Sally Face Oneshots [COMPLETE]

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-S A L L Y-
Fluff | Stressed Out | G/n/r
SAL'S POV

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I didn't understand. My chest felt heavy, and I didn't know why. I felt weighed down, like something was pulling on me, keeping me from moving forward.

Was it school? Maybe the stress has finally caught up. Or the ghost hunting. The stress and fear of the cult have finally made it's way into my brain. Or maybe all the old memories of mom. Or because my dad was on a business trip for a month.

The tears were cascading down my face. Why couldn't things just be normal? No cult. No stressful school. No dead mom. No stupid prosthetic. Why couldn't things be easy? At least just a little. Please, world, help me out, just a tiny little bit.

My lonely thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my apartment door. I'll wait for them to leave. They knocked again, followed by a shout, "Sally Face, it's me, Y/n." Crap.

When I meant help, I didn't mean my all time crush, Y/n. Fuck you, world. What do you have against me?

The door knob jiggled and Y/n entered. I watched as they surveyed the apartment. I would too. There was trash everywhere, tissues all around me, stale food too. I looked away, wiping my face from tears and placing my mask back on.

"Sally, you were supposed to come to my place two hours ago! For our study date!" Y/n said with anger. "I called you 26 times and texted 58 times, plus I called Larry, but he also didn't answer! Then I had to wait for my mom to get home, so I could leave my little brother and march down over here!"

Fuck, I totally forgot.

"I was worried, angry, sad and disappointed. Sally, what the fuck is going on with you lately? You've been so out of it. I'm really worried, Sal."

I took a deep breathe. Should I tell them? No. They'd laugh. But they're not like that. But maybe they have a two sided face. No. Maybe. No! Fuck you brain and your internal arguments.

"Y/n, I'm sorry." I whispered. I felt the couch dip, and a hand on my shoulder. "Sal, are you okay? I really care for you, more than I probably should, but, please, if something's wrong . . . tell me." The look in their eyes made me feel worse about myself. "Please, Sally," Their voice held sadness and impatience. 

"I'm sad, I'm stressed out, I'm afraid. I'm so many damn things and it's all starting to get to me." The tears fell down again and faster than before. Y/n removed my mask, grabbing another tissue and wiping away my tears. "Y/n, I'm so tired of all this crap." I groaned, laying my head in the crook of their neck, ignoring the beating of my heart and the redness on my ears. 

"I know and so am I, babe." Babe? That's new, that's not helping my heart or blushing. "Um, forget that last word. Haha . . . haha." They laughed nervously. I chuckled and kissed their cheek. "Whatever you say, babe." They froze in their spot, their hand just above my head. 

"Sally, do you like me? As in romantically, not platonically." I also froze. "Maybe . . ." They smiled that smile that made my heart melt. "Good 'cause I like you too . . . babe?" I kissed their lips softy. "I like the sound of babe." They giggled. "I do too, babe." They started laughing, me joining in as well. "I really needed that laugh. Want to study now?" I asked. "Or we could cuddle and forget about all our worries and leave it for tomorrow." 

"So basically procrastinate." I said with a teasing voice. They laughed. "Yes." I shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

And that's how I failed my science test, but it was so worth it. Plus, I'm a ghost hunter, not a scientist.