𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 | ☆彡𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐮☆彡

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Dahlias pov:
*flashback to 7 years old*

"i'm so bored." i whines to mom.
she's my stepmom but i call her my mom.

"well," she thought as she stirred the food in the pan.
"how about you go over to the neighbors and ask if they have kids that wanna play."

"oh ok."
i jumped off of the barstool that was next to the counter and grabbed my shoes.

i walked outside and i made my way to the next door over.
i knocked and a lady opened the door.
"hi sweetie."

"uh h-hi i was wondering if you had kids to play with me. m-maybe we could go to the field behind the houses."
i said nervously.
mostly cause german was my first language and i wasn't fully fluent in english yet.

"actually i do have a son. let me ask him if he wants to play." she smiled.
"J! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE."

a boy around my age walked down the steps.
"what?" he put his hands on his hips.

"this young girl wants to play."

"hi. i'm j."

"hi! my name is dahlia."

"i'm miss schlatt." she smiles sweetly like she wasn't just yelling at her son.

" you like soccer?" i asked.

"yeah." j replied.

"wanna play?"

"sure."

i ran back to my house and grabbed my soccer ball.

"ok let's go." i said excitedly.

"can i go mom?" j asked.

"yeah. be back by 7."

"ok."

we walked toward the field.
"what school do you go to?" i asked.

"the one." he looked out into the distance. "over there!" he pointed.

"i go to one there too."

"i think i've seen you before."

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"um, m-my mom said we have too much food and i-if you want to come over." i said to j's mom.

"tell her i said i would be more than grateful to go over. let me put on a face of makeup."

i nodded and waved bye to j.
he waved back and i ran back to my house.

"mama!" i took off my muddy shoes.
"mrs schlatt said yes!"

"ok dear. did she say when she's coming?"

"she said that she's... putting on a face."
that's kinda weird.
she already has a face.
i wonder if she's a murderer.

"oh ok."

i heard a knock 15 minutes later and opened it to see j standing there.

"hey!" i waved and invited him inside.

"hey!" he replied.

his mom trailed behind him. "hey miss dahlia!" she smiled sweetly.

"hi mrs schlatt." i gave a toothy smile back.

*back to present time*

"did i put too much seasoning?" niki asked sadly, motioning to my unfinished plate of salad.

"no! i just," i thought for a spilt second. "my stomach hurts a bit."
i saw her face drop slightly.
"but not from your cooking! i got jet lagged or something."

"oh ok!" she smiled softly and picked up mine and her plates.

i felt bad but i just can't.

"hey so i was wondering if we could meet up with tubbo, since you guys are friends, and maybe tommy and his girlfriend."
niki smiled.
"we were thinking maybe lunch."

"sure!" fuck.

i'm so tired bro i need like a coffee or something.

"well let's go get ready, we still have two hours so we could go for that coffee you wanted."

it's like she can read my mind.
"that would be amazing."

she walked over and hugged me.
i put my head on her shoulder.
"i'm proud of you."

she's... proud of me.
no matter how many times she tells me. i can never believe it.

i just sniffled, my throat hurting with unfallen tears waiting to spill.

her hands wander to my hair and she played with it while i stayed in her embrace.
"you wanna let go?"

my first instinct is to say yes to not be a burden.
but.
i cant.
i shook my head no.

she picked me up swiftly and ran to the bed and i laughed, holding onto her so i wouldn't fall.
she plopped us down and we laid staring at eachother, still laughing.

"i want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, ok?" she put her forehead against mine.

i lent toward her and she did too.
we kissed.

as we pulled away i noticed her eyes.
they were a blue and she had smudged mascara on her bottom lid, making her look like a very pretty raccoon.
"raccoon." i said spaced out.

"what?" she laughed.

"no it's just your mascara is smudged. so you look like a raccoon." i said without thinking.

she giggled and hugged me. "i feel like a raccoon. i'm gunna take a shower."

i nodded and saw her grab her clothes and leave to the bathroom.

WHY DID I SAY THAT?!

fuck i forgot my ADHD meds.

after a few minutes i fell asleep.

nikis pov:

i brushed out my freshly blow dried hair.

i put on my signature eyeliner and walked out the door.

i walked into my room and sprayed some perfume.
i fixed my hair in my mirror and saw a pear a legs sticking out from behind me.

i saw a sleeping dahlia passed out on my bed.

were they always this skinny?
surely not, i would've noticed.

i saw her arm that was uncovered from her hoodie sleeve.
it was littered with self harm scars.
but old ones.
thank god.

her eyes opened. "how do you pronounce worcestershitzer sauce?"
she asked out of nowhere.

"worcestershire?" i shrugged.

"YEAH!" she pointed. "wosterhsireter. wostershireter. the worstershitser sauce. WASHER AND DRYER SAUCE."

"there is so much wrong with all the pronouncations." i laughed

"WASH YOUR SHIT SIR SAUCE."
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i based the last scene from an actual convo with a friend earlier.

also shoutout to garfield.
no reason just think he needs a shoutout.

song of the day: please please please let me get what i want by deftones.
i love the smiths vers. but DEFTONES GAVE THE SONG SUCH A GOOD VIBE!!

anyways make sure you eat food and drink water (i'm looking at you Ghostytv_nat ) <333

-indigo :D

March 24, 2024