𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕? - Kyle Scheible (Ladybird)

01. - ʙᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏ ·˚ ༘

January 7th, 2003, Sacramento, California. Mid school year for both the female students at
Mary Catholic School and the male students at Xaviers Catholic School. For y/n, yourself, the stress builds up immensely, as Christmas has just ended and you're forced to face the real world again and drag your feet as you walk to each class at your school. You cannot wait to graduate your senior year and move far away from Sacramento- the weather is too much for you, and so are the generic people you see everyday.

Generic boys with the same goals, half-assed work towards their dreams. Craving popularity.

Generic girls with glowy skin and soft hair. Pretty eyes that all the good boy's get lost in. Craving popularity.

Like your best friend, Jenna. Glowy tan skin from constantly laying in a tanning bed. Big, glossy blue eyes that stand out against her caramel colored skin and dark hair that looks good in any style.

Jenna has popularity. Popularity and money. And looks. She's the whole package. Good catholic boys find themselves flustered and hot after simply looking her way.

Now, you can't say you aren't jealous of how she can be so generic yet so beautiful- but you wouldn't want to act like her. Not one bit. You just wished you looked like her. Every girl that knew who Jenna Walton was wanted to look like her.

You didn't think you were all that yourself. You didn't see yourself to be anything other than basic looking, but you did believe you didn't fit in with every other generic person you've met. You have real goals. You're passionate. You're unique inside.

That's why it's infuriating you can't find a boyfriend who is just like you. Plus the looks you don't have.

There's a nudge to your shoulder. "Y/n?"

You blink. Back into reality. You sigh, and turn your head to see Jenna.

"We've been walking for like 5 minutes, and you're insanely quiet."

"Lost in my thoughts." You admit, moving a strand of your hair out of your face.

Jenna nods, continuing your walk towards the local coffee shop. You realize you're close. You can see the sign. Jenna beams with excitement.

"My boyfriend is gonna be there, reminder."  She tells you, still looking forward.

"Like always." She turns her head and narrows her eyes at you.

"I'll hang with you for a bit, don't worry." She assures you, turning her head back, walking a little faster when the sign of the coffee shop is up close.

You take a deep breath, and follow behind your long time best friend as she scurries into the crowd of people.

...

Sacramento is already hot enough, even in the coldest months, so being surrounded by hundreds of  sweaty and high teenagers, cheering and jumping for the band playing in front of them was extremely uncomfortable. You could feel sweat form on the back of your neck. You checked your wrist for a hair tie. Bad luck. You curse under your breath.

You feel agitated and hot. Not in the good way either. You're alone in the large crowd, as Jenna is towards the front with her boyfriend, watching and cheering for each of the musicians.