𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 ➵ rory flanagan x reader

II

  you wake up to the sound of your alarm wailing. you rub your eyes and groan, but that doesn't seem to stop the noise. you give up, and put your feet on the floor. you pull yourself up from your bed, making your way over to your dresser. you turn your phone alarm off, and yawn quietly. your arms are behind your back, stretching them.

  you walk into the bathroom and splash some water onto your face. you dry it off, removing most of the oils. you take out your toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, and wetting it. you brush your teeth, and you slowly start to feel your mouth feel more clean.

  you spit out the extra toothpaste, and gurgle some water to get all of it out. you smiled at yourself in the mirror. heading back into your room, you pull on a pair of jeans and a short sleeved blue shirt. you tuck it in, pulling it out slightly at edges so it doesn't look as nerdy.

  you then tie your hair back, applying concealer over your red spots and acne. you do a little bit to your eyebrows, and finish it off with a chapstick. you let your hair down, combing it all the way out. pulling your shoes on, you look at yourself in the mirror.

  not too fancy, not too casual. 'good job, y/n' you say to yourself, smiling. you then pull your backpack over your shoulders and head outside.

  you take a deep breath before walking off the front porch. "for rory." you say.

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you slide your books back into your locker, smiling. it was free period. you finally had time to meet this rory boy finn was talking about, and you were so nervous yet excited. you grabbed your sketchbook and mechanical pencil before shutting your locker and fastening the lock on it.

you begin to walk and take a right turn down the hallway. a boy in a white t shirt with an unbuttoned polo walks past you. he suddenly stops, a small smile appearing on his face.

  he walks up to you, and you stop walking. he looks down over you, since he was clearly a few inches taller. "y/n? right?" he asks you, with an accent of his. you suddenly blushed, knowing this was him. "yeah, that's me." he bites his lip, looking to his side, as he didn't know what to say but didn't want to come off as rude.

  "ah, anyways, what do you have this period?" you ask him, and he returns back to look at you. "free period - you?" "same here." he smiles a bit at your reply, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "so, y/n, you wanna show me around the school? finn mentioned something about it yesterday." you nod quickly, sliding your pencil into your pocket and holding your sketchbook closer to your chest.

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  "and this is study hall, at least that's what we in america call it. it's like a place to do your homework or chat with your friends." you inform him, and he smiles. rory pulls a chair out at a two person table. "care to sit?" you smile at him and sit in the seat. he then takes his seat across from you. "whats that you got there, y/n?"

  you slowly set down your sketchbook. "drawings." you tell him. he smiles, and looks from you to the sketchbook and back. "i know what you're asking. yes, you can look at it." he smiles at your remark, and rotates the sketchbook so its facing him. he opens it gently, making sure to not rip any of the pages.

  he nods slowly, and continues to flip the pages. once rory reaches the middle of the sketchbook, or the most recent drawing of yours, he shuts it and slides it back to you. "you know what i have to say to that?" you raise your eyebrows at the exchange student. "i call that talent." he smiles at you, and you blush and look down at your feet underneath the table.

  the bell then rings, signaling it was time for class. "hey, come to the choir room after school." you tell him. he looks at you, confused. "just trust me on this one." "alrighty then." he smiles at you, and you two part ways.