pyromaniac (sal x reader) - REWRITING

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"____!" A shrill voice screeched from outside, "Why are your bags still in the car?!" 

You let out an exasperated sigh, you had no idea why your mother didn't kill her when she had the chance.

"I'm on it, Lindsay," You yelled back. she would give you a mouthful later for calling her that but you never saw her as your aunt and you never would.

Your mother passed away when you were only 4 due to a heart attack, so you lived with your father in NYC until he had his untimely passing when you turned 14.

Then you were forced to start living with your obnoxious, alcoholic and shallow, Aunt Lindsay.

The fact you were a spitting image of your mother - according to her - made her detest you more than she originally did. Lindsay wasn't able to have children of her own, so you only assumed she found it unfair that her 'perfect' sister was able to have children but she wasn't.

You slowly made your way to the car as Lindsay scoffed at you, "Move any slower, will you?" 

Your eyes rolled as if on instinct.

You grabbed your bags and shoved Lindsay as she tried to get past the doorway. You muttered a sorry before going towards the elevator.

"Listen here! You better start showing me some more respect because-" Lindsay started lecturing you but you tuned it out, it was like a bothersome white noise machine.

Instead, you noticed two boys and one girl who had just entered through the front entrance.

"I'm telling you, Larry, you gotta use conditioner once in a while! Your hair literally feels matted." The girl spoke, her voice strangely familiar, her makeup was done nicely but messy at the same time, heavy eyeliner surrounded her eyes, and her hair was shiny and looked soft, purple highlights attacking her dark brown hair—a purple sweater and skinny ripped jeans along with some trainers.

"Ash, you do know that everything you're saying is going into one ear and out the other." The tallest boy said, he had long, wild brunette hair, a bunch of piercings, smudged eyeliner, and a band t-shirt with cargos and beat-up reeboks. 

"Sal, what's your opinion on this?" 'Ash' asked.

"I'm not taking sides." He snorted. He was the most intriguing out of the three. He had a mask that covered his face but thick, layered, crystal blue hair that covered his mask. You could see two electric blue eyes, one shinier than the other. He wore a loose black t-shirt and ripped red jeans with blue converse to go with the whole look. 

They were all so attractive.

You must've been standing there for quite a bit because Lindsay snapped at me, "Well? Get moving then!" 

This caught the attention of the three people when the elevator doors opened.

The girl squinted her eyes at you before they widened, as soon as they did, the elevator doors closed, you and Lindsay began making your way up to the 3rd floor. 

It groaned loudly as it started to go higher up.

"____, we moved here to get a fresh start from everything. Please try to fit in here." The doors opened, and she left the elevator.