what's stopping us (noah schnapp x reader)

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"Okay but all in all what's stopping us from joining the Italian Mob?" I said. This was a game we played. There was technically nothing stopping anyone from doing anything. Everyone was just conditioned to think otherwise.

"Uh.. well for one parents. Oh, and none of us are Italian." Teagan said, her hazel eyes fixated on her phone.

"I had a crush on a guy named Luca once, if that counts," Dylan recalled. His crushes were a running joke among us. Dylan always falls in love hard and fast.

"Was he part of the mob?" I asked, wanting but not expecting a good answer.

"Nina, it was 2nd grade, I think not."

"Stop being snarky, I'm trying to win Panic! tickets." Teagan hissed.

Dylan lifted his head from my bedroom floor. "Actually?" His voice raw with excitement. We've been trying to win Panic! tickets since 2012. Then again, we were 7.

"Brendon Urie owns my bisexual ass," I laughed, picking up my phone. It's dead. Of course.

"Big fat mood." Dylan said. We continued our conversation about the most random trash. Dylan went on a rant about the importance of mental health checkups in schools and then proceeded to rank the flavours of pop tarts.

"Okay but blueberry one is the worst," I argued.

"There's a grape flavoured one." Dylan stated.

"That one's the worst now."

"Definitely." We agreed, then started giggling.

"Holy shit! It's late, I have to be home in 3 minutes!" I ran out without saying goodbye. I got onto the Skytrain, the cold Vancouver air stinging my ears. I got home to my mom sitting on the couch, legs crossed.

"You're late." she said, voice cold.

"Yeah, we were studying for a test." I lied. I'd become good at it over the years. One of the things that pushed me to start wanting to act.

"I called, why didn't you answer?" she said, voice still cold, edging on anger.

"My phone was dead.'" I said, trying to stay as neutral as she was. He messy dyed brown hair was braided. She looked nothing like me with my dark skin and long curls.

"Why didn't you charge it?" she said, yelling now.

I tried to stay calm, but I felt my pulse speeding up. Not a panic attack. Not now. "I couldn't find a charger."

"Couldn't find a charger?" she scoffed.

"Yes."

"Come here," she said, raising two fingers as beckoning. I knew what this, meant. I walked towards her my breath hitching, my lungs in pain. My mother raised her arm and my mind blanked from the panic attack.

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this was really weird to write, but the next chapter is in noah's perspective so there's that