・ ╭・𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ?!
╭╯ranboo x fem!oc . . .
╰﹕❝ 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌. where's my quill? ❞
in which, a quill brings two
people together, despite
all the things its been
through.
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chapter 3. — [ triggers ] — none.
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I AWOKE TO MY MOM WAKING ME UP.
"you're 4 hours late." She said.
I groan and cover my head with my blanket. "then— why'd you wake me up."
"i was going to ask if you wanted to still go."
"no, mom. i literally slept at 7 am." I yawn.
"oh. i've noticed you have had headaches these pasg few days. you haven't eaten or gotten that much rest in a while. you should eat something." She gets up and walks out the room.
I reach for my phone and open Instagram, immediately getting a call from Minx. She probably saw my account go active.
"why aren't you in school?" Her accent filled my room.
"okay! hi mom, remember that i slept at 7 in the morning?" I answered, brushing my hair.
"oh, well niki wanted me to ask you what your friends name was! just in case—" Minx cut her own sentence off.
"uh— his name is ranboo."
"oh? it's a boy? hm. well the name sounds familiar, but let me add niki into the call and ask her if she knows him." She says as I hear some clicks from her side.
"okay. i'm going to get some food, i'll be back!" I place my phone down onto my bed and walk downstairs, looking over to the couch and seeing my mom sleeping.
I quietly walk into the kitchen and grab two pieces of toast and one avocado, placing the toast in the toaster and grasping a small bowl.
I combine avocado, lemon juice, salt, and pepper into the bowl. Gently mashing the ingredients with the back of a fork.
I grab the toast and top the toast with the avocado spread, also putting on some olive oil and sprinkled tomatoes on top as if it were sprinkles. My lips formed into a subtle smile as I walk back upstairs.
