"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?"
"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ,"
"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?"
꧁ ༆ ꧂
~sequel to 'Sing for me'~
In which a boy with amnesia forgets the last few months of his life after being shot. The blood loss affects his brain and he fo...
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Mini A/N: um don't talk abt the song bc literally i had no clue what to put so i literally went on spotify and got this from a playlist called pov: ur being bullied so- if u have a better song pls lmk <3 sᴏɴɢ: ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ʀᴏᴀʀ ꧁ ༆ ꧂ 𝑌/𝛮'𝑠 𝑃𐒆𝑉:
Neteyam, Lo'ak and I walk together while Kiri, Tuk and Spider trail behind us.
"Bro it will be so cool seeing the guys again," Lo'ak nudges Neteyam who groans, "Only if they have manned up, they act like babies," Neteyam rolls his eyes.
Lo'ak laughs, "Only to you since you were always so serious. Loosen up bro," he nudges his brother who just scoffs in annoyance.
We begin to hear the sound of beats drumming and a smile grows on Lo'ak's face. While to Neteyam it did not seem like such a long stay with the Metkayina, Lo'ak had waited for a long time to return.
"Lo'ak scram," Neteyam suddenly commands his younger brother who gives a confused look before giving in and joining the others.
I tilt my head at him, wondering what the sudden need of privacy was for. "Hey can we keep the memory thing to ourselves?" he asks and I nod, "Yea of course, why?" I inquiry and he sighs, "If they hear that I got shot and lost my memories I will never hear the end of it. I also do not want them to know of my shameful outcome from the war," he points to his chest and I roll my eyes.
"You made a brave sacrifice, there is no shame in that. But yes, I will not bring it up," I agree and he smiles, entangling his fingers with mine.
"Sooo, we dancing tonight?" I scoot towards Neteyam as we walk. An amused look grows on his face, "We singing tonight?" he teases and I roll my eyes, shoving him with my shoulder at his nagging.
"We are dancing though, you got to show me your Omitaciya moves," I poke his cheek and he sighs, nodding his head.
꧁ ༆ ꧂
The celebration has fully come into view, people all around dancing to the rhythm of the music. There is a large bonfire where teenagers gather and adults eat.
"All this for you guys?" I backhandly insult them as I question him, "With the war? These old folks use any excuse to throw a party," he explains with a laugh and I smile.
I tug his arm, not wanting to wait any longer, "Come on then! Dance!" I attempt to pull him and he groans, "No one our age dances," he brings up pointing to the group of teenagers that simply watch as their parents embarrass themselves.
I roll my eyes, "I do not care. It is not like they can think I am any weirder," I click my tongue and he frowns, "Stop it, you are not weird," he reassures me and a smile creeps onto my lips. "I know that,"
"Then let us-mmph!" I smash into a chest as I turn around. I take a step back, rubbing my nose, "Shit! My bad," a boy now apologizes to me and I put up a hand, "Sorry, I should have looked," I say without looking up.
