𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 [SPINEL X FEM!READER]

Chapter 23 ~ "Not Another Story About Love"

((the trashbag returned :O

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Spinel has returned from the hospital, it was currently a month later.
My red sneakers hit the marble floor as I stepped through the halls. I stop by my locker and start putting in the combination.
'12..22..19..3–'
"Ey! Y/N!" Spinel grabbed my shoulder and immediately, I jumped, startled, then turned around and was greeted by none another than...Spinel. Woo.
"Whoa, what's with you shortie? Scared of me?" Spinel tauntingly asked, then ruffled my hair.
"N-no...I-I-I..I just...uh...ahaa.." I nervously giggled. Ever since we became..."girlfriends", I can't help but be embarrassed around her. It's stupid and makes me happy at the same time. My face flushed red.
"Geez, what's with you today? Listen, I'd stay and listen to ya mumble all day but Pink's expecting me in the cafeteria, you comin'?" Spinel asked, then nudged me gently.
"E-erm yea-h. J-just let me f-finish up. Um..at my locker.." I start to forget what I was at my locker for, damnit Spinel!
"Aight, seeya love." Spinel casually waved and walked off.
"B-bye.." I wave in defeat.

I begin to put my textbooks back in my locker. The buzzing chatter of the crowded hallway filled my mind as thought of Spinel and me seemed so...unreal. And the way I act around her now is just...so awkward. I can't be normal.

Wait a second.

Did she just call me...

"love"?

I mean, it's normal for a couple to make up nicknames, but she already calls me "shortie". This just feels so odd.

Well, it's time for me to get going. I start heading towards the cafeteria, currently it was lunch time. I didn't exactly enjoy cafeteria food, so I usually didn't eat lunch.

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"Y/N, what would you like for your birthday?"
"A boyfwiend!"
"....would you like anything else?"
"Ummm...well Daddy, let me think...duuuuuh..I dunno.."
"Please don't get a boyfriend."
"But why Daddy?"
"Because...because I said so."
"Ryan, dear, let Y/N have a boyfriend when she comes of age." A female voice joined.
"...Fine..." The man grumbled.

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The memory gave you a bittersweet feeling. You missed your parents more than anything.

You entered the cafeteria, which was outside. There was a counter and an isle where the food was being served. Navy blue, scattered tables were in front of you. The ground was cement, and the sky was a cloudy white. It was pretty cold.
You spotted Pink and Spinel pretty quickly. You made their way to their table.

"Yeah, yeah I asked her to come but I dunno where the hell she—Y/N! OIIIII! Y/N! OVER HERE! HEY! DON'T IGNORE ME IDIOT!" Spinel pouted.
"Shut up..." I groaned and sat next to Pink, across from Spinel.
"Hello my dear, how are you?" Pink asked.
"I'm great, thanks. What about you?" I replied politely. Pink was so kind, and her personality contrasted her best friend's.

Spinel was eating some fries. Pink and me were making small talk until Spinel raised an eyebrow at me.

"Hey, Y/N. Why aren't you having lunch anymore?" Spinel asked bluntly. "You've been doing it for the past few weeks. It's weird."
"Huh? Oh, I don't exactly like the cafeteria food that much." I answered.
Spinel took some fries and tried shoving them in my mouth.
"You're gonna be short forever if you don't eat!"
"I-ugh-I told yo-you! Hey!" I was currently grabbing her wrist as she tried forcing the fries in my throat. "I don't—liKE..ugh!" I shoved her by her wrists and she looked slightly startled. "I don't want any. Stop it, stupid." I replied sternly, then continued talking with Pink about the right way to eat a croissant.

Spinel quietly continued eating her fries. I couldn't help but feel bad, maybe she wasn't used to me being so...defensive? Offensive? I can't find the right words.

The bell rang.

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It's 11:15 PM. I want to die.
Currently, I was finishing up an essay about Shakespeare. I yawned. Weirdly enough, Spinel left an hour ago. It was just me, myself, and I.

I finally finished the stupid essay.

Why is Shakespeare so creative? His head is way too small to fit all of his creativity. There must be creativity leaking from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears 24/7. He must be peeing creativity. Is that why there are creative people in the world? Because they inhaled all of Shakespeare's creativity as he left it? I believe that creativity is a clear substance. A normal human can't see it.

Wait no, why am I thinking this? What the hell?

Suddenly, I hear someone open the door.

"Oh, hey Spinel. What's that?" I pointed to the bags she was holding.
"...nothing." Spinel kissed my cheek lightly and made her way to the kitchen.

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I groggily got up and smelt....spaghetti? My eyes were closed, as I was trying to fall asleep. I looked behind me and noticed...Spinel left a plate of spaghetti. With a note...how cute...

"My dearest, Y/N,

See what I did there? I know you like that weird musical-shit. Hamlet, was it? I can't remember. If you're getting this, I left to go collect my thoughts. Here's a plate of spaghetti. Stop eating ramen every night dumbass, it's unhealthy as hell.

- Your love, Spinel."

She made you dinner...

...

you couldn't help but smile as you ate the pasta.

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((ok so I decided to start this again

I guess it's never really over

not sure where I plan to take the story, I just go along with it as I write

so um, yeah

I'm back))