(we back hoes😛)
The walk to home wasn't long, but it felt like ages walking on sore legs. It was 6 in the morning and you only left Finneys house now because staying for breakfast felt all to unnatural and as if you were intruding on something meant for a family. As close as you and Finney had gotten you hadn't got the chance to meet the rest of his family (apart from gwen, which then again, you only spent a night with.) therefore things would only turn out... awkward for everyone.
The subtle morning breeze granted you peace and you basked in the early morning sunlight, before you opened your creaky door and entered back into your eerily dark home.
'wow. horror movie much?" you thought as you flickered on the lights and the house sprang back into life , god you hadn't been too afraid of that movie you watched yesterday but now you were having second thoughts just imagining the creatures from the movie hanging on the ceiling.
"oh my fucking god." you cried out , realising there was again no food left as the last food you had was either eaten by you or brang to Finneys house to watch the movie.
well, you'd liked to rest a bit before you headed out again, so you ran up to your bedroom and grabbed your cassette and some head phones before plopping them on and playing your music ; your mind drifting off to whatever your could think off , your music was becoming a hum in your ears and your eyes began drooping "not a bad time for a nap" you muttered under your breath before slipping out of consciousness.
you woke up with slowly, sitting up to find your headphones tangled on the pillow and the music slowly playing through them in a low intelligible manner and you'd wondered how long you slept for , seeing as the sun was now at its peak and the fact that your tummy was uncontrollably rumbling, desperate for some type of food. Your mouth felt dry and you tried your best to not focus on that, though unsuccessful. You slowly trudged your way downstairs and walked into the kitchen, spotting some takeaway leftovers and a stack of money, curtesy of your mother you could only surmise. Oh well, who were you to complain right now? soon the leftovers were heated and eaten and your clothes were changed , a couple bills from the stack of money in your pocket and you walked over to the local shop. Your thoughts drifted off to that stupid game, and that equally stupid boy - although attractive.
YOU ARE READING
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - vance hopper x reader
Romance"HEY, I WASNT DONE WITH THE GAME!" you yelled "shut it 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 , you were about to beat my score." - a story in which the grabber doesn't exist , but everyone else does.
