☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A boy discovers his
dead lover faked her death
for years to escape her old life
The words written were undeniably hers.
"Even in death, he's still mine.
Remember that.
𝐋♥︎𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
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I DON'T FEEL SPECIAL
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IT WAS AN AVERAGE BORING MONDAY, and to Y/n, this first Monday of the month meant one thing... they were serving lasagna for lunch. Y/n knew the lunch lady only because she made the lasagna which was always messy- messier than usually prepared.
Y/n had some unsettled dilemma with the poor woman based on how she made it, and she has no shame in admitting it.
She was prepared. Nonetheless, Y/n made a ham sandwich and some peanuts and packed them for the day.
Her class was farthest from the cafeteria, so she knew Finn would most likely have already been seated with his lasagna before she made it, and when she arrived, y/n was correct.
Millie invited herself to their table even after Finn told her he couldn't help her, though it didn't keep her from being the third wheel. Y/n plopped herself next to Finn, crossing her arms over the table.
"Hello, Love. It's your favorite day." Finn smiled against her cheek when he kissed her, his hand rubbing her leg. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring her face feeling flushed. "You guys know how I feel about Lasagna."
Millie said, "I never knew you didn't like lasagna." Y/n shrugged, leaning onto her chair. "Yeah, Y/n swears it's not good.
But it's the same as spaghetti but in a different font." Y/n glanced at Finn before whipping her head away and to her backpack.
Y/n huffed dramatically, pulling out her sandwich and peanuts. "That's all you're eating?" Finn asked, but there was no answer. "Do you want me to buy you a drink?" No answer.
"Y/nnnn..." Finn whined; Millie watched as he begged her to let him buy her a drink while she ate silently with a playful smirk. "Only if you promise spaghetti is better." Y/n finally spoke, and Finn shook his head vigorously.
"Lasagna tastes better and looks better; spaghetti just looks like mush." He argued, picking at the food in front of him. "You're brain looks like mush because anyone with a normal one would know spaghetti is better."
Finn grabbed his heart dramatically, "Take that back!" he gasped, and y/n gave him a blank stare before holding her hand out. He laughed, handing her his wallet to get something to drink.
He watched her walk away before Millie called his name, "Finn, why did you let y/n take your wallet?" she wondered. Finn shrugged.
