Yn's pov:
I throw the study book across the room and fall to the ground. "Woah, watch where you're throwing things," Gallo says. I'm crying with my head in my knees. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, walking to me. "I'm never gonna be able to pass the test," I say. "Why do you say that?" He asks, sitting next to me. "You'll judge me..." I say. "We don't do that here," Stella says, sitting down. "Promise?" I say. "We promise," they both say. I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes. "I have dyslexia.. my brother, too.." I say. "So what does your brother do?" Gallo asks. "Same as me. It took him a while to get through the academy, tho.." I say. "How did he?" Stella asks. "Heh. His firehouse made him a recording of the study book," I say. "Oh. Well, we could do that," Gallo says. "Yeah," Stella says. "Thank you!" I say, hugging both of them.
A while later I call him. "Hey.." I say. "Hey yn," he says. "Mateo! Is that yn!?" I hear Marjan yell. "Yeah!" He yells back. "HI!" She yells. "HI MARJAN!" I yell. "Anyway... what did you call me for?" He asks. "Guess what?" I ask. "What?" He asks. "They're doing the same thing the 126 did for you! Recording the study book," I say with a huge smile. "That's amazing!" He says. "I know," I say. "I'm glad they're nice," he says. "Yeah, me too.." I say. "Are you still thinking that you're dumb?" He asks. "Cause you're not. At all," he says. "Thanks, Bro.." I say.
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Multiple Series Oneshots
Fanfiction911 Lone Star, Station 19, Grey's Anatomy, and Chicago Fire Mostly angst.. Some with self insert and some with just the characters.
