4. Ice cream socialIt had been a bad idea from the start. Turbo never should have given in to Felix and Vanellope’s pressuring. After all, it wasn’t that important for him to socialize, was it? Or if he had to start talking to other people besides his newfound surrogate family, he could just stick to the other characters in Sugar Rush, right? Because given his reputation, there was no way that a trip into Game Central Station could end well.More Like This
He should have listened to his gut instinct. But he didn’t. And so he was hearing those awful words that he was powerless to defend himself from, only now they were dripping with even more poison and contempt than they had thirty years ago:
“Well, if it isn’t the ghost boy.”
Turbo and Vanellope were at Tapper’s by themselves, for the first and last time. The grown-ups had allowed them to go on their own in a sort of “we trust you” gesture. However, after the events that were about to transpire,
GoldenYou look at him.More Like This
You run his features over in your mind, as he stands rigidly in front of you.
Short. Adorably short. He has to strain look up at your face, for he's just shy of half your height. In his wide, innocuous, bright baby blue eyes, there is a constant sense of heroism, purity, and adoration. Soft, light brown bangs hang loosely from the edge of his simplistic hat.
They catch in the wind and float freely, portraying an image like the summer birds in the careless wind.
You keep seeing his eyes.
His eyes, those oceanic eyes, are the only things keeping you anchored, the only thing keeping you from falling back into the desolate void, cold and unfeeling.
Stealing a glance down towards his hand, you feel as if you want to laugh. You want to kick yourself, shoot yourself in the foot, punish yourself.
You think to yourself-
Stupid fool... A glitzy, shimmering piece of utterly worthless pixelated gold isn't going to solve your problems. Don't tire this poor man with your pathe