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"Fifteen"

AU—High School Reunion 🤪
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Once your phone goes off, you reach out to shut it down, but the face illuminating your screen tells you that ignoring the call won't work well in your favor.

"Good evening sunshine!!! Piet and I will be by tomorrow at four to pick you up..." Your bestfriend, and business partner gleefully announces through the phone.

"Do I have to go?" You whined like a petulant child, as you pulled your blanket over your head in an attempt to block out the moonlight.

"Yes, now stop asking! We're going to show up looking fine as hell, and shove our success in all of their faces."

"Wands, sweetheart, with all do respect, I'm a divorcee, nearing her late twenties with nothing but a business to my name and a cat at home to give my love to. We both also know that Mr. Mittens would kill me if given the chance, so really what am I left with to show off...?"

"You have me, I love you, and most days I don't wish to kill you.."

"Well, I can't exactly show off my best friend, now can I?"

"You can though, Carol's going to be out of town, my parents will have Christina and Jackson, and I don't have social media so no one has to know the truth."

You giggle quietly to yourself at the mention of the beloved twins, the same ones that she named after a Grey's Anatomy binge session that took place as she was on bedrest. Carol's protests fell on deaf ears, and her glare fell upon you as you vehemently stood by Wanda's side.

"Me knowing is bad enough, plus I'm sure Monica will be there with her new husband, so she'd know too. I'd rather just show up as the pathetic loser who's so emotionally stunted by her first love, that she failed to move on."

"Nooo pity partying Y/N/N..." She tiredly singsongs, her Sokovian accent slipping right on through as she merges into a yawn.

"It's just known as a party for me." You sarcastically quip, and she loudly groans through the speaker.

"Get some sleep champ, I'll see you in less than eighteen hours." She concludes before promptly hanging up on you.

You roll over, acknowledging the late hour, and fall into a restless sleep, full of the memories of your high school years.

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You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors, it's the morning of your very first day. You say "Hi" to your friends you ain't seen in a while, try and stay out of everybody's way
It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here, for the next four years in this town.
Hoping one of those seniors will wink at you and say:
"You know I haven't seen you around before."
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The Summer of '13 had proven to be a great one for you, as puberty had finally done right by you. You'd finally grown comfortable in your skin, and it honestly showed in the way you walked through the hallways of your new school with your head held high.

You'd gotten to see most of your friends throughout the hallways, even catching sight of your oldest friend Yelena Belova near your set of lockers. Over the years the two of you had drifted apart into smaller subgroups, but you still mingled on the regular. Seeing her excites you though, because that should mean her older sister Natasha is enrolled here as well.