First Person POV
"Haha, that's sweet. Alright." I reply, reluctantly walking over to the seat next to the man closest to me, and sit down. He had short auburn hair that came up with a swoop, and bright blue eyes. Considering the bright ass hell red light reflecting off of them that has been giving me intense migraines from the minute I walked into this bar. In addition to the previous sobbing.
The tall man smiles. "Good, good! I'm glad you decided to join us. Looked pretty gloomy there." He sits back down. "So what's your name, stranger?"
"Umm, (Y/n)! Thank you for inviting me over. And what are, uh, your names?" I stutter out.
He chuckles, "So nice to meet you, 'Umm, (Y/n),'" I giggle. This guy's got some good energy. "My name's Garrett! This is Drew.." He puts his hand on the shoulder of the young man on his left, who has long silky hair and wears a pair of rectangular glasses. He waves at me and smiles. I smile and wave back.
"I'm Shane. Hi." The auburn haired man greets me, making a "hello" hand gesture. He flashes a smile, and I feel my cheeks heat up.
...
... Oh my God, what the hell? Snap out of it! I guess I should be grateful this headache-inducing red lighting even existed at this moment.
I flash an awkward toothy grin in return, "Nice to meet you guys, haha. It's not every day I come across some nice dudes at a bar who are willing to talk to an absolute stranger at 1:30 in the morning." I earn laughs from the three. Score!
Shane's POV
Jeez, hope I didn't look like a complete dork with that weird ass greeting. This girl's pretty damn funny from what I am hearing so far. I'm surprised she's sounding so lighthearted throughout this entire conversation. Just a couple of minutes аgo, she looked as if she was crying, and just.. out of it. Honestly, I'm still concerned. Seeing her up close, I can see it in her eyes. Is it strange to ask?
"You okay, Shane?" she asks while sipping on her cocktail, making me snap back to reality. My eyes are on her. Oh shit! Was I staring? Fuck.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Crap, sorry about that." I apologize. Garrett jumps in. "So (Y/n), tell us about yourself."
"Well, I work an office job. In my off-time I like drawing, writing, watching TV, and eating. I also absolutely ADORE horror movies. Oh, and um... eating. Ha." She giggles.
So cute.
I mean, what?
"Pretty cool! We can all agree on the eating part.." Garrett jokes. I nod elatedly. "HA, and horror movies, ey?" Garrett questions, "Shane here is all about them, pretty unhealthy, really. When he's not making vi- I mean.. eating his heart out.. he's either looking up the darkest shit or watching Scream."
I chuckle. "Yup, I plead guilty. I've wanted to direct a horror film ever since a was little. Well.. I'm literally 28. So.. But yeah! I'm.. working on it." I look to the side, earning a cute giggle from (Y/n).
"That's literally so cool! You should totally do it, I don't think it is ever too late. As long as you are passionate and determined, I'm sure you'll do amazing. And, I totally get you! I've also been OBSESSED. I have the Scream Trilogy Box Set back at home.. it's so unbelievably good." she explains.
Dude, no way.
My jaw drops, "Gurl, for real!? Same here, I've rewatched the set at least 37 times!" She nods. "Thanks so much. You got me feeling all motivated, haha."
"I'm working from home, and it's a whole process. I also adopted a cat just recently. So I haven't had much time to indulge in writing a script lately." I stated.
Her (y/c/e) eyes widen, "A cat, you say??"
Drew finally decides to speak up. "His cat is adorable, unnamed though.. If I had to describe him to you, he's like a furry cheeto puff."
"Hm, not just a cheeto puff! There's another thing he may remind me of," Garrett interjects. He's gonna fucking say some Harry Potter shit, I swear to god.. "He's the type of cat you would for sure name Ron Weasley, if you know what I mean." Damn it Garrett!! I roll my eyes.
(Y/n) laughs her heavenly laugh. "I know what you mean! You like Harry Potter? Hufflepuff right here~"
"Ooh! Really? I'm a-"
"Ooooookaaaay guyss. Time to stop talking. Calm your tits, Garrett." I interrupt. I roll my eyes, and everyone bursts out in laughter.
(Y/n) seems like such a carefree person. Not gonna lie... Kinda cute too. Though I bet she's thinking like Does he like... Brush his teeth? More yellow than fucking corn on the cob. That breath to... Fuck. Probably dating someone too.
First Person POV
I haven't felt this comfortable talking with somebody in a long while.
His laugh.. So fucking sexy.
Ugh, stop. You're out of it, (Y/n). Get ahold of yourself. He's probably dating somebody. Plus, you just met.
"Shoot." Garrett's looking at his phone. "I'm getting a call, this might take a while."
Drew stands up, "Um, gotta use the bathroom."
Shane and I nod. Both Garrett and Drew leave, and just like that, we're left alone.
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(A/N)
Just wanted to make it absolutely clear that in this fanfiction, though Ryland does exist, he is not in a relationship with Shane, nor is he interested.
Also, constructive criticism is not only permitted but also encouraged, so please. If there is anything that I could improve in my writing, please let me know.
Thanks, stay tuned! :P
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Lost | Shane Dawson x Bisexual!Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n), a 25 year old girl has finally managed to escape her abusive relationship after 3 years. She eventually stumbles upon Shane and his friends at her worst. How will (Y/n)'s first days of freedom transpire?
