The two teens soon realized they had a few classes together. They didn't notice it at first, them having a sort of autopilot mode where they would "delete" their surroundings to ignore the annoying bullies.
They ate together too. They didn't talk much, but it was fine for the both of them. They let out a few of chuckles and a couple of laughs, and it felt like quite a relief in both their hearts.
On the ride home, they sat next to each other again. They were quiet, Jim stared out of the dirty window and listened to his music, while (y/n) was reading her favourite book.
When the bus stopped at (y/n)'s house, Jim pressed the pause button on his orange Walkman, and slid his headphones down so they rested on his shoulder.
She lifted her eyes from the novel, and small sight escaped her mouth as she saw her house, staring back at her from outside the vehicle.
"Well, I'd better be off." she shrugged.
He nodded.
"See you tomorrow then?" he asked.
She smiled at him.
"Yup."
He smiled back.
And just like that, she rose from her seat and exited the bus, not hearing the small cling coming from a shiny bracelet falling on the bus's floor.
Jim immediately felt the space on his right very empty. He didn't watch her enter her house. He just put his headphones back on his ears, and the music played again, its waves resonating smoothly in his mind.
He rested his head back on the cold and hard leather seat, and his eyes fluttered shut. The boy let his body rest for the remaining time before he arrived at his home, but his mind kept lingering on that intriguing (h/c) girl.
>——>
The girl twisted the metallic door knob open, and entered her house. The quite old door let out an irritating creaking noise, and she closed it back again. She pushed her shoes off of her feet and put her bag down on the ground, throwing off her coat at the same time.
She walked quietly out of the doorway and she peaked in her living room.
She really hoped her brother wasn't here.
At first, she couldn't hear any other sounds coming from her home, so she guessed that if he was here, he was asleep, and that the way too loud door didn't wake him up.
And, like she expected, he was there, laying on the sofa, probably passed out, judging on the numerous glass bottles surrounding him. The girl let out a sigh of relief as she heard his non elegant snoring echoing throughout the small house. She quickly made her way to her room, happy that she could finish the chapter she didn't have the time to of "(f/b)".
She shut her door quietly, then jumped on her bed, immediately opening the book at the right page, a small smile decorating her lips.
>——>
(y/n) had some peace and silence for a while, before the annoying doorbell rang once very loudly, waking up her brother at the same occasion.
He groaned, grudgingly standing up. He felt dizzy and quite mad at the doorbell that rang for a second, than third time.
He sat up, rubbing his reddened eyes.
"(Y/N)!", he shouted. "Will you go open that bloody door!!"
Back in her room, the girl sighed and stood up from her bed.
"Coming!"
She opened her room's door, than walked to the entrance. She knew better than making her brother more angry than he constantly seemed to be.
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The Thieving Magpie
Fanfiction(Jim Moriarty x reader) [COMPLETED] - "...Jim," she gasped. He stared at her intensely, hands in his pockets. His hair was messy, and dark circles hung from his eyes. He had on a suit and a loosened tie. "Hi," he said. She frowned, still slightly...
