Mr. Sparkle Finger Man (Benny Weir X Reader)

Meeting Benny

As I sat on the couch, writing my english paper for my 5th grade year, I heard a large thud coming from my mothers room. Last summer my father had died. It's been hard on everyone in the family. As I sat and closed my laptop, I heard my dog bark loudly. I ran to my mothers room and reached for the door handle. Locked. In a panic, I grabbed the side table in the hallway and slammed it against the door. Nothing. “Mother! Mother, can you hear me?! Please open the door!” No response. I slammed my fist against the door, crying and yelling, hoping my mother would walk and open the door. “MOM!!!!! ” I screamed.  I held her body in my hands as the blood coated my hands and clothes. “HELP!” I screamed. I continued to scream until one of the neighbors had finally heard my cries. She rushed to call the police. As I held my mother in my arms, I cried until the police showed up. Taking in the scene, a 10 year old girl holding her dead mothers body crying, is not something that they see all of the time. Because I am so young and with no family, I was placed in foster care. I stayed there until my 15th birthday, until there was a family. Though in Canada, it was a small town called Whitechapel, Ontario. As I was on the plane to Canada, I spoke to the woman. “ You will be staying with a couple who has two children. One is a 15 year old boy and his 9 year old sister.” I nodded to her and watched as I left my beautiful home of London and into the green and crowded housing of Whitechapel. I got off the plane and looked around. I noticed it was a relatively quiet town. As I walk to the car, I see a tall blond, light skinned girl and a dark, shorter girl talking. The shorter one looked annoyed and walked off angered. I got into the car and sat looking out of the window. Only was it 15 minutes later that we got to a 2 story house with all of the lights on. As soon as we knocked on the door, it opened to see a young girl. “Hello. You must be Jane. Are your parents here?” the girl nodded and then called to her family. Ross and Samantha Morgan. That was what I heard anyways. I walked in to see a very nice house with some family pictures. “Ethan! Please come down here, there is someone we want you to meet!” I heard a door open then close, followed by heavy footsteps down the stairs. “This is Y/n. She will be your new sister. We have just adopted her from London.” Ethan looked confused.

       “But we don’t have a spare bedroom. Where would she…” his face looked nervous and paused, “Wait... does this mean I have to share a room with her!?” His parents looked at each other and awkwardly smiled. “You got it! Yay...” We looked at each other and just stood there. “Ethan, why don’t you show Y/n to your room?” Ethan sighed and nodded, gesturing for me to follow behind him. I walked behind him until we stopped at a decorated door. He opened the door for me to see this AWESOME FRIGGIN ROOM! I smiled and quickly walked in with my backpack which contained my star wars crop top, 5 pairs of ripped black jeans, my mothers ring, multiple hoodies, my boba fett shirt, my tank top, multiple pairs of bras and underwear and my hygiene supplies.

       “Where should I put my backpack, if you don't mind me asking.” Ethan jumped at the sound of my voice. “Sorry, I just didn't know you could talk. Let alone have such a pretty voice, and your accent is pretty strong." He paused and looked out side and shook his head 'no'. He forcefully smiled at me. "It's there though. You can put your stuff right there, next to the window if you want. Also, if you want to change you can. I'm gonna let you settle in.”

      I smiled and nodded. As he exited the room, I changed quickly and walked out unto the kitchen where everyone already was. There was a new boy there. He was about 5 food 9 and had soft dark brown hair with beautiful brown eyes. Though he held his head a bit low, you could still see his sharp jawline. He has a few freckles here and there, with a round nose. With only a glimps, I could still see his beautiful teeth and his amazing lips. He was wearing a short sleeve green polo shirt with 2 white stripes on it with one button undone. He had blue jeans and black sneakers on. I could feel my face become a bit warm. We made eye contact for what felt like hours until Ethan introduced us. Benny Weir.