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Gareth Emerson x Masc!Reader

Gareth Emerson - Stranger Things

Request: N/A (Wasn't requested)

Going with the new kid trope. That totally wasn't done before.

Background/Scenario: Obviously Reader is new to Hawkins, Gareth gets heart eyes at first sight.

Also, Just something quick, I do prefer writing in first person, but if you want me to write in third person, I am open to it, as I know some people do prefer reading it in that way. :)

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9:32am, Hawkins High school.

Hawkins, Indiana:

Only two pairs of feet roam the school's empty halls: my own and the principles. As the other students and staff members are in their respective classrooms, with either early planning periods, or teaching my present peers.

As Principal Higgins led me through the corridors, showing me to my locker and to the doors of my classes, eventually leading me back to my first hour of the day. "Again, this will be your first period for the day; Mrs.Click's History class." I nod, showing I was listening.

He soon knocks on the door, creaking it open, not waiting for a response. He steps aside, holding the door, waiting for me to walk in.

I thank him as I keep my head down and walk in. I bring my head up, after the click of the door closing and the rolling of the chair as Mrs.Click stands up.

She walks next to me as I look at her. "Right, class. This is our new student; [First Name][Last Name]." I look towards the other students. "Please welcome him, and offer help if you see him struggling. Now," She looks towards me, "Today is a study period; to catch up in other curriculars. You may choose what to do with your time." She clears her throat. "Gareth, raise your hand. You'll be sitting next to him, by the window." She addresses me in the last sentence.

(I just don't feel like coming up with a name, tbh)

"'Kay." My eyes searched, stopping at a lazily outstretched hand, connected to a boy who, if his hand wasn't raised, would think to be asleep, with his head laid down on his desk, being cushioned with his other arm.

As I walked, nearing the back of the room, I looked to the floor, to make certain there was nothing in the way of my path. Once I got to my seat, I slung my bag off my arm, ducking it under the desk.

Taking a look at him, ".. "Gareth"? You in a band or somethin'?"

"What..?" He asks, raising his head.

"It's just, your name... sounds like you'd be in a band." I shrug.

"Uh... yeah, I- I am."

"What are you called..?" I grin with contentment, awaiting his answer.

He clears his throat, adjusting his position. "Corroded Coffin. I play the-.. I play the drums." He fixes his eyes on me, for only a second; in that second, I see the deep, settled ocean in them.

"That's cool..." I nod, I look away from him. "Hey, what other classes do you have..?" I ask with a wondering frown.

"I-uh... Math with Mr.Mundy, Art, literature with Mrs.O'Donnell, Chem. with Mr.Keminski... That's about it."