Every Time, Any Time, Just in Time (Laboy x reader)

Chapter 13

Y/N
"You're joking, right?" I sputtered. But I knew this was no joke, no prank. Miss Fowler and Avian shook their heads. I didn't realize I was trembling.
"Y/n, we know this is big news for you. We're sorry for hiding all this-" Miss Fowler started but I shook my head, standing up.
"No, no, no. Sorry doesn't cut it," I snapped, causing the two adults to flinch at my words. I didn't care." You lied to your own daughter for seventeen years! You can't drop a bomb like this and assume 'sorry' is enough!" I stormed towards the door.
"Y/f/n, handle this maturely, please. This is a lot, we know, but please-"
"You don't get to ask anything of me, Dad," I snarled, making Avian wince. I opened the door and slammed it in their faces, running down the sidewalk. Brushing tears from my eyes, I felt the need to call someone. For someone to just be there for me. Philip was always there, but I needed a physical presence.
"Hi, Y/n?" Justin sounded confused as to why I was calling him. I was shocked myself. With a sigh, I asked him to meet me at the beach." Yeah, I'll be there soon."
  I sat on a rock near the tide pools, feet dangling in the water. My eyes watched a crab scurry across the rocks and dive into the sand. Small fish that had been brought in by the tide swam around. Muscles lined the slippery rocks. It was peaceful. Something I forgot about. Peace. Something I had always wanted. To just be at peace.
"Hi, Justin," I said quietly as he seated himself next to me. He rubbed my hand, noticing my troubled state.
"What's wrong, N/n," Justin asked softly, his tone warm and loving.
"My brother is my dad and our math teacher is my mom," I said in a breath, scared to tell him that. When I glanced at him, all I could see was his shocked expression. "Sorry."
"For what?" he was clearly confused as to why I was apologizing. I shrugged.
"For dragging you out here for some stupid thing I can't handle on my own, I guess," I rested my chin in my hands, sighing.
"Don't be sorry, Y/n. You're strong. If that had happened to me, I probably would've had a panic attack," Justin said, rubbing my back.
"It's just, they haven't told me for seventeen years, Justin. Seventeen years," I began venting my frustration to him. "And now this comes out of nowhere and they're all like 'handle this maturely, Y/n'! They don't get to ask something from me when they just told me they're my parents.
"I... ugh! I don't even know, but I'm just so pissed about this. They lied to me for seventeen years. You shouldn't lie to someone like that! I think... I think feel betrayed," the last sentence came out as a whisper.
"You're gonna be alright. The initial shock will fade and you'll be okay," Justin reassured me. I nodded my head dully.
"Thanks for being there for me, Justin," I finally said after a few moments of silence. He smiled brightly at me.
"Every time, any time, just in time," Justin said. We both smiled faintly at each other.
  Justin accompanied me as I walked home, hands in pockets. But I wasn't sure I was ready to go home. A few blocks away from the house, I froze.
"Justin, I'm really sorry to ask this, but can I stay with you please? I'm not ready to go back," I admitted, staring at the ground.
"Of course," he accepted, face flushed. "Ella is over there, but the guest room is free."
"And why is that, Justin?" I teased, smirk spread across my s/c face. He blushed even more. (If you're thinking how I think you're thinking, get your minds out of the gutters!)
"No reason," Justin exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his house.
  We entered his house and he brought me to the spare room. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, remembering that I didn't have any pajamas. Sneaking into Justin's room, I opened his drawer, pulling out one of his hoodies. I changed into the sweatshirt and crawled onto the bed. His hoodie went down to mid thigh and was warm and soft. With a yawn, I stared at the ceiling. Sleep didn't come that easily. I watched the roof most of the night, but eventually I fell asleep.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Justin asked as I sat at the table. Ella wasn't up yet and Justin had cooked pancakes. I blushed slightly.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't have any pajamas so I grabbed your hoodie," I confessed, serving myself a few pancakes. He shrugged off my apology.
"It's fine, you can keep it. You look pretty cute in it," Justin flirted, grabbing a pancake for himself. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"Babe, what'd you make for..." upon spotting me, Ella's eyes lit up. She flung her arms around me. "N/n! I didn't know you were here, how are you?" I chuckled.
  Justin knew that our kisses were just friendly ones and they didn't bother him anymore. So when I pecked her lips, I didn't have to worry about his anger.
"I'm good, how are you?" that was a lie. I was still shaken from last night.
"I'm great, how are you, babe?" Ella kissed Justin and I smiled faintly. I could handle their affection for each other.
"Doing well, have some pancakes, Ellie," Justin gestured towards the platter of pancakes and Ella squealed in excitement. Justin and I laughed.
"What, I'm a pancake person," she said defensively. We only laughed more. After (the war I went back to New York... I'll stop, man, the man is non-stop;) breakfast, I decided I should go home. It was the weekend, but I hardly registered that.
"I'm home," what I saw was priceless. Even in the state I was, I couldn't help but snicker.
  Avian and Miss Fowler were passed out on the couch. The two were leaning against each other and adorable. Smirking, I pulled out my phone took a picture of them.
"Intruder!" Avian screamed, jolting awake. I fell to the floor laughing, wiping tears from my eyes. Man, ( the man is non-stop) this was too good. Miss Fowler woke, and moved away from Avian so fast she fell over.
"Oh my gosh, your faces are priceless," I laughed. Little did they know I had filmed this.
"Y/f/n, where were you? We worried sick," Miss Fowler exclaimed, rushing towards me. I took a step back.
"I went to a friend's house and stayed the night," I mumbled, backing away from the two adults slowly. Avian noticed the movement.
"Y/n, we understand if you're not ready to believe us, but please give us another chance," Avian pleaded. I nodded.
"Just... give me time. This is a lot," I slipped pass them and into my bedroom.
  I started listening to the Wicked soundtrack, practicing my lines and going over script. Suddenly, my phone began violently ringing. And when I say violent, I mean violent. The phone bounced around my bed, screaming its head off. I answered just to stop the noise.
"Y/n? Oh my gosh, I haven't talked to you in so long!" Theodosia, Frances, and Philip sat in a room, FaceTiming me together. I grinned and waved at them.
"Hey, guys! How is it in the greatest city in the world?" I joked. Frances laughed.
"Pretty good. Dad and I will be heading back to South Carolina soon," Frances said, shrugging. " We were just visiting the Hamiltons."
"You better be there during winter break," I teased in a threatening tone. Frances laughed.
"Why, are you visiting?"
"Maybe," I smirked at them.
"Oh, come on, Y/n, just tell us!" Theo begged. Although her father could definitely wait for things (I am inimitable, I am an original), Theodosia Jr. could not.
"Okay, I am coming," I admitted. Philip and Theo cheered. Frances blew me a kiss. "And even though we are miles apart, we'll be moments apart."
"How are you, Y/n," Philip checked in on me. Pip was kind of like the brother I ended up never having.
"I'm... fine," all three of my friends frowned.
"How are you really?" Frances asked. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"I dunno, Franny. I'm a mess of emotions," I told them. Theo stared at me with pity, Fran looked sad, Philip seemed concerned for me.
"Are you keeping the promise?" Philip asked. I nodded my head.
"Don't worry about me, guys," I said, rubbing my neck. "I'll be fine."
  Before anyone could send me anymore sympathetic messages, I said a quick,"Bye!" and hung up. I flopped over on my bed and groaned. Somehow, I was still handling the drama and stress. But the real question was, how long could I withstand it.