RedDead One-Shots!

Forgotten (Van Der Linde Gang x Reader)

Warnings: This can be a little sad. 

Words: 1229

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You've just woken up, but you didn't get up, instead you brought out your journal and began writing. 

Today is my Birthday! I'm 13 years old today! So, technically I'm a teen now! I can't wait to see what they've decided to do for my birthday. 

A little while later, you finally decided to get up. Since it was a special day, you decided to wear something a bit more nice. You found some pretty blue jeans and a white blouse. You brushed your hair and tied it up in a horse tail. You left some of the hair out in the front. 

When you got out of your tent, you were greeted by the sun. You looked around in the camp. Everything seemed normal. You spotted Arthur by the tree, writing in his journal as usual. Smiling to yourself, you walked up to him. 

"Hey Arthur!" You greeted him with a smile.

"Hello Miss Y/L" He answered, not bothering to look up. 

You frowned a little by his response, and left him alone. 

He's had a lot on his mind lately, I'm sure he didn't forget. You thought to yourself.  You walked over to the stew, and took a fairly amount. You sat on the bench, eating alone. 

You actually eated the stew a little slower than usual, hoping that someone would come by and wish you happy birthday. Unfortunately no one did. A sigh escaped your lips as you finshed your bowl. 

Maybe they forgot?  No, they wouldn't, would they?  You shook your head and placed the bowl on the table. 

You walked across Dutch Van Der Linde and greeted him. 

"Hello Dutch! How are you?" You asked with a smile across your face.

"Ah, hello Y/N. I'm doing good. How are you?" He returned the question. 

"I'm great! I haven't done much today, but I'm good." You answered, still smiling a little.

Dutch noticed you smiling, and decided to ask you, what you're smiling about.

"Yo-You don't know?" You stuttered, the smile slowly fading away. 

"I don't! Mind tellin' me?" He asked, a little smile appearing on his face, but slowly disappearing, when he realised your smile was gone. 

"It doesn't really m-matter. Not that important." You answered, holding the tears that was forming. 

"Of course it's important! Otherwise you wouldn't have smiled." Dutch said. 

"Nah, it ain't that important. I should go. I've got some chores that needs to be done." You said, trying to smile a little. 

Dutch didn't think much of it, and shrugged. You sighed and went on doing some chores.

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You finished your chores and the day went by pretty quickly. It was already evening. Not even a single person came to wish you happy birthday. A tear escaped your eye. 

You came to a conclusion that they forgot. They just simply forgot it was your birthday. 

You decided to celebrate your own birthday. You went to your tent and took some money out of your little 'bank', if you could call it that. 

25 should do. 

You then found your horse, chewing on some grass. You mounted him and rode to Valentine.