It's like 2Am here and I wanna write something to say THANK YOU FOR 100 READS ON THIS BOOK!!! So here we are- I'm not writing it out first.. which improves the quality but is also hella time consuming so here we go ig. Point out grammar mistakes/french words (idk much french but I'm learning more and keep messaging ppl in French whoops) I won't get mad if you do dw. THANK YOU EVERYONE! 🖤🖤🖤
Y/n's point of view:
As I sit at my cluttered desk (pretending to study) my phone lights up. I glance over quickly to see a message from the one and only Clay Jenson.
I hurriedly picky up my phone and read it.
"We found him." The three words I've been anxiously waiting two weeks for.
I jump up from my desk, sprint downstairs, throw my shoes on and run to Clay's house.
Tony's crimson Mustang is parked outside. He's here. I knock on the door, playing with my fingers nervously, after waiting for what feels like an eternity- but was obviously only a few seconds- the door opens to reveal Clay.
"He's in my room." He states before stepping aside to let me in.
"Just a warning though, he's a bit of a mess right now.. we'll let you two talk for a minute though.." Tony pitches in.
I simply nod in response before walking up the stairs. I approach the closed bedroom door and suddenly feel slightly uneasy. What if he doesn't want me here?
After some thinking I decide, fuck it and walk in.
I look over to the bed to see a familiar boy sitting there. His head in his hands. I tentatively make my way over to him and sit on the bed in complete silence.
After a moment he realises it's me and instantly wraps his arms around my waist, and lays his head in my lap.
"I-I'm so sorry." He stutters.
"Hey.. it's okay.." I state softly, drawing circles on his back with my fingers before moving my hands up to play with his brown curls.
We remain like this for a while before he proceeds to sit up and hug me properly, breaking down as he does so.
I wrap my arms tightly around him, rubbing his back with one hand and supporting his head with the other as he buries his face in my neck.
"It isn't okay. I-I left you and I- I didn't even say g-goodbye and- " I interrupt before he can start rambling, a habit of his when he's upset.
"Shh.. it is okay. Because you're safe now.. but next time please.. ask for help."
"I love you so fucking much Y/n."
"I love you more Justin," I kiss his head softly, "but you really need to take a shower."
He chuckles in response.
"I've forgotten how.. maybe you should show me?"
"And there's the Justin Foley I know." I laugh, looking at him as he pulls away from the hug smirking.
"Please baby."
"Mmm no. But I can ask Clay to show you how if you want?" I question as Clay walks in.
"On second thoughts, I just remembered how to shower haha."
"You guys are weird." He states before sitting down.
I then ask the question on all of our minds.
"So.. what now?"
Well that was kinda short and sad- and awful but I don't feel great so imma sleep. Ly all, gn xx
-L
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13 Reasons Why Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionI have watched all 4 seasons so there may be spoilers for those who haven't. I will write about anyone you want me to, just throw it in the requests section or Dm me about it :) I obviously do not own the 13 reasons why characters
