Sally Face X Depressed! Reader (all genders)

Chapter Twelve -Conversations-

Reader P.O.V

The days flew by. I've been sticking to a routine. I wake up, put in my eye, take pills, get dressed, eat, then hang out with Sally and/or Larry. I do feel bad though. The two of them have been kind of putting me first and not hanging out with their other friends.

I really wish I liked their friends more. Maybe I should just... try? Just try to be a little nicer to them? I realized a while ago that I have a little bite to my voice when I'm with them.

Now I'm sitting with Larry, 'Void' by Sanity's Fall playing lowly on the speakers. "Hey Larry?" I ask. He hums in question. "Am I... am I a bother?" His eyes widen.

"Of course not!" I sigh. "I just feel like I am. I mean, you and Sal barely hang out with Todd and stuff, don't you like them even a bit more than me?" He sighs this time. "Y/N, I love you! You're like a little sister to me!" I laugh.

"Larry, I'm five months older than you!" He laughs along with me. I stayed back a year from juvie along with Lar, goddamn bunny. We sat there for a while and just chatted. Nothing in particular to talk about.

"Hey guys!" A head of blue hair pops up from the latter. I wave and smile. He gets up fully and turns around to look down the latter. "Come on up!" He yells down. I look at him and raise an eyebrow but he just continues to help this mystery person up.

He helps a beautiful girl with flowing brown hair and shining green eyes up. Ashley. I wave at her as well, trying my best to be nice. She waves back at me, she doesn't look scared but she looks... intimidated.

"Yo dudett." Larry greets. "Hey Larry!" She answers back with a stunning smile. Hummp, she didn't smile at me like that.

"How's Benjamin doin'?" Larry asks. Ash smiles again and jumps into a story of how this 'Benjamin' yelled 'shit' in public. I speak up hesitantly, "So who is this Benjamin? If you don't mind me asking."

Ashley looks over at me surprised. I don't understand. I'm being nice, engaging, trying to sound normal, and she still looks at me like that?! "Oh, he's my younger brother!" She says with a small smile, although it looks a bit fake and forced.

I sigh in disappointment. I'm being nice, be nice back damn it! Freakin' wench... I'm starting to understand why she looks at me like that.

Ashley continues her story and Sally and Larry listen intently. I do too, but holy shit, they're listening to her like she's the fucking Pope. She laughs. "And then! He explained why he said 'shit', and his explanation was, 'Ashwey says it when she gets mad!' I died!"

I laugh quietly to myself, when Ashley suddenly looks over to me, and I shut myself up quickly and look away. "Sooo..." she starts. "Y/N... you have any siblings?" Tears prick my eyes but I refuse to cry. She doesn't know it's a touchy subject.

"Uhh, yeah. I had a little sister, Kate." She turns to me fully while Larry and Sal look over uncertainly. "Any funny stories?" I nod at her question and smile to myself at a memory. "You wanna share?" She asks.

"Sure." I answer. "Ok, so you know those fake plastic rings you get for a quarter in those machines at the grocery stories? You put the quarter in and spin the thing and the ring pops out the little flap?" Everyone nods.

I smile and continue. "My sister was young, maybe six, and she couldn't open the little capsule it was in. So being the good sister I was, I bent down to help her, at the same time she got it open. She opened the thing so hard she threw her arm back and punched me in my glass eye!"

They laugh and I continue. "My eye fell out. I still remember the look of horror written on the old lady next to me!" Ash piped up again. "You have a glass eye?" I nod meekly.

"So that's why you walk into things!" I glare slightly but nod. "Anyway, how old is your sister?" I do the mental math in my head to find out how old she would be today. It takes a second to do, with her birthday not being too long ago.

"She'd be... eight." My mom had me as a teenager, but Kate when she was twenty five. Ashley giggles a little bit. "Sorry, it's just a bit funny to me that you had to think, my bro's age is always at the top of my head."

Larry and Sally shift their weight, unsure of what'll do. I narrow my eyes. "Listen, I was trying to be nice, but you need to learn to shut your trap. You don't know a goddamn thing about me, don't act like you do." I stand abruptly as tears threaten to fall.

I climb down the latter and walk away from the treehouse. I speed walk pretty far away and sit to watch the sun set. The yellows, oranges, and deep purples make me calm down as tears spill down my cheeks and into the lush grass beneath me.

I bury my face in my hands and take deep breaths. "You ok?" A voice startles me from my daze and my head snaps to my left. It's Sal.

"Ash wanted me to say she's sorry. She didn't really know why you took off so Larry explained it." Sal says. "He shouldn't of." I say sharply. "Sorry." I shake my head. "It's alright." I say a little softer.

He slides closer to me and I happily lean into his warm body. "We'll find your sister, I know it." I can't manage a response to him, so I nod.

We sit there for what feels like minutes cuddling, but the stars say we've been there for hours. We eventually stand and make our way to the apartments, a silent agreement to talk about our relationship in both of our heads.