Halan oneshots

Accident

Hehe this is a comedy chapter, which was really fun to write. I'm not writing seriously so there might be typos, weird sentences or unknown leaps in time but lmao. I hope y'all like this chapter! :)

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Hallie's pov

"Rowan, what the hell." Hallie stood in the bathroom of the Andrews, studying herself in the mirror, holding concealer in one hand and foundation in the other. A particular, red spot on her neck was covered in it, but it still showed. The freckled female was sO close to losing her shit. "I CAN'T GET THIS COVERED AAAAH" she screamed, desperately trying to apply more concealer, but without any results. Her face remained the same, and the red, bruise-looking area was still there.

All the commotion caused Rowan to enter the room, a toothbrush in his mouth. "Whjat is goimph on?" he muffled, looking startled. Hallie turned to him, panic in her blue-green eyes. "What is going on?! Your fricking ACCIDENT you caused last night WON'T. GO. AWAY." she yelled, then sighed and turned to the mirror again to apply more foundation. Rowan rolled his eyes slightly, removing the toothbrush from his mouth in order to speak. "Y'know, you weren't going easy on me last night either. My neck is-" he stopped right there, seeing Hallie's death stare through the mirror. He raised his hands in a stop movement. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry or whatever. But we gotta go to school. Like, now."

The two were very quick now that they had to hurry, considering Hallie had taken a lot of time trying to decide the best turtleneck for the day. The shirt didn't really cover a lot though, and Hallie therefore sat in the car and tried to adjust it so it would cover the whole neck. Rowan, sitting by the driver's seat, grinned towards her. "Shut up and drive," Hallie muttered as a reply, her sigh very loud and clear. "I haven't said anything!!" Rowan chuckled.

Although the drive was pretty short, they still had to hurry to their first lesson, but luckily, they managed to get there. Mr. Garryson (or, as Addie liked to call him: Mr. GAYson) was just about to begin the lesson when Hallie and Rowan entered, the class' attention turning to them. Hallie felt her cheeks heat up and she adjusted her turtleneck again, sighing. Mr. Garryson didn't even greet them, he was still explaining how fractional destillation works by drawing on the whiteboard. A wave of relief washed over Hallie as she saw all the students write in their notebooks, and not look at her. Everything was fine until they suddenly had to discuss in groups of three. And damnit, of COURSE she was assigned with Addie and Rowan. Of course. She watched in embarrassment as Addie happily scooted over with her chair, placing herself next to Hallie and Rowan. They were both looking kinda off, y'know. 

"Yo, fractional destillation is boring af. You got any tea to spill?" Addie smirked and turned to both Hallie and Rowan, who were looking at each other slightly. "Nah, not really." Rowan shrugged. "You?"

Addie gazed at him, but then back at Hallie. She was now studying her VERY closely, making Hallie swallow nervously. But of course, Addie had noticed the red color. "Wait, is that-" she pulled down the piece of fabric which covered it, not with Hallie's consent, and gasped. "Is that a hickey? OML-" she gazed at Rowan again, then bursted into laughter. "Y'ALL NEED TO CHILL." Hallie blushed, looking down. "I tried covering it with concealer and foundation. It didn't work." Rowan chuckled, smirking slightly.

"Oops."