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requested by @blonded- prom dress by mxmtoon
y/n sat on the gymnasiums steps, head in her hands with slow tears crawling down her cheeks.
it was the end of her fourth year of high school and she felt like she was lacking in every way she possibly could.
"high schools great." they said.
she couldn't decipher whether or not she was just stupid or her education was slipping through her fingers.
of course it wasn't y/n's fault that she liked to be alone other than finn, her best friend, turned the boy she started crushing on. all she wanted right now was a hug from him, to feel his breath on her neck.
she could hear his band playing inside of the gym, singing the words of a familiar song that they always danced together to.
sadness was something so saddening to others, but it was all y/n knew. it was something she was fine with. and she could never call for help.
she was always alone.
and y/n started to sob, the dirt on the steps rubbed onto her white dress. her makeup smeared onto her face as she smudged it.
"how did i get here?" she whispered. she needed to know.
the music inside stopped and applause echoed in her ears. the normal music returned and she could hear the student's footsteps as they jumped and danced, blocking out the noise of the gym door opening.
finn could see her back towards him and her messed up hair. she was having a breakdown during a party she should be having fun at. "what's wrong?" he cooed, sitting down beside her and rubbing his hand against her back.
it sent chills up y/n's spine.
"nothing." she smiled.
the boy scoffed playfully and crossed his arms. "that explains your appearance."
y/n frowned, thinking he was calling her ugly. she didn't think that she looked that bad when she cried.
"seriously, tell me." finn said.
"i-i guess i thought prom was gonna be fun but now i'm sitting in the floor and all i wanna do is run." y/n sniffled.
"prom can be fun. it wasn't that fun when the bad was performing. malcom kept asking where you were because you'd normally be dancing in the back." he laughed.
she smiled gratefully knowing that at least somebody acknowledged her. "i just feel stupid. some confidence couldn't hurt me." her hand rubbed at her makeup, smearing it onto her palm and onto the pavement.
"i'll take you back to my house and we can play some games or watch movies. how about that?" finn stood up and ran a hand through his hair, offering a hand out for y/n to take.
