The Quiet One | OC x Reader

I Don't Know How to Act

Here I am at her front door, just staring in the reflective patterned glass, surrounded by walnut brown wood. It's a nice house. I guess y/n's parent make good money like mine, only difference is that I live on the opposite side of town in the houses with gravel-paved walkways while this house has a flat-grounded stone walkway.

I debate whether I should ring the doorbell or not. It's been almost two years since I'd been to anyone's house. And then I think, maybe I shouldn't have come. Maybe this was a huge waste of time and I shouldn't have come.

Well, of course it is. Why did I come? I hardly know this girl. She could be another one of those assholes that make fun of me for not speaking. Sometimes I think people would sound a lot more intelligent if they didn't speak... but surprisingly, y/n doesn't make me feel that way.

She's so smart and undeniably... Uh, never mind.

I still don't know what I'm doing here. This is probably really creepy of me. I'm not sure. The characters in books do similar things to this all of the time, so why can't I?

I close my eyes and sigh. I raise my fist to the door as if to knock, but I don't allow myself. I could called myself an idiot in this moment. What was the point of coming up here if I don't even knock? That sounds psychotic.

I swallow my fear and courageously press my finger to the button echoing a ding from the other side of the door. I have layers of anxious booms turning my stomach from side to side. It feels just terrible.

Suddenly I hear the taps of small feet on a hard floor get eerily closer, causing my heart to thump like the feet of a cartoon character. I drew a quick, heavy breath as the knob jiggled, then rotated to the right.

Her eyes wide in shock, her lips parted and sloped downward, she appeared speechless. But not for long, as she manages to say, "Abdiel. Good lord. What are you doing here?"

I'm speechless - more than usual, anyway. I have not an explanation but more of the simple "no-damn-clue" statement. So, scratching my head, I just stand there with my mouth shut in an awkward position. Never have I done such a strange thing as this, and that kind of worries me. What if my lacking social skills lead to this unreal action? Am I just too blind to see how strange I must seem to her now because of this?

"Who's at the door, y/n?" I hear a voice echo from behind her. It's an older voice, male it seems, and is who I assume to be her father.

"Nobody!" she turns and calls into the echoey space. She scratches her nose gingerly as she turns back to face me. "Sorry," she says as she looks in my eyes, "it's almost time for dinner, and my dad wanted me to make it tonight."

I nod and sigh. All I can manage to say is, "Oh." I'm still shocked at myself. I feel weird, not explaining why I'm at her house, or better yet how I found her address.

"So, um," she says as she glances back and forth between the house and me, "how've you been recently?"

I stuff my hands into my pockets and I shrug. I would've felt cool had it not been for my random, unexplainable appearance at her home. "Don't know... been feeling awfully strange lately."

"What do you mean strange?" she asks, it being highly probable that she's still bewildered by my presence.

"I don't know that either. Something inside of me... hurts, kind of. I don't know... Guess I'm just being stupid," I say.

She tilts her head like a confused puppy and says, "But you're not stupid. You're probably the smartest out of everyone at that cursed school."

It is now that I know she is not faking her care. The way she smiles with such innocence, and how her eyes dance when she speaks. She's lovely in every way, and I melt just at the sound of her voice, or the vivid picture of her in my mind.