You're Quite Strange [Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader]

°*•[Delusion: Chapter 15]•*°

You liked Sal Fisher. It was dumb and out of the blue (no pun intended), but you liked him. Of course, you confided in your sister and best friend because what else were you supposed to do? It's been a minute since you've had a crush on someone, and it's not like you could actively pursue the boy, so you preferred to bother Larry and Viola with your dramatic antics.

"I don't know bruh, it's like, the way he looks at me makes my heart pound. And he's so nice to me, like it's actually insane." You threw your arms into the air, exasperated. You were seated on the counter in your kitchen as Larry helped Viola cook dinner.

"I think you're insane- Larry pass the salt please," Viola started. "I don't think I've ever seen you crush on someone this hard since elementary school."

"Hey! It wasn't even that bad." You defended.

"(N/N), you kissed me on the cheek then ran away laughing like a fuckin' Disney villain, it was that bad." Larry snorted.

"Ugh, you guys just don't get it! He's basically everything I've ever wanted!"

"You say that any time you see an alt boy with long hair, get it together babes." Viola waved you off.

You huffed "Whatever! He said he thinks I'm really cool, so that basically means he wants me." It was a joke of course, but it was something fun about pretending.

"Oh my God, you're unbelievable." Larry groaned as he maneuvered around Viola to stir something on the back eye of the stove. You laughed and smiled at the two, hopping down off the counter to further harass the people in your kitchen.

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The following day was the first back from winter break. It was cold as fuck, and you cursed yourself for being so fashionable in the middle of the winter. Your outfit was all black, with your top half adorning a long sleeved shirt with a square neck cut out. Over that was a matching jacket with fur trims, and on top of that was an even thicker puffer coat. On bottom, you were wearing flared pants with lace detailing around your ankles and a silver cross chain belt. On your feet was a pair of chunky black sneakers with a little spider charm dangling from the shoe strings.

(Picture this but the shirt is longer)

You looked good as fuck, but if you had to stand out by this bus stop for any longer, you were sure your lip gloss was going to form ice crystals. Despite absolutely hating mornings, you were always the first person out at the bus stop, with Larry damn near missing the bus every single day. You huffed, a plume of smoke escaping your nostrils as you breathed out.

The sound of a conversation was growing near now, the sound of snow crunching noting multiple people. Your face lit up when you saw that it was your two favorite boys Sally and Larry. You quickly ran over to the two, immediately pulling them both into a hug.