Still Dreamin' About U (lil peep x reader)

➀ yesterday is not today

"I love you too, more than you know- But I have to go."
His trembling voice brought me to tears.

[𝐘/𝐍] 𝐏𝐎𝐕

7:45am,
Thursday
My alarm went off not only sending out a repulsive sound but also a horrible shiver down my spine.

I pushed my pillows against my ears hoping to drown out the sound.
Sadly I had no such luck.
I rubbed my eyes scratching the eye boogers out.

The First Day of Junior Year.
My years in high school have all been relatively fine so far. I've had friends stab me in the back, friends forget about me. Overall I've managed to stick together with a small group of friends who I love dearly.

Even though they're fucking annoying they put up with my bullshit as do I with their's.

For some reason I just didn't have a good feeling about this year.
There was a feeling in my stomach that I didn't know how to describe.

My dad was on his way to work when he barged into my room to say,
"[y/n] get up! Mom is making breakfast. Your favourite, onions and liver!"

"Wow dad thank you for that great joke! I can't stop laughing!!"

I looked at myself in the mirror ruffling my hair in disgust.

Damn, I really need to do something with this rat nest.

I yawned looking around my room.
Yep, still the same mess from less night.

I threw on the outfit I laid out knowing this would be the only time this year
I would put this much effort into an outfit.

I ripped my brush through my hair with all my might trying not to complete tear my scalp out with it. I stumbled into my bathroom still barley awake and brushed my teeth, threw on some quick makeup that consisted of foundation, concealer,
Eyebrows, mascara and a quick half assed eyeliner wing when I looked at my phone and realized what time it was.

8:42?
Shit, the bus will be here any minute.
I turned out of my bathroom down the stairs as I greeted my mom.

"Hey sweetie, have a good first day back!
We'll see you after work."

"Haha okay mom, I'll try."
I said with sarcasm as I sighed thinking about another year of torture.

The bus ride was the same as last year.
Freshmen scurrying to find a seat that isn't polluted by any of their older classmates.

Luckily I had a designated seat
on bus 816.
3 rows ahead from the last seat so I didn't have to deal with the drama but I still looked "cool" since I was close enough to the back of the bus.
There was also a window right on this seat .

If you did happen to sit in my non-designated, designated seat, I wouldn't yell or scream. Fuck I wouldn't speak a word to you. All I would do is give you an icy cold stare when I entered the bus to let you know it was time for you to redirect your rectum or we'd have trouble.

My bus ride was half an hour. It was nice living away from the school so I didn't have to see it every time I left my house to go somewhere.

I scanned my surroundings making eye contact with a few terrified freshmen.
Although I have a resting bitch face I managed to pump out a half smile.

I turned my head back towards the window daydreaming.

Out of nowhere a paper airplane hit me in the side of the head

Seriously?! A paper airplane? Who the fuck even throws these little shitters around anymore?! Like are you in the 6th grade???

I looked around the bus for the suspected culprit and my eyes met with a sophomore a couple rows up ahead from me.

Bexey fucking Swan.

Bexey looked spooked and let out a quick

"Uh- can you- throw it back?"
He said with a shaky voice.

With my best quote on quote "girly voice"
I replied
"Yea sure here you go!"

I pretend to throw it towards him but instead I took it between my hands and ripped it in half.

I smiled and rolled my eyes facing them back to the window and got sucked into the music from my headphones.

Thanks for reading my story!!!