"Wait... don't I know you from somewhere?"
Wait another Paul?
In which you are a Paul and you meet Dynamite Dylan.
"Love? What is love?"
"Here, let me show you..."
Dynamite Dylan x Fem. Reader
uggghhhhh That was me complaining about getting up."Welp another day another beating." I let out a long sigh.Yep, you heard me. another beating. My mother, or adoptive mother, left my father, or adoptive father, and me for some other dude. I haven't seen her since. My father beats me for my adoptive mothers' disappearance. He blames me for her leaving. He says stuff like ''No wonder she left you're just a useless bitch" and other stuff. Sometimes I think he's right. People say none of its true but if none of its true, why does he say it is? But anyway my name is Y/N L/N and I live in none other than Los Angeles, California.
I get up and get dressed.
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and do my hair and makeup like this
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"Y/N GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU USELESS NOBODY" Oh no, he's awake. I grab my backpack (one above) and slowly walk downstairs. He sees me and charges at me. I flinch in fear as he stops in front of me with a triggered face. He stinks of alcohol. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE, YOUR JUST A WAIT OF SPACE" I just look away and stare at the ground, not wanting to trigger him even more. 'LEAVE ALREADY YOU USELESS PIG" he yells as he strikes me across the face and kicks me in my stomach. He goes back to drinking his life away while I stumble to get up. Eventually I get up and stumble out the door. I'm homeschooled and I hate it. My father forces me too so he could beat me up more. But anyway I'm going to meet up with one of my friends from my class.(a/n I'm actually homeschooled so I know how it goes.)
*time skip inspired by Dylan's blue hair*
I arrive at the Starbucks Leila told me to meet her at. Leila is my only, and best friend. Shes my bestie. And she's the only one who knows about my father. I order an F/SD (favorite Starbucks drink) and wait at a table. Right as they call my name Leila walks in and sees me. I walk over and grab my drink and thank the worker. "Hey Leila!" i call out. " Oh, hey y/n!" She gets up to give me a hug and i hug her back. "Sooo hows life?" i ask. "Its great, how are you with the 'you know what'?" She asks, worry filling her voice. "Its fi-" i was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was a number i don't know so i ignore it and go back to talking. "Its fine, besides my fa-" Again being interrupted by my phone. I was a bit annoyed by this time because every single time i go to talk it rings! i tell Leila ill be right back and go outside to answer the phone. "Hello?" I answer."Hi am i speaking to y/n y/ln?" I could tell it was a male. "Yes, this is her?" I ask confused. "Well i am...
