25 to life // euphoria one shots

31 - silent artist

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- just a one shot. not really having any qualities of an x reader or imagine
- 1st person
- y/n's perspective
- all situations of different characters are mentioned
- the reader is an artist (you could choose what type of artistry) and also observant
- tw: mention of drugs and sexual activity (just a brief mention)
- inspired by me taking a walk and realizing what people around me could be going through. ok enjoy

school sucks but i have to go through it. once you step into that building installed with bright lights and school bells that constantly ring at certain intervals of the day, it feels degrading.

i clasped onto my backpack straps and let myself ease into the environment around me. there's so many things to see: plain walls, light teal lockers, traditionally minimalistic, office-like architecture with some lines and splattered dots here and there, chocolate brown doors. however, what stuck out from everything else was the people.

east highlands, maybe like any other suburban neighborhood near the city that existed, was a place full of dramatic, hormonal teens, trying to live out life by ripping through school work during the day, and living out a life of partying, drugs, and heated make out sessions at night like all teens with a rebellious "i-want-to-take-over-the-world" demeanor and a half-developed conscious does. it's like everyone has a story behind them connected with drama.

i noticed maddy and kat walking in looking like polar opposites, as if they swapped their wardrobes. maddy wore a thick jacket over a plain two piece outfit with a shirt and pencil skirt, whereas kat walked in with fierce, black stilettos, a see-through hem top, and a leather pencil skirt that complimented her curves well. they both had their eyes covered with glasses of darkening lenses. however, maddy seemed less confident than kat, as i watched her purse her lips, and furrow her eyebrows in a way where it made creases on her face, making almost negative reactions towards whatever kat was talking about.

i noticed rue and jules looking at each other with soft, happy smiles. i could tell they were in some form of a relationship or liked each other by the way they had genuine gleams in their eyes, little twinkles showing up in the corners of their irises whenever they spoke to each other with childish excitement. once rue and jules started walking away after closing their lockers, they linked their hands. they looked so cute together. but i could've sworn i saw nate and jules turn around to glance at each other almost simultaneously, maybe even on purpose. that was a bit weird to me. was there something going on with them behind rue's back?

besides all the lovey dovey couples scattered around the hallway, i even noticed the ones that seemed to be caught up in sorrowful dilemmas. i noticed how cassie, who was leaning her back against the wall, looked down at her phone, her face in frustration but also a drowning sadness. there was something up with her. and same with chris. it took me a while to find him but when i did, i saw him staring down at his phone, his eyes scanning something—perhaps text conversations all in grey—with that same daze of sadness. he didn't look frustrated like cassie did, but he definitely looked tired. whatever it was, i bet they had a problematic relationship behind the scenes. everyone was under the impression that they were together. however, if you just look around, you might find something else.

if you look carefully, at all the different faces, you can find problem after problem, tragedy after tragedy, excitement after excitement, pure joy vs pure sadness, all within people's faces. if you look hard enough, you can see past facades, and you can see breaking points. you can see that everyone has an intricately woven story, all with a different plot and set of characters, and you don't know what's truly happening behind closed doors.

i wondered if anyone ever paid that much observation towards me. i wondered if anyone could see past my apathetic expressions and chill, honest-to-the-bone personality. after all, while everyone dealt with the same old toxic relationships and drugs being past around at parties, i was just a silent artist drowning in wonder and curiosity.

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