Sean's POV
"(Y/N), can we change this song?" Lyla whined from my desk chair, "It's making me sleepy."
"No!" They demanded from next to me, resting their head on my shoulder.
I looked down at them, afraid to move because of how comfortable they looked leaning against my shoulder.
(Y/N) told us that they had a pretty messed up day at home.
I was in the middle of inviting them over when they had already shown up at my doorstep, welcoming themself into my house. Of course, I didn't mind. Especially because they had been sobbing out of their mind on my floor, and didn't let me touch them for like an hour. Shortly after, Lyla arrived too to help comfort them. (Y/N) then warmed up and sat next to me on my bed, but they didn't tell us what was wrong.
We've all been sitting around in my room; Lyla at my desk and (Y/N) sitting right next to me on my bed, listening to a band called "Whatever, Dad" on my speaker to help (Y/N) calm down, since they was pretty upset and that was one of their favorite bands. Once again, I didn't mind.
Still afraid to move, Lyla whispered my name multiple times before I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Sean!" She forcefully whispered, this time
I looked at her, who was motioning towards (Y/N) on my shoulder.
They had fallen asleep.
Seeing them so sad and pissed off earlier, to peacefully resting on my shoulder sent a warm feeling down my spine.
I took it upon myself to lay down a little more and wrapped my arms around them.
I felt (Y/N) cuddle up to me a little more, which made me blush.
I heard the sound of a camera shutter.
"Shit."
"Lyla!!" I whisper shouted at her, seeing her phone pointed at me holding (Y/N) in my arms.
"Stupid ass ringer sound," She muttered, fiddling with the ringer on the side of her phone to turn it off, knowing that was what got her busted.
"Delete that right now, I swear to god-"
"Aww, you look like a tomato, Sean," She laughed, "Can we turn the music off now? I'm gonna fall asleep next."
"No, man," I started, "They'll probably wake up and bite my hand off."
"Do you know why they were so pissed off earlier?" Lyla asked.
"No idea, probably had something to do with their mom," I told her, looking back down at (Y/N).
My dad has been generous enough to let them come over whenever they wanted to escape their home if they needed to.
He and Daniel love them.
I think I love them, but of course, I don't have the guts to tell them that yet.
I haven't even told (Y/N) that I liked them yet.
I keep denying it to Lyla, but I've always made it so obvious.
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We're Just Kids (Sean Diaz x NB Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N), 16, has been struggling with their mental health for years since their father's passing, causing their mother to fall into deep depression and take her anger out on her child. They began looking for a fresh start by moving in with their boyf...
