As It Was - Jschlatt x Reader

chapter two.

I fucking knew you did, Y/N.

You leaned back in your seat, tabbing back to your work program so you could pretend to work. You figured it'd be time to reminisce a bit, and wait for the clock to strike five. You'd already finished everything, it was fine. You closed your eyes, and let the memories flow.

When you opened them again, you were in your college dorm, your first year dorm.

-

"Y/N, we're gonna be late," Calico rose a brow, looking over her shoulder, "c'mon, we have to meet Schlatt, Charlie, Ted, and Wilbur outside for convocation!"

"Convocation's for idiots," you muttered as you pulled the ugly t-shirt with the Nittany Lion logo and your major over your head, "is there ANY way to make this orange look flattering?"

"Sadly, no," your roommate smiled sadly, "don't worry. At least it isn't this abysmal shade of piss-yellow."

Your friend was right. The orange of your Business shirt looked better than her piss-yellow shirt of Arts and Architecture. She did her best to make it match, but it simply didn't work.

"Maybe we just... Don't wear these," she muttered, tossing the shirt off and rummaging through her drawers, "it's vile."

"What, like your bra?"

"What, you don't like it?"

You shook your head wearily, turning your back and swapping the ugly orange shirt for one of your favorite crop-tops. You knew that the group was going to meet up with Charlie and Ted's partners and go downtown, probably to Champs or McDonalds. 

The group had met during the New Student Orientation during the Summer. Everyone immediately hit it off, and were all lucky to of been roomed with each other. They were even in the same hall! You almost felt bad for your unaffiliated neighbors, having to deal with the pranks the group would pull on one-another almost religiously, but it was all a good time.

"Get a shirt on," you said tiredly, watching as she pulled on a black lacy bralette and sheer cardigan, "fucking hell-"

"Shush, I'm here to look good," she huffed, pulling on a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses, "and break hearts."

"Yeah yeah Belle Delphine, we're leaving."

Calico grinned,  grabbing her keys and wallet, heading out into the bustling hall. To your relief, hardly anyone was wearing the ugly Convocation shirts. It made you feel monumentally better, knowing nobody cared enough to do it.

"There you two are," Schlatt huffed dramatically, "what took you-"

He cut himself off when he saw Calico, who was trying to walk and apply eyeliner at the same time. He got the hint immediately.

"Nevermind, I know why you took so long now."

"Sorry, Schlatty, I need to look nice," Calico retorted dryly, using her reflection on Wilbur's phone screen as a mirror, "since we're going out afterward."

"... right. Y/N, you look better."

"Schlatt, don't be mean."

You shook your head, herding the group outside and into the hoard of first years. Wilbur was kind enough to hoist the very tiny Calico onto his shoulders so she wouldn't get lost in the sea of people, knowing full well she would see something shiny and gravitate away. You really thought she could use a leash sometimes.

"You're quiet," Schlatt said idly, walking alongside you, "what's the deal? Nervous about school?"

"Yeah, I guess," you sighed, "I got accepted right into Smeal, that very rarely happens... I'll really have to grind so I don't lose it."

"Yeah, IST was super tough," he agreed, "but I don't have to maintain a 3.0 or above like you do. I feel bad about how much you'll have."

"You're sweet to say that," you said, eyeing the Bryce Jordan Center nervously, "I forgot how big it is..."

Schlatt softly nodded, taking your hand and dragging you in behind Calico and Wilbur. You'd been lagging behind. and Ted and Charlie plus their partners were inside already. 

"I always forget how big the BJC is," Calico grinned to you over her shoulder, "even though I live here. It's wacky, but I guess that's what I get for never going to the concerts here!"

"How many can it fit?" You asked curiously, being from out of state, "I knew it was big, but how big exactly?"

"Well, Beaver Stadium can hold 106,000 people," Calico said, "BJC can only hold about 15,000."

Your gaze flickered around the rapidly filling stadium, and you carefully sat in your seat beside Schlatt. You were between him and Calico, with Wilbur on the aisle since he needed the extra leg room. The crowd was overwhelmingly loud, and you covered your ears, feeling a sense of overstimulation. Luckily, Calico noticed, passing you a pair of earplugs.

"Here, don't worry about it," she grinned lightly, "just relax. Breathe, it'll be quiet once Barron comes out for his speech, and then we can think about what we're gonna get to eat afterwards. Piece of cake, Y/N."

You gleefully put the earplugs in, the noise becoming muffled and manageable. Now you knew you could trust Calico to be prepared.

-

You closed your eyes, and you were no longer in the BJC, instead you were in the office again. You sighed, stifling a yawn as you looked to Wilbur's stream again, watching as Calico laughed at a terrible Zoomer meme while Wil stayed poker face. Their humors really were different. Cal laughed at almost anything, and Wil was very specific.

"Cal, if you keep laughing-"

You watched as Wheelchair Cat came up in the media share, and the two of them just dissolved into the hardest laughter. You didn't personally understand the joke, but there clearly was a joke, since they were just collapsed in fits of giggles.

"Alright, chat, should I have one more life?" Wilbur wheezed, grinning to the camera, "or should I get off and watch a movie with Calico Soot?"

You watched as a poll went up. They said to watch the movie. He said his farewells, and the stream ended right at five. Good timing, you wanted to go home. You logged off, and made your way out of the office, headphones now playing your favorite song.

You and Wil really enjoy streaming, huh?

Yeah, we do. I moreso pop into his now, unless we both are in MCC or something. I wish you stuck with it.

Me too.