys around you laugh at the faces you made in reaction to the vodka, but you couldn’t give less of a shit. You had drink after drink, drowning out your senses. You felt dizzy and needed to lay down. You shuffled your feet around the house, looking for somewhere to lay. The vibrations from the bassy speakers made your head pound, and you groaned to yourself as you slumped around. Finally, you threw yourself onto a couch, closing your eyes. Your head hit something, but you just stayed there and let out a huge sigh as your hands covered your face to block out the obnoxious red lights.

“Where the fuck did this chick come from?” You heard some guy say as you looked up. His eyes were wide as if he’s never seen a woman before in his life. Suddenly, the couch moved underneath your head.

“Uh… I don’t know. She kinda just laid here and I don’t know why…” you heard a voice come from directly above you. You froze as you realized you just slammed your head into a stranger’s lap. You sat up quickly, leading you to butt your head into the person’s nose.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It was an accident!” You exclaimed as you held your head in your hands, having another reason for a headache.

“What? You head butting me or you cuddling up on me?” He held his nose and scrunched his face.

“Uh… both I guess?” You squint your eyes as you try to piece together words in this state.

“Fuck man, we just got here and you already got bitches on your dick?” The other guy said in the nerdiest, whitest voice you ever heard come out of anyone.

“No, she was clearly just trying to lay down,” the boy on the couch said relatively calmly in response. You didn’t know why but he looked really familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Klitz, her head was basically on your dick.” The other one grinned like a doofus.

Suddenly it hit you. It was Timothy Klitz from high school, and you just happened to run into him at this random college party. He looked pretty much the same as back then, but his hair had grown past shoulder length and he no longer had those bowl cut bangs. You’d like to think you and him were friends, but being extremely insecure back then made it confusing. Back in those days, the two of you were often placed in the same classes. You were both the kids that usually nobody wanted to partner up with (unless Klitz was lucky enough to have one of his only two friends in the class), so teachers would make you two work together. He was a really nice kid, he could tell you had a really hard time socializing, so he’d sometimes sit with you at lunch or even offer to hang out with his friends (which you tended to avoid because they were pretty weird). You remembered the one time you asked him to help you study for a test, and he invited you to his house. That was when you realized you had a crush on him, because you were so flustered about being home alone with him that you couldn’t remember anything you went over together. Afterward you grew distant from him and struggled to even talk to him. Your biggest regret was at graduation, he asked to exchange numbers with you, and not even a month later you lost the paper before you could put the number in your phone. You felt like such an idiot, but now you were face to face with him again and had to confront these feelings you had suppressed for so long.

You tried to come up with how to formally greet him after this fiasco encounter. After a solid minute of silence, the best you could come up with was a meek, “it’s nice to see you again, Klitz.”

Klitz stared down at you in response, eyebrows raised, trying to remember where he knew you from. “Oh! (Y/N), I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” his eyes went wide when he finally remembered.

“You didn’t recognize her cuz she got wayyy hot. Wasn't she that girl with the frizzy hair and glasses that gave you the cold shoulder? Yeah she grew up,” his friend, who you now know to be Eli, rambled as drunken idiots often do. Nothing he said shocked you. You completely remember him being the reason you avoided Klitz’s friends. You didn’t hate him per say, he was just so loud and weird and perverted. You however did accept the backhanded compliment with a nervous laugh.

“Hi Eli,” you said out of politeness.

“Heyyy you got a boyfriend?” he slurred.

“Okay! Bye Eli!” Klitz passive aggressively said as he got up to push him away. In response Eli started slap fighting him like a cat.

“Relax bro, you can have her. Just remember your training,” he put his hands on his shoulders as he whispered loudly to him. He then kissed his cheek aggressively and skipped away, flapping his arms, saying, “love ya Klitzy! Bye!”

You stared off at the weirdo making his exit. Klitz sighed, slumping in his seat as he put his hand to his forehead. “I’m really sorry about him.”

“Nah, it’s fine. He’s… kinda cute?” you giggled. Yeah you thought he was a little cute and funny, but you were mostly saying this just to see how Klitz would react.

His face scrunched in confusion, “on what planet?”

“Well… not as cute as you, for sure,” you said trying to sound honest but joke-y at the same time, which in retrospect is impossible.

He laughed, “again, on what planet?”

“This one,” you said more aggressively than you intended.

Klitz didn’t respond, he just took slow, awkward sips from his cup. You felt insecure, like you completely failed at your first attempt at initiating flirting. Sitting in silence makes you realize how bad your headache has gotten. More people had arrived, and there were so many loud voices on top of the loud music. You leaned your head back against the couch and rubbed your eyes. People were crowding the area and bumping into the couch, even further disturbing you. You felt overwhelmed and contemplated leaving. You started getting up off the couch.

“Where are you going?” Klitz asked, startling you because you assumed he wouldn’t even notice you leaving.

“Oh… I’m not really feeling good, I need to get some air.”

“I can take you to the backyard, so those frat boys who just showed up don’t bother you…” he said monotonously. It definitely seemed like if he were sober he would’ve definitely not asked that.

“Okay…” you took his hand instinctively, even though he wasn’t offering it. Despite that, he held on to your hand and led you out the sliding glass doors. You dragged behind him as you looked up at his face, which was looking forward. On the way out you bumped into several people, one of which cussed you out.

The backyard was empty besides one person sitting on one of the lawn chairs having a smoke. Beyond the back porch were a small grassy field full of dandelion puffs and old overgrown trees. There were cups and bottles on the ground from party goers. Over the porch were warmly lit wall sconces and fairy lights. The two of you sat on a wooden bench against the wall.

“Hey, I just wanna say sorry for, uh, never calling. Like, I asked for your number and all and I kept putting it off,” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, basically doing anything to avoid direct confrontation. You thought he just didn’t care enough to reach out, and even after hearing him say that you found it hard to believe.

“It's fine. I mean, we’re in college now. You probably have a really busy social life on top of school,” you said with a sour expression, trying to sound understanding.

Klitz scoffed, “what social life? Only person I talk to these days is that douche back there cuz we’re roommates. Our other friend, Matt, is too busy with his fancy school and girlfriend to give a crap about either of us. So honestly, I was really happy to run into an old friend tonight.” He gave a tight lipped smile and looked back into your eyes.

“I feel the same way. You were so nice to me back then…” you looked down at your lap as you felt his eyes burning into you.

“Well, I wanted to help you out because we were one in the same. We were both picked last for everything, so I wanted to have your back, since I know how bad it feels. But… I know I kinda annoyed you back then.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“At some point you kinda just stopped talking to me. Maybe I did something stupid and didn’t realize it, but it’s fine it’s not that big a deal,” he grinned nervously as he tried his best not to make you feel bad. Your heart sank when you realized that all this time he did, in fact, care. Even worse, you made him feel like shit because of what you did.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I never meant to stop talking to you. It just happened. I just…” you trailed off.

Klitz was bending forward to get his head to your level, but in doing so all you could focus on was how he was getting closer. “It’s okay if you forgot about me. I’m not exactly the most memorable guy,” he didn’t mean to sound it, but his tone was incredibly sad.

You frowned, “I remembered you… I actually thought about you a lot. I still do,” your face grew even hotter. Even though you’d rather die than confess your feelings to him, you figured you might as well while you’re still kinda drunk.

His breathing hitched, growing more tense. “What do you think about me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” he said stiffly. He shifted in his seat as he grew more nervous, but he didn’t move away from you.

You didn’t notice that you were inching closer to him.You started to feel his shaking, hot breath against your face. Your eyes were darting back and forth between his eyes and lips. In an extremely bold move, you swept his hair away from his face to get a better look at him. “Klitz, do you have a girlfriend?”

He rapidly shook his head in response, not breaking eye contact.

“Do you like me?” your eyes burned as they stared into his, pleading for him to say yes. He looked away and held his fist to his mouth. His face turned bright pink to match the drunken redness of his nose. He cleared his throat as you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

“I do,” his voice cracked, “I always thought you were really pretty,” he said innocently as he looked back into your eyes.

The backyard lights reflected in his eyes made you want to cry. You couldn’t believe what he said, and thousands of possibilities flashed in your mind. In that moment he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, and knowing that he felt a similar way made you feel like you were more than enough.

“I should’ve told you,” you wanted to cry in shame, “I was so scared that you didn’t like me back, so I tried to forget about you. I just couldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I like you back? You were a beautiful girl and I was just some ugly nerd,” he reluctantly put his hand on your upper back, trying to be comforting, but worried about coming off as inappropriate.

“Please, I looked like a geeky 12 year old all throughout high school. You were always so kind and smart and cute. Yeah, some guys had tons of girls chasing them, but you were the hottest guy to me.” You wanted to throw up from opening up all these extremely repressed feelings, but you couldn't just sit there and let him think he was just some ugly bastard.

“Uh… even though I had that ugly haircut?” He was trying really hard not to get too flustered, but he was already grinning like an idiot.

“I thought it was cute! It gave you character,” you giggled, “but I like your hair now too.”

Suddenly, the door slid open, and a group of people poured into the backyard. They were loud, obnoxious, and wasted. You tensed up as they bustled past you, a good amount of them were brushing past your knees. Some drunk guy decided to stand directly in front of you and lean his elbow against the wall as he hung his head. His crotch was directly in your face and it made you extremely uncomfortable. You looked up at him for a second and looked back down. For some reason, he took that as an invitation to try talking to you.

“Y’from around here?” is what it sounded like he said, but he was mumbling and slurring his words. None of the guys standing around you noticed or cared about what was going on. You decided not to acknowledge him, and you heard him slam his fist against the wall. You froze completely.

Feeling a hand grab yours, you looked over and saw Klitz saying “lets go. Now.” He dragged you off the bench, away from the drunk guy. As you got up with Klitz, you heard the guy say “fuckin’ bitch,” before the door closed behind you. The inside of the house was packed. You had no idea the party was gonna get this crazy. You were still frozen, and the only anchor you had to reality at the moment was his hand. Trying to get to the front door felt like walking through an endless maze. Once the two of you left the house, you finally took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Klitz asked. You couldn’t answer. You just started crying. Your hand was still holding his, so you pulled him into a hug. Your face was buried in his shoulder as he patted your back. He let out a gentle sigh.

“I wanna go home,” you weeped, as tears and boogers began staining his shirt collar.

“It’s okay, I’ll walk you home,” he shushed you like a baby. He definitely wasn't the best at comforting you, but you appreciated the effort.

“I- I… I live an hour away and I got here on the train…” you sobbed pathetically. Before you got to the party you thought you’d have no problem getting home. But now it’s 1 AM and you have no idea if you’ll be safe.

“That's fine! You can crash at our place,” he assured. You looked up at him slowly, and he looked away bashfully. “I mean, we have a pull out couch. You can sleep on that, and I’ll just share the main bed with Eli,” he explained, desperately trying not to sound creepy.

Your face grew hot. There was so much you wanted to say, but all you could was “yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

Part 2

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