I Don't Want You to Get Hurt (Neal x Reader)

Going to School

(Y/n)= your name (l/n)=last name
(F/c)=fave color (h/c)=hair color
(e/c)=eye color
Note that the show is set in the nonexistent Chippewa, MI, a suburb of Detroit. Enjoy!
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It was a morning when I wanted to do anything but get up. The sun in Chippewa was peeking through my window past the thin (f/c) blinds. Cold September air blew my hair across my face. My alarm, for the first time in three months, went off: school.
Groaning, I rolled off my bed, stumbling. I sluggishly walked out of my room, which was strewn with clothes, and moped down the stairs. My little brother, Carter (should I put like (b/n) for brothers name instead? Comment!!), was already sitting at the table, scarfing down waffles in his PJ's. My dad was lying on his chair, covered by his robe, reading his book. My mother was packing Carter's lunch.
"Morning, (y/n)! Who's ready for high school?" My mom asked me. She smiled and handed Carter his bag lunch.
"Not effin' me." I groaned, closing my eyes and resting them on her shoulder. She patted my (h/c) hair and murmured 'language' under her breath. When it was 7:15 I finished breakfast and went upstairs to get ready. I brushed my hair and teeth, and put on my favorite outfit (not gonna control your fashion) and left to the bus stop.
The first thing I heard when I approached the stop was someone yelling hi to me. It was Sam. Lindsay was leaning against the stop sign pole.
"Hey, Sam!" I called. Bill shrugged his shoulders and kept standing near Neal, who waved slightly to me.
"Soooo....you going to school?" Sam asked, giggling lightly.
"What else would I be doing at the bus stop, silly?" I asked him, punching his shoulder playfully. He blushed and answered 'oh yeah' while awkwardly laughing.
--Sam's POV--
Oh my god, (y/n) is so beautiful. I mean, even with messy hair and stinky breath and kooky eyes she'd look wonderful. I don't know what it is, but something just radiates from her, it's a totally new feeling. The problem is, I can't talk to a pretty girl without committing social suicide.
You going to school? Dumbass, dumbass!! She can't like me...I mean maybe, maybe she does, but it's so unlikely...she's friends with Lindsay, kinda, does she know? I'd do anything to know how she feels about me. Anything.

Aright, ending the first part here. It's shit, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway! I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow (we're going to visit family in Virginia) so I'm not gonna be on for several hours. This'll probably have, like, one view by then (or less, probs). Thanks anyway
-Imogen (Louise)