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the boy next door ☁️ [part two]

"oh mama, actin' like my life's already over,  oh dear, act your age and try another year"

song [salad days - mac demarco]

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y/n's pov

"get your ass inside y/n," mom said, slapping me while i walked by. "isn't that what i'm doing?" i muttered, throwing my dirty white converse on the floor. rebecca gave me a dirty look, i rolled my eyes and headed towards the garage.

my phone sat on the table, buzzing like hella crazy. i took one look, the words finn wolfhard stood out so clearly, i silence my phone and ignore it. mom came in, slamming the door, she stole my chair and sat on it. "what do you want?"

she rolled her eyes, "your agent is our neighbor, she's coming over with her son for dinner to discuss what we're going to do this year for your career!" she spat, setting her phone down on my desk. "oh and wear something," she looked me up and down, "decent."

"anything for you my queen," i whispered, quickly regretting what i'd said. her bony hands slapped my again and again, "don't give me attitude! never! ever!" she screamed while beating me, i couldn't think, my head was somewhere else, fifth grade.

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what to fucking wear? something that'd impress everyone, make a statement? i searched through my dirty closet, i pulled out old candy wrappers, cans of soda, but not clothes. in the very end hung a white t-shirt with drawings on them. the drawings were made by me and finn in kindergarten, one was of me and him holding hands, another of finn smiling holding his first tooth, just so many memories we had drawn on there, every single day. 

i must've cried for two hours, my sobs wetting the pillows and blankets, i sat there lifeless, hugging the t-shirt that should mean nothing. "why are you just standing there? get fucking ready!" she yanked me off the bed, slapping my damp face, "wipe those tears bitch."

mom threw me into rebecca's bedroom, "choose something out of rebecca's closet, make yourself look presentable and elegant!" i nodded my head and instantly dove into her closet, there were pink dresses, pink skirts, red this, red that, nothing like what i'd wear. "god, if you're famous you're going to need a fashion sense!" is she actually serious?

"number one, pink and red is obviously not your color! i think a soft yellow or peach will fit you," she said, digging through her closet, wow, she isn't half as bad as i thought. although she was crusty and ugly as fuck she picked out a really cute outfit. "this, this is the one y/n! oh my god, if you meet noah tell him to hit me up!" the fuck?

"rebecca i'm pretty sure you're high right now, where the hell did you get the idea that i'm meeting noah schnapp?" i laughed, she winked at me, oh my god the one time i actually have a bond with her she won't tell me anything. "you'll see!"

she put the peach colored dress on me, it was tight, real fucking tight, but not too tight. "y/n, i never thought i'd ever say this, but you look bomb! just a lil' makeup will fix ya up, and maybe a messy bun!" she sat me down as i shook my head, "don't you think going natural is good?" rebecca rolled her dark brown eyes, "not in front of the person you're meeting!"