TW- drinking
Memories with a project...
They ended up doing the letter c. It was pointless but they had some ideas that could make it a fun presentation, maybe it will end up boring if they get stage fright.
"How did you even find this YouTube video?" He asked as they looked at a documentary of the letter c.
"I got reccomend it." She replied.
"What the hell do you watch?" He asked, well it was an odd video to get recommended.
1st person POV
We had most of our information done. And then we start the presentation, I had insisted on writing scripts to reference off of.
"I think we can move onto our presentation and go back if we need more information." He grumbled.
"We are good on information... I think." I replied.
"Which color?" I asked as we looked through the themes.
"Black, makes the words stand out better." We started with getting all the slide styles before focusing once again and putting info down.
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."First group to present will be Billy and Timothy." The teacher stated. They walked up and did there presentation. It was boring to say the least, along with the ones that followed.
"Y/N and Schlatt." Oh gosh. We walked up to the front of the classroom and projected my laptop screen to the board.
"Our project is on the amazing letter C." Schlatts voice bounced off the walls loudly. We joked around slightly as we talked, explaining its origins and such.
Schlatt stood up in the podium, his voice projected through the mic so everyone could hear him.
"-revoke the citizenship of Tommyinnit and Wilbur Soot!" He yelled catching
Y/Ns attention to say the least. He had an evil grin plastered on his face as the two boys ran, some chased after them with crossbows loaded.Y/N stood next to Schlatt. He put his arm around her shoulders.
"What ya think Y/N! They're gone, finally!" He smiled looking into her e/c eyes. She managed to befriend Wilbur so it hurt to say the least.
"Nice to see those bastards run." She lied feeling the fake happiness leave her tongue.
He took a sip of something and she could smell the reak of alchohol coming from it.
"Bad time to drink Schlatt." She sighed, looking over to the bottle. He just continued to look at her.
"Tubbo!" He suddenly said, taking his arm off of Y/N.
What the fuck? What was that?
"And that's why C is the best letter!" Schlatt concluded, snapping me out of my trance. We walked back to our seats.
"Next up is Finn and Nikoli." The teacher mumbled.
"I say we did well." I whispered to Schlatt.
"I wonder if this is graded." He whispered back.
"If it is we deserve and A."
"No a C would be better. If not our whole speech was pointless." He joked back.
"The letter C may be better but I want an A for my first grade of the year."
"Fair enough."
"Hey Schlatt?" I asked while knocking on the door to his home.
"Come in." Was said, muffled by the wooden door. I walked in and Schlatt sat at the dining table, beer in hand.
"You need to stop drinking." I sighed sitting in a chair across of him.
"Lifes shit. Y'know that Y/N?" He asked.
"I agree with you but you cant just sip your problems away." I said in a hushed voice for no reason.
I look over to Schlatt as he boredly watches the other people do their presentations. This one was on the Beach.
"Y/N... Y/N, promise you wont hate me for this?" He whispered, barley audible.
"Schlatt, I won't hate you." I looked at him with worry.
"I- Y/N, I love you-" he started with a slur in his voice. My face dusted with a blush.
"Schlatt your drunk." Was all I replied with.
What is going on? And why about Schlatt of all people.
"I may be drunk but I still know my feelings!" He lightly slurred while standing up. He started to trip but caught himself on the chair in time.
"I knew you wouldn't take it well," he sighed, "I ruined a bond." He sighed, looking down to his feet.
I tried to bring my focus to everything around me and not to think about the crystal clear what ever you call them in my head.
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