|| Enemies to Lovers/ Roommates AU||
Lindsay walks into the room, trips on absolutely nothing, and falls flat on her face.
That's just her luck, and she's used to it.
She was sent off to spend a week with the perfect teenage boy, Namjoon, whom she...
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"It all started when Miss Awkwardness met Mr. Accident Prone, they fell in love and then they had me. Hi, I'm Lindsay and my life... it's pretty craz-WOAHHHH!" the brunette teenage girl shrieked as she was sent flying to the ground by a rowdy group of teenage boys who happened to rush past her, laughing loudly.
Within moments, Lindsay's face had collided onto the gravel pavement. She groaned in frustration as she lifted her head up to scowl at the bumbling boys.
"Watch where you're going, you doofus," one of the boys with a ruffle of messy hair called back to her while running towards the school buildings howling with laughter.
Another chortling boy leapt to his side while slamming his palm onto the other male's in a powerful high five. "Nice one, dude," he complimented his mate while adding a fist bump.
To her utter misfortune, the newly joined boy turned his plump face with cheeks dotted with scarlet pimples to Lindsay who was still pathetically on the ground trying to pick herself up.
"Maybe you should stop talking to yourself first, dork," he guffawed and joined his friend in a row of laughter filled with mockery before both of them turned on the heels of their dumb dirty sneakers as Lindsay would prefer to call them and marched off to the school entrance.
"UGHHHH, when will they ever stop!!!" Lindsay groaned loudly in exasperation with her hands clenched into fists, still on her knees on the painfully hard pavement.
"Hey, are you ok?"
Lindsay could recognize that sweet feminine voice anywhere. It's by far the only voice from the entire sea of students at her school that could bring her true joy and comfort. It was none other than her absolute best friend Laila.
She looked up to see the sunny face of her bestie who had her long dark hair in twin braids around her slim face which was completed with a pair of light blue glasses. She had a look of genuine worry for her friend at the moment and was reaching her hand out to her in attempt to help her out.
Lindsay gratefully accepted and hoisted herself off the pavement, her knees which were about to get blisters in a few moments silently thanking her.
"Thanks for having my back, Lai," Lindsay said while smothering her tattered hair until it looks decent enough so that the principal wouldn't shave her hair off or something and send her home.
No kidding, it happened to one of the girls last term who was apparently much bold enough to enter school with her hair dyed pink. She didn't leave, nevertheless her once gorgeous locks are now shorter than a pixie cut. Well, at least hair can always grow back.
The two best friends started their slow steady walk to the school while chattering away.
After a couple of laughs over the latest funny videos they watched over the weekend, Lindsay started to speak in a low sad voice. "Lai, do you ever think I would grow out of my clumsiness?" her head was slightly bowed as she gazed melancholically at the little gravel stones which rolled down random paths as she kicked them absent mindedly.
