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yerbamate

JSCHLATT 

"Shut up -"

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A/N: hi angels, before we get into this chapter
I have a few things I wanna say :

1. I'm so so so sorry for such short updates !! I've recently
relapsed, so a lot has been on my mind and I've found it
hard to write anything :( I'm trying really
hard to move out of this episode, but it's just getting super overwhelming, and I hope you all understand that that's why
I haven't been posting as much as I wish I could.

2. Thank you for 11k reads! I started this book only about
2 months ago and the support is seriously overwhelming <33

3. I am still taking requests, so please feel free to leave
comments asking for scenarios !! It would really help
make writing much easier <3

Anyways, that's all !!
I hope you enjoy !!

I walked through the isles of the store, my shoes dragging on the sticky floor and my eyes low from the fluorescent lights. Earbuds hung from my ears as the sound of radiohead drowned out the otherwise bustling store. I looked up and down the shelves for a while, silently making my way through the isles until my eyes finally caught sight of what I had been searching for. There, on the top shelf stood the bright yellow cans, the words "yerba mate" boldly written on the front.

I smile lightly to myself before walking to the shelf, a sigh escaping my lips. I reached up, feeling my sweatshirt rise slightly, before grabbing four cans and placing them in the small black basket that I had been holding. I then once again grabbed a few more, filling the small basket.

Once I had grabbed a good amount of cans I stepped back from the shelf, bumping into something, or well, someone in the process.

I turn around quickly, my heart racing as I try to find the words to apologize, but only find myself placing a hand on the body of whoever was behind me as support

"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize you were behind me"

I look up at the boy, almost shocked by his features. He was tall, or well tall compared to me. He had sharp features, a pointed nose, big brown eyes, a perfect smile, and light scruff around his face where it was apparent that a beard and mustache had been before. His hair was slightly messy under a black Yankees hat and he wore a large "Obama family" sweater with black sweats.

I hadn't realized I had been staring until I looked back up at him, only to notice that he had been staring too. A blush found its way onto my cheeks as I realized my hand was still firmly pressed into his chest for balance, making me back up as I mentally forced myself to find the will to bring myself back to a composed state. I cleared my throat muttering a small "sorry" causing the boy to chuckle

"It's all good, don't worry"

He smiled down at me before he looked up at the shelf and smirked. He reached over my body with ease, before grabbing a yerba can from behind me. Our bodies pressed up against the shelf as he did. I blushed again feeling every atom in my body scream as he leaned back.

"I'm schlatt btw... you are?"

"Y/N"

I barely muttered back, feeling all the confidence in me being drained the longer I stood in front of the boy

We stood there for a moment, before I noticed him look down at my basket. I watched as he threw his head back, laughing loudly. My eyes widened, embarrassed by his reaction as I looked around, seeing many other shoppers sending us questioning looks. I leaned forward before lightly slapping his arm and whispering a playful "shut up" to the boy before beginning to walk away.

"Hey- hey Y/N I'm sorry"

He quickly walked after me, easily catching up. He had one hand holding onto his basket and another resting on his chest as he calmed his breathing

"I just- that's a lot of yerba don't ya think?"

He chuckled again, and this time I smiled with him, embarrassed, but ultimately too tired and anxious to argue

"I have a caffeine addiction"
I shrugged
"It's better than crack"

Again, the boy was sent into a fit of giggles, and this time, I let him. I completely forgot about the stares as I watched him throw his head back, his chest moving up and down lightly. I smiled, before grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the check out

"Ok ok, I know I'm a comedian but we're gonna get kicked out if you don't stop cackling idiot"

He smiled down at me as he continued toward the check out, his basket hanging loosely from his arm

"i think I'm gonna have to keep you around Y/N"

THE AUTHOR SPEAKS :
still in love with schlatt >:( he's literally all I can
write about and namahskwmow anyways does anyone
know any good schlatt fics ??

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SO FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT

thanks for reading babe!!
hope you enjoy <3

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