Y/N P.O.V:
I can't believe it. Gone? Dead? My heart is racing as I text Seven millions of questions, all with vague answers. Like, "Yes, he died earlier this week" and "Sorry you didnt get contacted sooner". He said that the funeral was in Friday and everyone would be there.
I put on my shirt and pants and run barefoot to my car. My shaking hands wrap around the smooth handles of the door and I pull it open. I dive inside and forget to buckle. The car starts and I hit the pedal.
At 707's House/707 P.O.V:
It's so quiet here. The only sound is of me crunching my potato chips. I'd normally go on the chat but...what's waiting for me? I jump at the sudden sound of a door knock. I rush up and open the door.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" I whisper loudly. "I-I couldn't take my lo-oneliness any l-longer." She stuttered. You could tell she had been crying. "Y/N I-" I pulled her into a bear hug. Not letting go, I close the door with my foot. "Let's talk." I say seriously.
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That felt amazing. Well I see some people read my books. For those who really do, thank you! I see that making stories can change EVERYTHING! I like these changes. Thank you again! Toodles!
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707 x Reader (continued!)
FanfictionYou have known 707 for a while now. Over the years, you start to want to hang out with him more. Soon you find out your love for him. Can you confess before time runs out?
