Multifandom One-shots

5. Colors of friendship - x female reader (Dead Poets Society)

The time went by, second after second, minute after minute as I glanced outside from the school building. The leaves flying around like they were couples dancing. I don't know why, but I've always loved this time of the year. The changing colors of the leaves, the perfect temperature for walks and the way the sky looks in the mornings and evenings.

I continued to watch the autumn scene unfold outside, captivated by the symphony of colors and gentle rustle of leaves. Lost in thought, my mind began to wander like the birds when they fly over the horizon. But if you think about it, the leaves on the trees, are kinda like us people. The way their color sprout, kind of when we find ourselves, the way they fly away, kind of like when we start a new chapter of our lives.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the school bell. The class is over, already? Hmm, I must have been too deep in my mind to come free. I began packing my books and my pencil case. I looked around to find almost every student outside of the classroom. And, I mean, they are like small children. After every bell that signals that the class or school day is over, rush outside to do something else.

And since the school day is over, I decided to step outside and immerse myself in the crisp autumn air. The grass, now covered in fallen leaves, my footsteps creating a soft melody with the gentle breeze. Soon, I got to the sprawling oak tree, its branches reaching out like old friends offering solace. I settle myself on the ground, my back leaning on the old tree.

As I sat beneath the comforting embrace of the oak tree, I couldn't help but feel a connection to the world around me. The leaves above me seemed to whisper tales of seasons past, and the earth beneath cradled me like an ancient lullaby. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of autumn – a mixture of damp soil, decaying leaves, and the distant hint of a fireplace.

Lost in my thoughts, I began to reminisce about the English class that just ended. Mr. Keating's words lingered in my mind like poetry, inspiring me to see the world through a different lens. His unconventional teaching style had sparked a fire within me, urging me to question the norms and embrace the beauty of individuality.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities that lay ahead. The oak tree's branches, adorned with a few lingering leaves, seemed to point in various directions, each one leading to a different destiny.

Closing my eyes, I let my imagination wander. I envisioned a world beyond the confines of the school walls – a world where poetry and passion coexisted. The idea of embracing my true self, just like the leaves embracing their vibrant colors before letting go, resonated within me. It was time to embark on my own journey of self-discovery, to find my voice amid the cacophony of expectations.

The distant laughter of fellow students reached my ears, and in that moment, I knew who the laughter belonged to. A group of beautiful teenage boys, with a much bigger deal to them than meets the eye. Charlie Dalton, the irreverent flirt and comedic jokester, Neil Perry, the loving soul and passionate idealist, Todd Anderson, the shy introvert and quietly resilient, Knox Overstreet, the romantic dreamer and idealistic pursuer, Richard Cameron, the conformist dilemma and inner struggle, Gerard Pitts, the contemplative thinker and group contributor and Steven Meeks, the analytical mind and thoughtful scholar.

As their laughter echoed through the crisp autumn air, I couldn't help but be drawn to their lively presence. They were more than just classmates; they were a mosaic of personalities, each contributing a unique hue to the canvas of our shared experiences.

Charlie Dalton, with his irreverent charm, had a way of turning even the mundane into a comedy. His jokes were like bursts of color, adding vibrancy to our daily routines. Neil Perry, the passionate idealist, wore his heart on his sleeve, infusing our group with a contagious enthusiasm for life and literature.