Unfortunate {Amy x Reader}

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Regarding the last one-shot, I have decided to turn it into a seperate book! So yeah... Coming soon to devices near you!


Amy P.O.V.

I couldn't get her out of my head. Her silly laugh, the way her (h/c) hair frames her face, her sparkling (e/c) eyes, her curves, her soft looking lips, her angelic voice. With a groan, I faceplant into the papers on my desk. I hear chuckling, causing me to look up. My roommate Mark looks into the office. "Thinking about (Y/n) again?" I nod glumly, facing the papers again. He found out on accident when I was writing a love letter to her, and he found it in the trash. "You could just, ya know, ask her out." He teases. "It's not that easy. It's not like a guy asking a girl out. I don't know her sexuality." I lecture. "Well, you'll never know if you don't try." He insists. "Let's roleplay. I'll be (Y/n)." Mark says. I sigh, giving in to his antics. "Okay... Hi, (Y/n). How are you today?" "Your cute!" Mark says in a girly voice. "Mark!" "Okay, okay sorry!" He laughs. "Ummm, so I'd like to talk to about something." "Then she kisses you!" Mark squeals. "Marrrrrk!" I groan. He laughs uncontrollably. "You should see you face! It's because your imagining it, aren't you? Ahahaha, your face got redder!" He wheezes on the floor. He was right, I was thinking about it.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Then I get a sudden call. I look at the ID. I shriek, and throw the phone. "What, what!?" Mark asks. "It's (Y/n)! She can read minds, and she knows, oh no!" I shout. Mark laughs, picking up the phone. "I think it's safe to say she coincidentally called." He says, then answers, handing it to me. "Hey (Y/n)!" I say cheerfully. I hear a sniff on the other end. "What's wrong?" I ask. "C-Can you come over, please?" She asks quietly. I'm filled with anger at what ever made her cry. Still on the phone, I get on some shoes and grab keys. "I'm on my way. It's okay. I'll be there soon, okay?" She sniffs. "Yeah, okay." She hangs up so I can focus on driving. Soon I arrive at the small, but nice home. It's a one bed, one bath house, with a small yard in the front and back. But she had made it look so nice and homey. I loved it. The little flower beds with different flowers with each season, the wicker furniture on the porch, the paintings and antiques inside. It's like a beautiful museum, and (Y/n) is the main attraction. I knock on the door. (Y/n) opens it, and immediately engulfs me in a hug. I blush slightly. "Let's go inside." She suggests. We go to her living room. A brown couch sits in front of a large TV set with gaming consoles hooked up to it. The walls are painted a baby blue, and the wooden flooring looks freshly polished.

I sit down with her. "What happened (Y/n)." She sits on the opposite end from me, bringing her knees to her chest. She sniffs, and wipes away a tear. Is it bad that I want to be the one to do that? To be comforting her with hugs and kisses and romantic movie? "I...I got into a fight with my parents about something...they basically disowned me." She laughs but it is dry and humorless. And cracked with grief. I hate it. "What for?" I ask. She tenses. "Um, I want to tell you, but I'm scared...of the same reaction." I scoot closer. "(Y/n), I would never do that to you." I love you too much. She relaxes. "Okay...They were asking if I had found a guy yet... and I told them no... because I'm in love with a girl." She answers. I can almost feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, but I put on a face of sympathy, and hug her close. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I'm gonna help you through this, anyway I can." "You don't hate me?" "I never could. And to tell you the truth...I like a girl too." "Oh..." I she says, looking dejected. "What?" "Well, I- nevermind." "No, what is it?" She sighs. She hugs me tighter, then pulls away.

"Amy, I can't get you out of my head. How your face lights up in excitement, how your eyes sparkle in the light, how your hair bounces when you walk. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts." She admits. I stare at her in stunned silence. More tears start to fall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She sobs. I grab her by the shoulders, and hug her tightly. "I love you too." I whisper. "W-what?" I pull back enough to see her face. "I love you, (Y/n)!" I crash my lips to hers, my heart swelling with pure bliss. We break away, smiling wildly. But then she frowns. "What's wrong?" I ask. She starts sobbing again, and buried her face in my shoulder as I hold her close. "They hate me because I love you/ I'm so confused Amy! I'm so confused!" She wails. I hurts me so much to see her like this. "Shhh, I promise I'll help any way I can. If you need space, I'll give you space. If you need me here, I'll be here. (Y/n), you are so incredible, and they are dumb to do that. But they love you, they just need to come to terms with it. It's unfortunate, bet we can fix this." I soothe. "Please don't go, Amy." She whispers. I kiss the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere." I promise.

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