Katie X Fem!Reader

Who Am I?

Well, that's for me to keep secret and for you to find out!

Just kidding! Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/n) Wildflower Diaz. I'm a pretty short Hispanic girl who is clumsy and kind of shy. People mistake me and think I'm SO confident and strong. But I'm not, and only you know that. I'm really emotional and kind, but I can be rude if I want to, I know how to "not" care. I am questioning myself right now and it seems that everything is making my world turn upside down. It's crazy out here, but I haven't told anyone I think this way. Well, except for you.

I have never told anyone thanks to my mouth being shut from my parents. 

"Shut your mouth, (Y/n)!"

Yeah, it gets crazy you could say. My parents are abusive, mean, and excuse my language but a-holes really. They never care for me, so I decided to run away tonight. 

I am currently packing my bags, tears falling down my cheeks. I'm afraid of what will happen if I get caught this late up, or even worse, get caught leaving this hell hole. I'm ready. I stare out the window to my best friend's street. She'll be there for me. 

Ah yes, you haven't even met my best friend, Katie Mitchell. She is the greatest weirdo out there. And you know what? Weird has become a complimentary term for me thanks to her, and I'm not complaining; she is freaking awesome! She makes movies and directs films, things I could never do. I'm just little old me, not cool, not smart and not even weird enough. Just plain. I'm no rainbow, that's for sure. 

So, I climb out of my bedroom window and escape successfully, not even looking back at my house as I run away. I clench my backpack as I run to Katie's house. I pull out my phone and dial her number. When she answers, she sounds tired. I assumed. 

"What the crap, (Y/n), it's four in the morning." Her voice groggily reaches my end. I can tell she isn't on speaker, which is good. She heaves a yawn as I speak back to her. 

"I'm coming over." I tell her determinedly. I hear something drop from her side of the phone. 

"Now?!" She asks in a whisper. "I-I mean, I'm not complaining but why?!" I heave a sigh and cross the street, looking both ways. I have my knife in my bag just in case, but I don't plan on killing someone, just hurting them if I need to. 

"Because," I say, my breath getting louder as I run across another street. "I am finally getting away from my abusive parents." 

"O-okay, well I'm awake and ready for you." Katie says. I hear her running down to the living room. I smile into the speaker. 

"Thanks, you're the best friend ever Katie." Inwardly, my heart sighs at the word 'friend'. Why? Well, during all this questioning bullcrap, I kind of gained a crush on her. I'm thinking about it. I like her, I love her, she's been there, she's cute and very pretty, maybe even a little attractive. But she wouldn't see that, I know her. She's still trying to figure herself out as well. She told me first and I'm glad I know. 
As I reach her house, I can see her peeking out the window. I wave hurriedly and rush inside. "Katie!" I exclaim, but also sigh out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I rush and hug her, and she hugs me back. 

"Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you got away from there!" She tells me before the lights are suddenly turned on, interrupting us. I look and see Linda standing in the threshold with a tired and confused look on her face. 

"Katie? (Y/n)?" She asked both of us by saying only our names. We wave awkwardly before Katie starts to explain. 

"Uh, mom, there's, uh, an explanation for this," Katie begins to say, walking over. "You see, (Y/n)'s parents are abusive so she ran away to our house." I nod a bit, but feel slightly guilty.

"I'm sorry for waking you up Mrs. Mitchell, if you'd like me to leave, I can." Just as I'm heading for the door, Katie places a hand on my shoulder. I blush and look at her. She shakes her head.

"No, you can't go back there," She then looks at Linda. "Ma?" She asks simply, Linda sighing lightly. 

"You can stay for the night, sweetie, I have no problems." She tells me, looking at me directly. Her eyes hold that sweet mother-like sparkle. Linda will always be a mother figure to me. I turn to Katie and smile. 

"Sleepover?" I ask playfully. 

"Sleepover." She repeats with a chuckle. As we run past Linda, she calls out to us,

"Don't stay up too late girls!" After she says this, we agree in sync and head to Katie's room. 

"Excuse the mess." She tells me in an almost embarrassed tone. I laugh a little.

"Don't worry my room looks like this too." I say, hoping to make her feel better. She smiles at me and I melt. It's that smile that she gives me all the time. I don't show it, but I love how she smiles like that. 

So you've met me and Katie, and this move I just made, well, it's the biggest thing to happen to me...