in the process of re-writing the entire thing
half of the story is very old, edgy and cringe. read the first part for info..
y/n, l/n. a normal 13 y/o girl, who decides to sit somewhere new for lunch. nowhere else to go.. right?
(reader is a grade a...
i sat in class bouncing my leg, as i watched the clock. two more minutes left. the only reason i was so persistaint about getting out of class, was because lunch was next and i was STARVING!
*RIIIINNNGGGG!!*
i smiled to myself as i jumped out of my seat and bolted out the door. (almost tripping in the process.). i hurried to my locker to grab my lunch, sketchbook, pencils, ect.. and ran out the door. i frowned, seeing as my friends were gone. i looked around, only to spot a boy sitting at a table in the corner, drawing in a notebook. i walked over to him seeing i had nowhere else to sit. why not?
"hey, mind if i sit here?" i gestured to the table, he looked up at me in surprise, "oh uh- no go ahead.." he mumbled, putting a hand on the back of his neck. "thanks." i replied, opening my lunch box. my eyes flickered to the drawing infront of him."you draw a lot?" i asked, removing the waffle from my bag and taking a bite .( sorry if u dont like them) "yeah i guess so.." he quietly spoke up. "mppfhcool, me too." i mumbled, waffle in mouth. i pulled out my sketchbook and pen and flipped to a page. setting down my waffle, i realised i didnt even know his name. "im y/n by the way.." i said, taking another bite of my dessert. "b-brandon.." his eyes darted to me, then back to his notebook. he seems to have a problem with eye contact.
it fell onto an awkard silence, the two of us just drawing in our books. sometimes i could feel his eyes on me.. okay weird. i popped my head up meeting his eyes, "sooooooo.. what are you drawing? can i see?" i asked. he looked a bit surprised. "oh uhhhh.. i dont know its kind of stupid." brandon mumbled. "i dont care, if you show me yours i'll show you mine." i shrugged. his eyes met mine once more, he seemed hesitant. "i won't judge," i put my hand to my chest, "cross my heart." i grinned, he smiled too. "okay.. i guess." he grabbed the edges of his spiral, and flipped it to me.
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i studied it, "thats pretty cool, what is it like a supervillian or something?" i asked him. brandon shrugged, i guess you could say that.. i dont know its dumb-"
"no man i think its pretty sick." he looked to me with confusion. "y'know the good kind. its impressive you did that with pen." he smiled and looked down. i grabbed my sketchbook, "okay i guess i have to show you mine now.." i turned the paper around, it was a drawing of a character of mine. "whatdda think?" i asked, grinning and peering at him over my sketchbook. "its really good.." he looked back to me, then at his notebook. "thanks-" i got cut off as the bell rang once more
*RIIINGGG*
"gotta go, see ya brandon" i stuffed all of my shit into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "bye.." i heard him murmur as i walked to my next class.
