Alternate Paths | An Aphmau Reader Fanfic

Chapter 2 - Freshman year, again

Abbreviated Inserts

(Y/N) - Your name

(E/C) - Eye color

(B/F) - Best friend

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Due to you and Mari being in different grades, you don't have the same classes. Mari claims this is a good thing, saying that you both can keep track of all the characters at the same time. Which, unintentionally or not, is a good idea you admit.

You turn down the hallway while taking a glance at your schedule, Homeroom. This is the first class Aphmau had to go to, right? You ponder to yourself as you turn around a corner. 202, 203, 204, 107? Your brows furrow at the number. Why is it out of order? Does the school, the place of education, not know how to count? You continue down the hall and end up walking in a circle around the hall. Your confusion quickly turns into frustration, not about being possibly late but having to walk in a circle for over five minutes.

"Now I understand why Aphmau got lost so easily..." You murmur.

"So many lost freshmen today~."

You turn your head and are met with light brown hair and light blue eyes. Laurence. Ah right. You remember he bumped into Aphmau earlier and helped her to class. He is coming from the same direction that you assumed the class would be in, so you guess he's coming back from dropping her off. You blink at him.

"Well with these halls being so confusing, I'm sure they're more of em'." You scoff, pushing the paper schedule into your backpack. Laurence chuckles and shrugs.

"That might be the case. I've been here for so long that I've gotten used to it." He smirks. "I can assist you if you'd like." You forgot how cocky he sounds at the beginning, it's almost irritable. You sigh and dig through the bag to receive the schedule again.

While he checks out the paper, you sneak a peek at him. Getting to see him in real life is kind of strange seeing a character from the blocks come to life. His sun-kissed skin is covered with freckles and moles, all scatted across his cheeks and ears. You can even spot some moles underneath the collar of his neck. His baby-blue eyes are framed by his long lashes and half-lidded eyes. You can kind of understand why he's always complimented, that's for sure. Laurence looks up, meets your (E/C) eyes, and smirks.

"Please don't tell me you're falling for my looks~?"

Yeah, you should take back what your mind said a couple of minutes ago.

"Don't flatter yourself." As soon as the words escape your lips, you feel a tinge of guilt. "I was lost in thought it all..." The sentence didn't come out as believable as you'd like, but it's out now.

"No need to lie. I have that effect on most girls in the school-"

You motion towards the paper in his hand. "You don't need to brag about your popularity dude. I just want to get to class."

When you listened to him talk to Aphmau as a 12-year-old, he sounded way more charming than he does talking in real life. Though, you being irritated right now doesn't exactly help. Surprise registers on Laurence's face for a split second before his lips curve into a smirk.

"I just helped another freshman to the same class, Here let me walk you."

His tone has shifted, but you can still hear the slight flirtatious undertone. You wave it off and follow him because despite everything, you still like Laurence's character, at least from what you remember.