Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 11 | sleepover

"Shut up you stupid piece of..." Y/n paused as she woke up from her deep sleep.

With messy hair and dark sunken bags beneath her eyes, She watched her phone screen turn on and off with notifications

Just before she could continue cussing at whoever decided to wake her up so early in the morning, the sight of Abby's caller ID seemed to excite her, soon that irritation she felt after being woken up so abruptly faded away, leaving her giddy as she reached out for her phone.

Y/n was added into a group chat with members consisting of Alex, Sam, Sebastian, Haley, her and Maru.

Town homosexuals (I think.. Y/n I hope ur gay, I have a crush on you

-Abby)

My purple haired wife:
Good morning Y/n! You busy tonight?

Wannabe Milf:
No?? Why?????

My purple haired wife:
GREAT, wanna have a sleepover at Haley's? We have this annual hang out thingy just to have some girl talk ykyk

Wannabe Milf:
If it's okay with Haley YES

Living dragon ball character changed group chat name to 'a certain farmer is very bad at hiding the weed they're growing at their farm and can that certain farmer hand some over'

Step on me (Haley):
MORE THAN OKAY, just be there by 7:30 pm

Saw this boy at the mall last week changed the group chat name to 'wait Y/n's growing weed?'
(A/n: Ya'll pls tell me you understand Sebastian's caller ID)

Wannabe Milf:
ALR I'LL BE THERE THEN, but Sam reminded me that I actually have some herbs to tend to so I'll see you later

Space girl<3 changed the name to 'Sebastian, snatch some of the herbs for my experiment and I won't tell mom about that bong you bought online last week'

Ignoring any more concerning name changes, Y/n put her phone back down on her bedside table, snickering to herself as she had not been growing weed.

Not that she even had the money to, Lewis would most likely question her antics if she ever dropped the herbs into the sellers box.

With one last sigh, Y/n stretched herself out of bed, her back cracking a concerning amount of times.

Changing into her work clothes, Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, smiling to herself about how baggy her overalls had been.

Thank god she'd been covering so much when walking around town, she just couldn't stand showing off so much skin when even she felt uncomfortable with looking at herself in the mirror.

If only she was a little more like her teenage self, though she was way more insecure back then, there were times where her insecurities were swept away using her god complex to strut through the city in whatever she liked, wether or not she was dragging all attention towards her.

One part of her wanted to feel that way again.

Another wanted to cry at the thought of the town seeing her out of her work clothes.

Maybe she could just show a bit of skin at the sleepover then?

It wasn't necessarily a terrible idea, it was just a way of getting closure with herself and feeling comfortable with being able to see her friends in casual yet expressive clothing.
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6:40 PM // later in the evening