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Skittery♛

A/N : I forgot to write the accents so shut up

-THE Bowery Beauty-

You were a former newsie. Like any other. You have had many relationships and partners throughout those days. When your time came to an end as a newsie, you were considering 'too old' even if you were only 20. You still had a whole life ahead of you. So, you became a bowery beauty and preformed for the queen herself, miss Medda Larkin (Or Larkson).

One boy, who you were great friends with at the time and also had the biggest crush on, was the only of all of your friends to never visit you at the theater. You never knew why. Maybe because you dated some of his friends for a time being? Not sure. You needed to stop thinking about that boy anyway. He probably has a life, plus you were perfectly happy dating another man. But it just felt so wrong. When you were with your friend.. it was almost like you felt meant for each other.

You were getting ready to preform, your costume and makeup on, Medda was reminding you what to do and to move gracefully. To 'get the audience going'. You were the opening act, a lot of pressure. But Medda said she put you there because she believed you were ready. She says you have a ton of potential.

The lights cut and you made your way onto stage, your shiny, shimmery, and gold. You had yellow feather fans to match with your yellow feather headpiece. The curtains opened to reveal you. Your fans covering your face as you slowly removed them, getting cheers as the lights shone brightly on you.

As you were preforming you flirted with some crowd members and did your dance, slowly dragging your gaze over the audience until you came upon a familiar face. Him. The boy you hadn't seen in forever. The boy who you were great friends with but never came to see you. Like you were a stranger. Your heart hurt.

To top it all off with a cherry on top, he had an arm around a girl. A wealthy looking one at that. You wanted to cry, scream, shout. You kept face in front of the audience though. You couldn't break character.

Suck it up.

You continued your performance flawlessly as usual, as soon as the lights cut off and the curtains closed, you ran off stage, your eyes welled up with tears waiting to be shed.

You passed Medda as tears flowed from your eyes, Medda attempted to stop you but she needed to be on stage as soon as possible.

You made it to your dressing room and sat down. Staring at yourself in the mirror, noticing every imperfection. You sobbed. No wonder he chose her over you. You are a nobody who works for Medda. Thats all you are. Outside of that, you're a total loser.

You heard as Medda's mic cut off and the show was over. You could hear the cheers. Medda knocked on your door.

"Darling, may I come in?" She spoke in her oh-so calming voice, you didn't have the voice to say yes or no so she just walked in. "Oh, sweetheart." She gasped lightly, walking over and giving you a sweet hug. "Whats wrong?"

"I- I- he-" You continued to stutter, unsure of how to phrase it through your mess of emotions. You couldn't find the voice to say anything over your sobs. You were a mess.

"A boy, hm?" She whispered, rubbing your arm as she side hugged you, calming you down drastically.

You sighed and began to speak, voice cracking frequently, "I had- I had a friend, and I truly loved him unlike any other boy I dated- a-and" Your eyes started to well up again and Medda shushed you sweetly, encouraging you to speak.

"I saw him with another girl and he never comes to visit me- w-why?" You sobbed into your hands, gasping regularly, trying to get air into your lungs from sobbing so much.

"He's been avoiding you'se?" Medda clarified, making sure she completely understood the situation. "I'se dont understand why he would, sweetheart." She comforted, you started sobbing harder, "Its because im ugly! Why would he ever like a girl like me?!" You yelled, sobbing, your eyes were bloodshot red and you were getting tired, Medda eventually had to go do something.

"Get some rest." She spoke as she left you to your own thoughts, until she walked in not even a few seconds later. "Hey, Y/n, darling. You have a visitor." She spoke calmly, in her soothing voice.

"Tell them I dont wanna talk." You buried your hands in your face but Medda clicked her tongue. "You might want to talk to him." She advised as she left the room, someone stepped in and closed the door and it clicked shut.

"Hey, Dollface.." You recognized the voice and immediately matched it to its face. Skittery. The boy you were crying over in the first place.

"What do you want?" You mumbled through your hands, refusing to look up at the boy causing you this pain. "I just wanted to say you did great out there... why are you crying?" He spoke, his voice was confident. He's always been like that.

"You, Skittery! You!" You yelled in a rage, as you stood up and slammed your hands onto yoir dressing room table, looking back at him with furrowed brows and fury written all over your face.

"...Me?" His confidence dropped and you could tell, he was clearly confused and not sure about the situation.

"I saw you with that other girl, Skitts!" You exclaimed, yelling. Damn it. You just openly admitted your jealous. You needed to get your act together.

"What? You mean my ex-girlfriend?" "How come shes your ex, huh? Why was your arm around her and why were you even together in the first place?!" You stomped up to him and shoved him back into the closed door, not making any approach further.

He hit the door and stepped away from it slightly. "We were going on one last date to say goodbye!" He tried to explain himself. "No! Why was your arm around her?!" You're acting like you're his girlfriend when in reality you two are distanced friends.

"We wanted it to be as real as possible. We just broke up after we left the building and shes long gone. Also you cant be talking when you broke my heart every time you said you had a new boyfriend!" He yelled back, getting up in your face.

"I-" You were speechless. You broke his heart? He felt just like you did.

"I tried to move on but no girl feels right! But you, Y/n. You feel natural, almost like you were meant to be with me." His voice lowered slowly throughout his rant, his eyes holding the same amount of heartbreak as yours.

"Can we just.. not fight- and, be on the same page?" He spoke slowly, approaching you, and hugging you. You squeezed him, not on purpose, just out of instinct.

"May I kiss you?" He asked, pulling away from the hug slightly and looking down at your lips impatiently. You nodded without hesitation.

His lips crashed into yours.

This felt natural. Like he was the one.

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