Why did this take so long to finish?
Requested by: @1273luna1273
Warnings: Cussing
Here ya go!! Enjoy!!{Your POV}
If you ask someone why I'm popular, you'll get a lot of different answers. I'm apart of student council, competition One-Act Play, part of the volley ball team, and was on the dance team. My dad owns a popular bakery/coffee shop, I was really nice and helpful, and I was just a little shy bean. As a popular kid, you would think I would like all of this attention, but I actually hate it. Don't get me wrong, I love helping other and being apart of all the different school groups, but with everyone looking at me and watching my every move, it kinda puts an extra load of stress on my back. I don't mean the work stress, I mean a different kind of stress. Knowing that if you mess up, everyone is going to know. Knowing you'll be judged if you don't wear the right stuff, or say the right thing. It all adds up you know? Sometimes I just wish I could have one day to my self, just a place where I could be my self for once, where I don't have to be fake and pretend I'm ok when I'm really not. I just want to be myself for a change. Was that to much to ask?
{time squip (haha aren't I funny?) to present day)
I was running towards the football field. I was too stressed to go to class, and just needed to calm down before I had a fucking panic attack. One of those dumb jocks slapped my ass while I was walking to class, and me being the shy person I am, got really flustered and left before I made a fool of myself. The cold air felt good, but I ignored it. I just needed to find a place to calm down and relax for the next period. I pulled my (f/c) jackets hoodie over my head and kept running until I got the the bleachers. I ducked under and ran over to a nice hidden space behind a poll, hoping if someone else came down here they wouldn't see me. I collapsed as soon as I made sure the coast was clear. I pull down my hoodie and sat up agents the poll, trying to catch my breath. I grab my phone and slip my (f/c) headphones on and listen to (favorite artist/band) to try and calm down. After a while, my breathing slows down and I eventually do calm down. I sit there and kinda gaze into the distance, zoning out and thinking about random things.
I was just in the middle of day dreaming when I hear footsteps to my right. I quickly pause my music and peek around the corner. I see a kid with long hair, a black jacket, and a messenger bag. I knew who this kid was, Connor Murphy. I don't really know much about this kid, but apparently he smokes pot and thew a printer at a teacher in second grade? I shrink back, hoping he can't see me, which he didn't. That is, until he decided to start smoking a cigaret. I'm really sensitive to smoke, especially cigarettes smoke, cause my lungs hate me. I hold in a cough, as I shrink into an even tinier ball. "Fuck I need to get outta here" I frantically look around for a possible escape root. I suddenly let out a little sneeze, and the kids head snapped to my hiding spot. "Shit shit shit FUCKING SHIT!!" I ducked into a corner, and I could hear his footsteps coming closer.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?!" I look up to see an angry Connor towering over me. I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. I try to respond. "I-I u-u-umm, I c-came o-out he-hear t-too-" He cuts me off. "I know what your here to do. You're out here so that you can pick up some dirt on me and tell everyone in the entire fucking school what you saw 'crazy stoner kid' doing, aren't you?! IS THAT IT?!" I flinch in fear, and I get up to run but before I can leave I feel him grab the hood of my jacket and yank me back, slamming me agents the metal poll and pinning me down. "Oh no you dont! Your not getting away that easily!" He growled. I was shaking in fear, and my head was throbbing with pain. What was he going to do next? "P-p-please d-don't h-hurt me." I say in a soft voice, tears threatening to spill. He lets out a low chuckle, "Your lucky I haven't already beat the shit outta you. Your going to do me a little favor." I stayed quiet. What ever it was, I knew it would be better than getting the shit knocked outta me. "Ok.." I say in a small voice.
(Time skip)
This.... fucking.... sucks.
Ever since I made that little deal, I have been stuck doing Connors homework, giving him money, and basically do anything else he tells me to do. I'm basically his slave. You could only guess what this was doing to my mental and physical health. I stayed up doing all my homework basically twice, volleyball and dance practice were hell, and I still had work after school. I started becoming more stressed and my anxiety was off the charts.
I flopped down under a tree at the park, exhausted. I was on my way home from volleyball practice and I had to rest. My music played in the background, and I slowly pull up one of my sleeves and looked at my old scars. All the old memories I tried to forget came tumbling back. I slowly traced them and sighed. I pulled it back down and pulled my legs to my chest and rested my head on my knees and closed my eyes as a few tears started rolling down my cheeks. I felt my self falling apart, and I could tell my depression was coming back. There I sat, trying to forget everything that happened and calm myself down. That is, until I herd someone walk up to me. I look up and my eyes widen. It was Connor. What was he doing here? "Hey, are you ok?" He asked concerned. I quickly look away and wipe my tears away. "I'm.... fine." I lied. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. "Look, I came here to ask you something." I looked at him. "What do you need this time?" I asked. He sighed. "My parents kinda kicked me out of the house, and I don't have anywhere to stay. I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you or something?" I think for a second. Would this be safe? What ever, I honestly didn't care. "Sure, I was about to go home anyways. Come on." I stand up and start walking towards home. I didn't here anything for a second, but then I herd Connor start walking behind me. We walked in silence, and it was really uncomfortable. We get to my house and I unlock the door. "My dad is on a business trip in Japan, so he won't be home for a few weeks." I say. He just nods, and we walk inside. "So the living room is in here, kitchens in there, and I'll show you where you'll stay I guess." We head upstairs and I open my bedroom door and I'm met by our dog Violet. I chuckle and pet her. "How did you get in here you silly girl?" I ask playfully, and she barks in response. I motion for her to leave, and we head into my room. It was a pretty normal. It had a nice white carpet and walls, my bed sat near the window, my white desk and (f/c) bookshelf filled with (favorite book series) sat on ether side of the bed, and my bathroom was on the right to my door next to the tv. I had a lot of (favorite band or singer) and broadway posters on the walls, and a pride flag hung on the wall next to the door. "So this is my room. We don't have a spare room, and the couch is really uncomfortable and the cat will probably claw the shit out of you if you take her spot, so I guess you'll have to stay in my dads room." I say as I set my bag down on my bed. "His room and the guest bathroom are across from each other down the hall. I'll be down stairs for a bit so call me if you need anything." I grab my speaker from my desk and start to head downstairs. I turn around and see that Connor is still standing in the doorframe. "Uhh.... thanks." He says. I nod and go downstairs to fix something to eat. After digging through the kitchen, I decided to just order McDonald's on Uber or something. I flop down on the couch next to the cat and turn on (f/m). As I was watching, I herd Connor come down the stairs. I turn around and smile. "If your hungry, I'll order something. We don't really have any good food right now." I say. He just kinda stands there. "N-no, it's fine." He says. I just shrug. "Ok, that's cool. You wanna watch?" I ask. He gives me a funny look, but agrees. He sits down next to me, and I blush slightly. I was never used to having people sit so close to me, let alone a dude. My turn my attention to Connor, and I get a good look at him. Shit.... he's kinda hot. I blush at my sudden thoughts and turn my attention back to the movie. As the movie goes on, I start thinking about Connor. He was pretty attractive, now that I think of it. He may not be the hottest guy at school, but he is beautiful in his own way. He's not built or buff, but that's what I like about him. He's different from the other basic jocks at school. That's when I realized something..I think I'm falling for Connor Murphy.
I'm not going to explain why I was gone, I have just been lazy and I have a lot of school stuff to do, I'm seeing waitress with my aunt soon so I got that, and we just got a new dog. So yeah. Sorry this took so long. There will be a part 2 I promise! I just need to get a few requests finished first. Also why are so many of y'all reading my crap? It's garbage 😂
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