You jolted awake. Your face sticking to the book pages slightly. "Shit." You mumble, scrambling into the kitchen to check the time on the stovetop. 7:45. You were going to be late.
You grab your book, throwing it in your bag and running to slide your converses on, almost falling over and hopping around. You run out the door, locking it behind you.
You ran. The hot, dry, air hitting your face. The school building was coming into view. You pushed yourself harder.
You made it in just as the bell rang. You hurried to class, out of breath. You slumped into your seat next to Dwayne. He gave you a confused look.
What happened?
You hold up your hand to signal for him to give you a moment as you tried to calm your breathing. "Woke up late. Had to run."
He shook his head.
You're sweating.
"Well, it's hot outside, Sherlock." You scoff, he narrowed his eyes.
Same clothes as yesterday.
"Dwayne. I woke up late."
He shrugged, pulling out his notebook for the class. You did the same. You listened in, eyeing the front board as the teacher wrote things for you to take notes on.
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Lunch rolled around. You and Dwayne always sat outside, in the shade. You were working on an assignment while you ate, highlighting words and paragraphs in various colors. Dwayne never ate the school food. Always said it was gross. He wasn't wrong but you'd never survive a full day without something in your stomach.
He watched as you worked. Not really interested. He was bored. He reached over and collected your highlighters. He grabbed your free hand and made you lay it flat, palm down.
Coldness hit your nails. You glanced down to see him coloring in your nails with the various colors. He started with your pinky; pink. Fitting.
By the time the bell rang, you had a fresh manicure. Your pinky was pink, ring finger was yellow, middle was green, index was blue, and your thumb was orange.
See you later.
You nod before you both split off in different directions for class. As you walked, you held up your hand. It was neat but there was some color that got on your skin. You loved it nonetheless.
You had a soft spot for Dwayne. You'd been his friend ever since the seventh grade. You were now freshman's in high school. Just recently he took his vow of silence. Two and a half months ago.
*Flashback*
"Y/n, I have something to tell you." Dwayne said, as he sat up. "What is it?" You asked, sitting up as well. "I think I'm gonna take a vow."
"A vow? Vow for what?"
"To not speak. A vow of silence, I guess. Just until I can finally fly."
"Until you can fly? Dwayne, don't be stupid. That's so long from now."
"I know that. It's to prove a point."
"When do you plan on starting it?"
"Tomorrow."
Your heart sunk. After today you'd never hear your beloved friend speak again for god only knows how long.
When you went home that night, Dwayne called.
"It won't be that long. You're making it seem worse than it really is." He spoke.
"It might seem easy to you because you don't even like talking to people but it seems difficult to be friends with someone who won't talk back."
"I'll talk through writing."
"No offense, but you write slow."
"I'll write faster. Jeez. I gotta go now. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Dwayne." You frowned. "Goodnight, y/n." The line clicked.
*End of Flashback*
End of the day rolled around. You met Dwayne at the front and walked to the sandwhich shop down the street.
You ordered for yourself and Dwayne like always.
Getting your food, you sat down at an empty table in the back.
You ate in silence.
"You almost done with your book?" You asked. He looked up at you through the hair that fell over his eyes and moved his hand in a 'so-so' motion. "Book trade when you finish?"
He nodded.
You always traded books when you finished them. Something you did ever since you let him borrow one of your books two summers ago. He never gave it back. Always forgot.
You smiled slightly and observed the boy in front of you. He met your eyes and gave a 'what' look. You shook your head, "nothing."
A/n: grrr I'm working hard with this shut up !! I got big plans...
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Yellow [Dwayne Hoover]
FanfictionYellow. Color of the sun, beautiful flowers, and often associated with happiness. You were his yellow. He was your yellow. Dwayne Hoover x gender neutral reader [Little Miss Sunshine]