Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

When We Were Young

Keanu Reeves x reader

Y/n didn't think she'd ever see him again, what were the odds anyway? There were seven billion people on earth, so really, they should have been slim. She shouldn't have been standing there, with a couple of girlfriends, sipping bubbly from a delicate flute, caught in girlish conversation, and he shouldn't have been stationed at the open bar, clutching a beer, propped on his elbow and staring at her as if he'd just seen a ghost. Keanu Reeves. 

She'd known him a long time ago, before he was the Keanu Reeves; blockbuster movie star, heartthrob and whatever else they called him. Instead, she'd known him when he was just Keanu, when they went to high school together. He hadn't spent long at the school, six months tops. He was a grade ahead, and they were in theater club together, though, they'd only met because of some kid's sixteenth birthday bash. It had been one of those parties where, invitations were by way of word of mouth and almost the entire school had turned up.

The moment had been quite like the current one; she was at a snack table with a couple friends and Keanu had caught her eye while he was in the hanging out with some guys from his hockey team. They'd made eyes at each other for a while, trading blushes and coy smiles, and by the end of the night, they were making out in a kitchen pantry. Even after Keanu had left the school, they'd stayed together, and they were each other's firsts in many respects; first kiss, first time, first love. All as well and Y/n had truthfully, Y/n had somehow concocted the idea that Keanu was going to be the guy she married.

But there they were, so many years gone by that she didn't even want to count them, and they weren't married. In fact, they hadn't even spoken since Y/n was nineteen; she'd just started college and Keanu was moving to Los Angeles hoping his career would find solid footing. They'd tried the age old long distance, but in the end, they'd parted ways, promising to remain friends but never following through.  

Barely holding up her end of the conversation, Y/n kept staring at him. She wondered how he was doing; she'd heard about all that he'd been through so many years ago, and had promised herself that she'd call, but life had gotten in they way and she could never find it in herself to get a hold of his number. Nearly twenty years had past since the nineties though, and standing in that crowded hall, at old colleague's premiere party, Y/n found that she felt a renewed guilt about never checking in. He looked good though, better than the cameras had warned; ruggedly handsome, with a beard now, one that suited him well and dressed all in black, with the exception of worn, brown lace up boots.  

She wondered if he was there alone.

"Excuse me," Y/n eventually shimmied out of the chat, sauntering off in Keanu's direction, not sure of what she was expecting but hoping it wasn't terribly awkward.

She looked just as good as the just time he'd seen her, almost thirty years ago. Keanu had heard about her notoriety in the industry, she was an excellent  writer, award winning and all. Still, they'd never crossed paths, until then, perhaps when he least expected. He wished someone had told him that Y/n would be there. Keanu wasn't particularly seeking nostalgia from his teenage years and locking eyes with Y/n had affected him more than he'd ever expected it to. 

When he was young, just a fool in love, running after a teenage girl who still had flowers in her hear and an extra prep in her step, Keanu had thought that Y/n was 'the one'. But eventually, distance had put a strain on their relationship, she was in Boston perusing her dream of becoming a screen writer while he was hustling in sunny L.A. Neither of them was willing to push pause and in the end, a teary goodbye was in order. They'd done it over the phone, back when they were still connected to cords and the wall. When she'd hung up, and Keanu had never admitted the fact to anyone, he'd cried. All hot tears and chocked sobs muffled by his tightly closed fist pressed to his quivering lips.