||-Running Waters-||{{~Dabi x Liz~}} *Abandoned*

//~[Chapter 1; Memories Of Reality]~\\

{{A/N: Before we get into the story. Just know most of the drama happening is what's happening with my friends and I. It's also mostly what I see the world to be rn.
Author-Chan out~}}

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Ever since I could remember, my dream was to become a lesbian strip club owner with my friends.
It wasn't a normal dream I know. But my friends wanted me by their side and honestly, seeing them sad made me feel even more guilt than seeing my own family sad. Out of the whole group, ten people including myself were the support pillars for different things;
it kind of reminds me of a song. The one where it goes "Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away" by Katie Sky, it was some time ago when the song came out but since then I've felt more related to that song than my own life; "Hai bitch!" My tall hot friend called lacing her arm around my shoulders happily as I smiled back tiredly. "Hey" I replied blinking my eyes a couple times to wake my eyelids up.
"So, I've been thinking, since you're going to be the bartender- and manager, while I'm one of the strippers and co-manager we need people to dance at the club" I laugh at her enthusiasm. It was seven in the morning and she seemed more awake than I felt, though it was obvious she was tired as well.
Her clothes were all sassy like she owned the word 'chill bitch'; her choice in clothing were questionable but not bad. A baggy black shirt with a red patterned jacket with a few stains here and there while her pants were deep blue jeans, wavy deep brown hair hung to her shoulders while she had an oval-ish face. Not to mention her lips thin but pink while her skin was almost as white as snow, just a little greyer.
Kiana was one of the emotional support pillars, giving both the mental and emotional support our group needed. The next to show up to the small group was Rachelle, she was a little bit more confident about herself than Kiana and I; she wore a tight white shirt and black jacket that fell off her shoulders while she wore tight light blue jeans, her hair was blonde and short. No, she wasn't one of the emotional support pillars, Rachelle was more of the mental health pillars always checking on how we're feeling and if we're okay and what not. "Wassup bitches" Rachelle sang tiredly walking beside Kiana
next to join us was Amber. Now don't get me wrong; Amber was thee emotional support pillar. She put others needs above her own and whenever her friends looked sad or angry she'd be there; Amber's a bit on the chubby side like Rachelle but I didn't mind much!
Their my friends and no matter what anyone says I love 'em; Amber was wearing a plain grey shirt with black jeans and a light sweater. However her hair was short and God knows what her hair was before she dyed it
she looked good with her hair like that; after Amber was Alex. An annoying yet charming bitch who I had a slight crush on. Alex wore a black shirt that had Rick and Morty on it and a black jacket with deep blue jeans.
Alex's hair was black with dark brown eyes his joyous smile was only making his features pop out in the dimly lit morning sky, Alex's brown toned skin made him seem all the more attractive (Just to clarify, I'm giving them fake names beside Amber, Jeremy, Bella and Kiana I am describing what they actually look like irl.)
Literally not even two seconds later another joined the gathering group of friends. Bella, her black long hair and lifeless eyes only made her seem even more hot, no I wasn't into her, she just seemed so much prettier and shy it was cute. Bella was the one who needed the emotional, mental support. I don't know her all too well but from what I've heard being around her, her mom abuses her and is an alcoholic while her dad- I never hear much about him but from what I hear he abuses her as well and sometimes touches her in the wrong places.
You might be wondering where I fit in with this gigantic friend group. Well, let's just say I'm the invisible mental patient who gives love advice to others, I'm not special nor do I want to be center of attention all the time, though I want attention and want everyone's eyes on me like some spoiled brat;
I refuse to be one of those pick-me girls, but at the same time I don't want to be a burden so I don't talk much about my feelings and slip out of the group when I'm feeling upset about something stupid. Alex was walking beside me and seemed tense, he liked someone and refused to tell anyone who it was, so being the nosey investigator I was took notes on everyone he hung out with, who he hung out with the most and asked simple questions like "Who do you see only as a friend" and crossed them off the list.
I already know he doesn't like Kiana, Bella, or Rachelle so their off the list, I myself was on this list but refused to get my hopes up and assume it's me then get let down like many times before
Kiana knew where I was coming from, and she knew I liked him so she did the questions and eventually found out who he liked; Bella's clothing were a tight white shirt with black skinny jeans and a black jacket, mine were a simple yet stylish, moss green shirt with deep sea blue holed jeans with a large skull jacket Kiana gave me. At this point it was safe to say I also like her, both her and I had the same interests; we both liked anime, we liked to draw and write.
However, her choice in simping for people were questionable while mine were wack and worse than hers. I simped for men in or over their twenties. Such as the Japanese pro hero Eraserhead, and a few more heroes that'll be brought up later.
Everyone was creating conversations of their own and Kiana's arm that had originally been around my shoulder had been removed and she was now by Amber smiling and chatting away, Alex was still standing beside me staying silent and stared ahead, my eyes were planted on the ground in front of me listening to everyone's conversations like I wasn't even there.
I didn't care honestly. I just wanted sleep.

"Hey Liz, is it true you and Camron are related?" An annoyingly familiar voice asked walking over to my table in the back, ignoring him I continue reading. His name was Jeremy Cook.
Ginger hair and brown eyes with noticeable freckles scattered across his face made him even more attractive. He was more on the popular side than I was, Kiana was more outgoing and shy but was still more popular, I lived in a shell of my own thoughts and fantasies cooking up lies to make myself feel noticed. Kiana was the one who brought me out of that small cocoon "Liz? I think she's deaf" Jeremy laughed as a couple more of his friends joined in
side glaring him I place a book mark in the book and close it, slightly turning to face him my eyes narrow and a frown was visible on my emotionless face. "I'm not deaf, I was ignoring you. What?" I asked as thoughts and reoccurring daydreams popped into my mind. "Are you related to Camron Ham?" He asked, a growing smile spreading across his perfectly light skin. I held back the urge to smile and stayed focused on the question "At school yes, reality no. He's not my brother" I replied in a bored monotone voice
Jeremy 'tches and spins in a small circle turning back to face me who hadn't moved from my spot on the stool. "If that's all I'd like to get back to reading" I yawn turning back to face my table without a response.

Somehow I managed to get through the day remembering a few things, lunch was my main focus for now though.
Kiana, I and Rachelle were all in line side by side, the two chatting away occasionally dragging me into the chat once we go our lunches we met up with Amber and the others outside, our group was bigger than I'd like to admit. I didn't know much of them and the main people I hung out with were Kiana, Amber, Rachelle, and Alex.
Everyone here had their own interests, most of which were anime shows and some other things like drawing and what not. Kiana was like the mom of the group, she kept us from going separate ways.
Speaking of which I sat beside her shyly nibbling away at my lunch feeling like an outcast. Everyone was busy chatting, and talking away. After I finished eating I threw my food away and took off somewhere where I could be alone. Silently I wanted people to talk to me but as said before, I'm invisible. Quietly I lay on the grass and stare up at the blue sky littered with fluffy white clouds "What are you doing down there?" That same annoying voice came into play as the sense of being invisible faded away. Honestly deep down I was glad someone was talking to me but then again I wanted to be alone
"Trying to die" I responded looking up to see Jeremy staring down at me with a few of his friends beside him. "Why are you trying to die?" A girl asked, I think her name was Aida. She had black curly hair and glasses, like me. "Because, what's the point of living if you're not happy enough to live like the end of the world is tomorrow?" It sounded more of a question than intended too. She hums in response as all three walk away leaving me to drown in the silence I both dearly craved and hated.