#TLOU 2 manny

[abbystanaccount]

Manny appreciation post

[sweetandabitspycho]

I’m going to start writing for him cuz god he is fineeee so please request if yall want

i NEEEEEED yall to make more manny fics he’s so fine

[melsbabydaddy]

nsfw slc headcanons cause it’s 3 am and im restless 👍

+ these are all completly self indulgent and i can have fun cause i can

warnings: nsfw talk (mdni), slight mention of weed and alcohol, talk of several kinks, i wrote this for myself

abby -

human embodiment of “damn u on the edge of the bed u bout to fall off”

she gets sooooo nervous and fidgety

easily flustered

but i feel when she gets used to someone, she gets more confident. she’ll be more likely to engage in stuff.

her strap hangs

not really kinky but likes hair pulling (both giving and receiving)

probably also something to do with spit

loves the bond of having sex, being so close and vulnerable with someone

her head game is immaculate 100/10

talks them through it in that low, breathy voice of hers

owen -

despite what most think, i don’t think owen is bad in bed lol

boat scene was at a really inconvenient time and a spur of the moment

normally, he’d be very careful when with someone, last thing he wants to do is hurt them

def makes cheesy jokes and gives sappy compliments while doing it

eye contact is everything to him

gives a lot of neck and chest kisses

likes when his back gets all scratched up during

does it deep and slow until he’s about to cum then he kinda rabbit fucks cause it feels so good

the aquarium is his favorite place cause it’s safe and romantic

prefers making love over just fucking

manny -

man has experience

whispers and moans in spanish, mainly cussing and praise

has a tongue and fingers that have people seeing stars

a considerate gentleman

has a whole box of love letters from his various partners

very big on consent, never wants to pressure someone into doing something

either has a good supply of protection (if it’s somehow available in the apocalypse) or has the strongest pull out game ever

will never turn down a blowjob and always returns the favor

long, breathless moans when he cums and his body always completely stills

gives the other crew members sex advice

mel -

could never fuck while a dog was in the room, especially alice

big giver, often forgets about her own pleasure cause she so focused on the other person

so squirmy when she gets head, literally have to hold her down by her hips to hold her still

lowkey probably has a breeding kink

not in a freak way but in a “i like the bond of family and crave the security” type of way

gasps and squeaks more than actual moans cause she afraid of being too loud

alcohol makes her flirty and frisky

secretly likes being bent over and flipped around like a doll

cums super easy, like to the point she’s embarrassed

squirter

nora -

focuses more on her job but every woman has needs

fucks causally and tends to avoid romance cause that’s too much drama for her

very direct and honest about this

likes to be worshiped

will do it back, but she expects it first and they have to earn it

loves riding someone’s face, enjoys having control as she gets eaten out

fucks slow but hard

quickies in the med tent when it’s empty

low, raspy praises and directions

usually gone by the morning after a one night stand

jordan -

canonically grunts a lot and is loud

does not care one bit that people can hear

eats pussy for his own pleasure, often causing overstimulation

likes having his hair touched, tugged on, and petted

praise gets him weak, tell him he’s good boy and he fucking melts

will never admit that to anyone

whimpers and gasps when he cums, also bucks his hips a lot

likes it rough and hard unless he’s feeling lovey, than it’s fast and passionate

deep, messy kisses

has taken the strap before and loved it

leah -

also canonically loud

probably a loud moaner and a screamer if it’s real good

100% takes dirty pictures and keeps them under her bed and uses them to masturbate

loves having her tits sucked on

very experimental and likes to try new things she sees in old magazines and movies

queen of giving aftercare

covers her partner in hickeys, wants to mark them everywhere

absolutely feral when ovulating

cowgirl position is her fav

can cum like 15 times in a row

nick -

loves slow, hip rocking fucking

close, tightly pressed, skin against skin is the best for him

cockwarming >>>

lots of low grunting and moaning

says “just the tip” a lot and it never is

the beanie stays on

thinks fucking while high is best thing in the world

def fucks on really slow patrols and stake outs

always finishes on the chest or in between the thighs

has been in a surprising number of threesomes

pls tell me if u like this so i can have an excuse to write and post more 🙏

[l-0-vl-3-y]

Abby taking care of sick reader just something fluffy like that?

Abby taking care of you when you’re sick

cw: intentional lower case sick reader female reader not proof read and fluff!!!

a/n: this is my first post so its not the best😭 but dont be afraid to request or even give me some writing tips!!

• let me just start with this girl goes ALL OUT when your sick. like cmon her dads a doctor she knows wasup

• abby definitely doesnt let you do shit when your sick. cleaning? the house is sparkling. hungry? she already made your favorite soup. coughing? she has cough drops in her pocket. shes gotchu trust.

• speaking of this girl will literally hand feed you.

• abby is also so much more clingy when your sick omllll :((

• she doesnt give a piss if your sick shes spooning you all day.

• also she 100% holds your hair when you throw up.

• after your done shes wiping your mouth telling you everythings okay and then she will literally brush your teeth after (self projecting i HATE throwing up like i literally cry)

• shes also making sure your dranking lots of water throughout the day.

• she will lay you in the couch and wrap you in a blanket then put on your favorite show / movie and cuddle up with you!! (confirmed)

• manny definitely makes fun of her for being so “up your ass” but she doesnt care she would do it everyday if she had to :(

a/n: sorry this is so short i tried my best👎 but anyways leave some suggestions!!!

[melstanaccount]

No crew like the Salt Lake Crew

[jaythedagger]

*cracks knuckles*

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Four - Sunflower

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

The only thing you feel when you wake up is wet. 

You had fallen asleep on Abby's shoulder so, she checks that your head is okay before she gets up from the floor. “What the fuck, Ellie!”

Both of your clothes are soaking wet, making them cling to your bodies. 

Ellie shrugs, “You two were out like a light. The only way I could wake you guys up was with water.”

“You could have shaken us awake. Not waterboard us!”

“Right, well, I need you two out of here before my parents get home. I don’t want people here when they yell at me for having a party…again.” 

Abby outstretches her hand and you gladly take it. She helps you get off the now soaking-wet floor. 

The two of you walk down the stairs, careful not to trip on puddles of beer, and make your way outside. The contrast between the dark house and the bright sunlight makes you squint your eyes. 

“How are you getting home?” Abby asks as she grabs her keys. They jingle as she grabs them from the carabiner clipped to her jeans. 

“My bike.” You point at the space where you parked your bike last night. Abby looks at you confused. When you look over, your heart drops. Your bike is nowhere to be found. 

“Fuck!” 

You turn and bang on Ellie’s door. Seconds later, Ellie opens it with a hand on her hip.

“What?” You can tell that she’s on edge. Whatever her parents will do to her is clouding her mind so nothing else matters to her right now.

“Have you seen my bike?” You point to the space where your bike was. 

“That was your bike? Some guy drove off with it last night. I thought it was his so I didn’t say anything. Sorry about that.”

“Do you remember what the guy looked like?” “TBH, I was fucking zooted so I don’t remember that part.” You thank Ellie for her time and collapse on her lawn. The shoes you are wearing were okay for biking but terrible for walking. The twenty-minute bike ride from Ellie’s house to yours just tripled. It would take you an hour to walk home. You really hoped that the asshole who took your bike ate shit in front of everyone at school. 

“Do you need a ride home?” Abby asks.

"No,” you lie. You would like a ride home but don’t want to be a burden. 

Abby can see right through your lie. “You are not walking home in those shoes,” she says. 

She’s right. No matter how much you’ve walked in platforms, walking an hour in them would be terrible for your feet. The only person you knew who could do that was Carrie Bradshaw and she wasn’t real.

“Get in the car.” Abby opens the door for you and closes it once you’re tucked inside. The leather seats are cracked, adding to the vintage charm. There are two CDs in the open glove compartment and a pack of gum. Once Abby’s inside the car, she reaches over you and closes it. 

“Sorry,” she says, “My car is a mess.” 

“It’s okay. You should see my room,” you joke. 

Your mother thought that your room was messy when in reality, it was only a little cluttered. Your entire desk is filled with little trinkets and memories from your past life. Clothes are thrown all over the floor from playing dress up one too many times and sometimes paper lays flatly on the floor if you’re too lazy to pick it up. 

“I didn’t know you collect CDs,” you add. 

“Yeah, I do. It’s cheaper than collecting vinyl,” Abby shrugs.

Abby turns the music up a little bit. Some new pop artist is playing and she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the music. The car is silent except for the music playing on the radio. 

You can’t believe the two of you were caught like that on the floor. Laying your head on Abby’s shoulder was innocent enough but the fact that the two of you fell asleep like that got to you. You didn’t even drink anything last night so there was no reason why you slept in. Then you remembered why you didn’t drink anything last night. You spilled your drink all over Owen. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and began to chew on it out of fear. What would Abby think when she found out that you spilled a drink on her boyfriend's t-shirt? Would she hate you and never want to talk to you again? Or would she also call you a bitch and hate you forever? Maybe if you came clean she would admire the fact that you were a real friend who never hid secrets from her.

“I have to tell you something,” you huffed out a nervous breath.

“Yes?”

“I spilled a drink on Owen last night.”

“On his J.Crew shirt? That ass.” She shook her head. “It was his favorite shirt and I told him not to wear it to parties anymore because someone would spill something on it. That’s what he gets for not listening to me,” Abby laughed. 

You let out a breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding in and laughed along with her.

“So, we’re cool?” 

Abby nodded, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

You shook your head and looked out the window, “No reason.” 

By the way that every house on the street looked the same, you knew that you were close to your own. You look over at Abby, confused. 

“How do you know where I live? I never told you my address.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Owen told me you lived by him in the house that just sold.” She bit her lip. 

Abby pulls up in your driveway and you almost curse out loud. Both of your parents' cars are in the driveway. Even though they’re never home, they've given you a curfew. You must be home before 12 in the morning and according to your phone, it is currently 10 am. You were so fucked. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you slip out of her truck.

Abby smiles, “Anytime. And I’m sorry about your bike.”

Abby waits until you’re inside of your house to pull off. Instead of going to the left, she turns right towards Owen’s house. You feel the tugging in your heart when you see the two of them together. It shouldn’t bother you that they’re spending time together but it does. You can’t quite put your feelings into words but they aren’t nice.

"Where have you been and why are you wet?” your mother asks, her arms crossed. 

“Since when do you care?” you shoot back. 

“Some partners from the firm are coming over and we need you to be here,” your father rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyed at your rebellious tone. 

“Why? So we can play happy little family again. No thanks, I have plans.” 

You walk past them and into your room. You don’t have plans but you’d rather walk all the way to hell and back than play into their little act. 

You change into dry and clean clothes, grab your bag, and head out the door. You have no idea how to use public transportation but you’ll figure it out today. 

Your parents don’t argue as you walk out of the door. Some weird part of you wants them to call for you but you know them. You know that they don’t want to waste more of their breath on you.

You don’t care where you’re going. You just need to get away. You take the first bus you see and ride it till the end of the line. It drops you off at a public park. Children scream with glee as they play on the playground, people walk their dogs along the sidewalk, and couples enjoy the cool breeze as they sit and enjoy each other's company. And then it hits you, that weird feeling inside of you that you get when you want something you can’t have. It makes you sit down and watch as the small waves flow through the small duck pond.

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Monday comes around, and you’re in the library with Abby. It’s the first day of tutoring and both of you are nervous. You want to be a good teacher and Abby wants to soak up all the knowledge she can. 

“So, what do you struggle with the most?” You ask, getting ready to take notes. 

“Memorization mostly,” Abby says truthfully, “But I’d like to work on everything.”

You get out a fresh set of flashcards and slide them over to Abby. “Why don’t we start with making some flashcards? You can write down the word and then the definition on the back.”

You observe Abby. She’s hunched over the note cards and writing things down with the speed of a cheetah. Usually, the curtains of the library are closed, causing it to be lit by the sickly white lights above, but today the curtains are drawn, exposing the beautiful sunlight. 

Abby’s skin drinks up the sun. The freckles littered on her skin make unique patterns that not even a skilled painter could recreate. 

You speak before your mouth has a chance to stop you. “Do you know what you remind me of?”

She looks up at you through her lashes, “What?” “A sunflower.” The way that she flourishes in the sun can only be compared to a sunflower. So delicate yet strong. The perfect contrast between the two.

Abby laughs which would cause the librarian to scold her but not today. Today, the librarian is nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The library doors open and the mood shifts. A chill runs down your spine. The librarian is awoken from her nap by the lack of sunlight. The clouds cover the sun and Abby is no longer illuminated by its rays. 

Heavy footsteps can be heard making their way towards your table. 

“Babe, I thought you said you were coming to my place after school?” Owen places his hand on Abby’s back and snakes it up to her shoulder. He looks you in the eye as he does this, making you more uncomfortable than you’ve been in your entire life.

Abby sits up straight and brushes the hair out of her face. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“What’s going on? You never forget to come over.”

“I’m tutoring her. Mr. Miller thought that it would be a good idea considering I have the best grade in that class,” you cut in on their conversation. 

Owen eyes you suspiciously as if there aren’t flashcards and textbooks on the table. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” he whispers, loudly enough for you to hear. He pats Abby’s shoulder twice before exiting the library. 

Once he’s out of sight, you can feel the sun come back out and the librarian knocks out. The sun's rays reflect off Abby's skin and back into the atmosphere. 

Next Chapter

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Thank you for reading!

[anulativxx]

you mean to tell me you can switch ellie’s guitar to a banjo??😭

someone write about banjo ellie 🙏

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Last of Us: Part II - All Cutscenes

[ellabswilliamson]

hc-ing Abby as NB based solely on the one line between her & Manny where he says "ladies first" and when he tries to have her go next she says "I thought you said ladies first?"

[abbystanaccount]

The Salt Lake Crew on their way to Jackson 🏕️

[punkrockmads]

Manny's Gym Shorts

Abby Anderson x Gn! Reader

Summary: You spend a peaceful morning with Abby before the gym

Author's note: A lot of my fics are usually implied Fem! Reader since most of my audience uses Fem! Identification but I noticed this one didn't have any real gender specifications so I marked it as Gn!

Also: I know I've been MIA for quite a while. I've been really struggling but I'm slowly getting back into writing! This fic is a little short but it's still good! I love you all!!❤

Waking up to the warmth of June's morning sunshine always starts your day off right. What makes it even better is the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around your torso and the gentle rise and fall of the chest beneath your head. Abby's heartbeat thrums softly below your left ear like a calming, steady melody.

Subconsciously, you delicately trace the tips of your fingers up and down her arm, feeling every muscle and admiring your girlfriend's strength. Your right hand finds its way to Abby's unbraided hair, gently combing through the soft, golden locks. You know Abby's awake when she lets out a small, quiet groan. Her grip around you tightens a little as she takes a deep breath. You look up at her, watching as her pretty blue eyes flutter open. "Hi." She whispers, and you feel like you're falling in love with her for the first time all over again.

"Hi." You smile, moving to rest your chin on Abby's chest. She looks down at you, tracing her knuckles over your cheek. "Sleep good?"

"Yeah." Abby nods. Her voice is raspy and thick with sleep. "Did you?" You nod in response, watching her with an adoring smile. "Good." She hums. You listen as her breathing changes from its relaxed pace to its awake and aware pace. Her inhales become deeper, her heart speeding up the tiniest bit. "I don't wanna get up." She sighs.

"Then don't." You laugh quietly. "Lay in bed with me forever." Abby chuckles, rolling the two of you onto your sides. "Do you have an assignment today?"

"No." Abby shakes her head. "But I gotta go to the gym in a bit. I missed a day."

"Can I come?" You ask. "I can spot you."

"You mean stare at me the whole time?" Abby smiles knowingly.

"Same thing." You shrug.

"Okay." Abby nods. "But we gotta get up." You whine into her shoulder as she sits the two of you up. "You wanted this!" She chuckles. "Come on, get dressed."

You look over to Manny's bed, seeing it empty. "The fuck did he go?"

"Out on rotation." Abby replies, standing up and stretching. "He had to leave early to relieve Nick from guard duty."

"Gross." You mumble. But you're not entirely paying attention as you watch Abby change into a dark red tank top.

Abby rummages through her bottom drawer. "Dammit." She mumbles. "Hey, have you seen my gym shorts?"

You think for a moment. "I'm pretty sure they're in your hamper. You wore them last time right?"

"Of course I forgot to wash both pairs." Abby laughs. "Manny's it is, then." She walks to his side of the room, grabbing a pair of black gym shorts out of his dresser. "You saw nothing." She warns playfully. You nod, laughing as you grab one of the shirts you leave behind for whenever you sleep in Abby's room. You change into it, deciding to just wear the shorts you have on.

"It's pretty outside." You mumble as you pull on your shoes.

"It is." Abby agrees. "You wanna go on a walk later?"

"Can we stop and play with the dogs on the way?" You ask, your face lighting up.

"Of course." Abby nods, laughing softly. You take her hands in yours as she leans in to kiss you. You kiss back, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your skin. The two of you pull away after a moment, and Abby leads you into the hall. "C'mon. I wanna try to beat my record."

[melsbabydaddy]

lev looked so majestic in this pic and this was literally manny off to the side

bro was giving the thousand yard stare 💀

[l-0-vl-3-y]

guys i wanna start writing send in small request like head cannons or blurbs nd stuff (you can ask for smut angst fluff etc)

ill write for:

ellie williams

abby anderson

joel miller

tommy miller

dina woodward

jesse

manny

if you want anyone else just ask and i can try!!!!

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Three - Champagne Coast

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

For the first time in a long time, you’re excited for the weekend. Usually, you’d stay home playing computer games, reading, watching TV or movies, and rocking back and forth while the spray from the shower falls on your head. While you enjoyed doing those things, you finally had something to do. Something that teenagers like you should do.

Ellie’s party was tonight and despite you having an entire closet full of clothes, you still didn’t have anything to wear. You open up Pinterest on your computer and search ‘party outfit ideas’ but everything that was coming up was very outdated. While you appreciated the party scene of the 2010s, you wanted to fit in, and that required a lot more than a turquoise peplum top and a mustache skater skirt. 

You settled on something that you would have worn to a low key party back in California. A black sheer long sleeve, a jean mini skirt, and bug tights clung to your body in a way that you could only describe as ‘tight.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, you thought that you were beautiful. With a little mascara, concealer, and lip gloss, you were ready to go. 

When you put on the mini skirt, you didn’t consider the fact that you had to bike to Ellie’s house. You looked around your empty neighborhood and sighed with relief. Everyone was inside eating dinner or getting ready for bed so luckily no one was out. 

You mount your bike and curse at the cold breeze that travels through your tights. The thin layer that covered your legs did nothing to protect against the cold Washington air. Thankfully you were smart enough to grab your leather jacket on the way out so you weren’t freezing to death, but living in California for seventeen years did not prepare you for this. 

Ellie’s house was about a twenty-minute bike ride away from yours. The ride had been smooth until you got to an uphill part. You hopped off your bike and walked up the hill, not wanting to exert yourself more than you needed to. Despite the hill messing up your flow, everything was still going fine. That was until you heard a car honk at you. 

The headlights of the truck blinded you. You squint your eyes and put your arm up in a way that would block the harsh light from your eyes. 

Owen pulled up next to you. “Need a ride?” he asked, a toothpick dangling from his lips. 

You’d rather ride your bike downhill into oncoming traffic than get in a car with him. You don’t know how Abby does it. 

“No thanks,” you said as you mounted your bike once again and peddled faster than your life depended on it. 

Owen sped off. You prayed that a police officer was hiding around the corner, ready to prosecute anyone who was speeding at this time of night, but maybe the higher power in the sky was done answering your prayers. As you pulled into Ellie’s driveway, you saw his car parked haphazardly on the street. You leaned your bike against her garage and walked to the front door. 

You would have knocked but you doubt that anyone would hear you over the music. You turn the knob and you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed. People are dancing, drinking with their friends, and gossiping in a circle. You make your way through the house, looking for any familiar faces but every corner you turn you’re met with a wall or people who don’t know who you are. 

That is until you see Dina and Jesse sitting on the couch accompanied by someone you haven’t met before. He looks to be around your age, maybe a little bit older. He has mid-length hair pulled up into a man bun and an untidy beard. Your friends from California would have thought that he was cute.  

Dina sees you and waves at you to join them. You walk over to them, stepping over a few stray red solo cups and sit on the armrest of the couch. Your shoulders drop and you smile softly. You can finally let your guard down now that you’re around some familiar faces. 

“You look amazing. You need to tell me where you get your clothes from!” Dina gushes over your outfit while you try not to let the compliment get to your head. 

It took you a while to get comfortable in your body. You would always compare yourself to your friends. They were the girls with the perfect beach bodies. You would wear whatever they wore and eat whatever they ate, but your body never looked like theirs. You hated yourself for existing in the body that you were born with, but one day something clicked within you and you finally started to appreciate all the things your body does for you. Once you were comfortable in the body that the Universe gave you, you were able to express yourself in the way that you wanted. 

The man sitting next to Jesse clears his throat and Jesse's eyes light up, almost as if he remembered something that he had forgotten.

“Oh, right. This is Manny.” Jesse points to the guy next to him who outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hands are a bit rough and calloused which means that he must work with them a lot. 

You introduce yourself to Manny and smile politely at him. There’s something about him that makes your heart melt. Maybe it’s his smile or the way that his hands feel in yours. 

“Manny’s the Captain of the wrestling team and the president of the ceramic club,” Dina comments.

“Oh? How come I’ve never seen you around school then?”

Jesse snorts, “Well, he’s either making out with his girlfriend, making bowls in the ceramics classroom, or smoking in his car. Either way, he’s never in class.” 

Manny hits Jesse on the back of the neck. “Hey, Nora’s not my girlfriend anymore and I do go to class.”

“Yeah, barely.”

Ellie waltzes over with a blunt and takes her place on Dina’s lap. She takes a hit, inhales it, and exhales in Dina’s face. This exchange makes Jesse gag. 

“Get a room!” he jokes.

Ellie scoffs, “It’s my house!”

“Break it up, you two.” Dina laughs and takes the blunt from Ellie. 

As they get into their own conversation on the couch, you get up and make your way to the kitchen. You aren’t much of a drinker but since you’re here you might as well live a little. You nearly jump for joy when you see the red bottle of grenadine on the table as well as some Sprite. No one can ever go wrong with a Dirty Shirley. 

As you pour everything into a cup, you sense someone’s presence behind you. Maybe it’s just some random kid who had the same idea as you, but once that dirty smell hits your nose, you crinkle your nose. 

“I didn’t know you drank. I thought you were a good girl” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops. You never want to be called a good girl, especially from Owen. You don’t want to turn around but you have to. God only knows what he’s doing behind you. 

You turn and walk backward, staring at him like he’s Ghostface and you're one of his unlucky victims. Your back hits the edge of the counter and your drink spills a little on the floor. He’s got you caged now, there’s no way you can escape without him catching you. You look at everyone dancing and chatting. Oh, how you wish you could have been one of those carefree people just letting loose on the dance floor. But no. You just had to get a drink. 

“You know, Abby doesn’t need to know what happens between us. I know you two are friends and all but-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you spill your drink all over the front of his shirt. 

You don’t know what gave you the courage to do that but the fact that he was so willing to cheat on Abby, one of the nicest people you’ve met at Lakeview just irks you. You could never betray Abby like that. 

Owen looks down at his shirt which gives you the perfect chance to escape. 

“This was from J.Crew you bitch!” You hear him say as you push through the people in the crowd. You say ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ as you move through them. Some of them give you dirty looks as you pass by but that's a problem for later, right now, you need to get somewhere quiet and secluded. 

You run up the stairs and into the first room you see. You slam the door behind you and slide down it, your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them.

“Ellie doesn’t want people-” Abby says before she turns around. When she sees that it’s you, she kneels in front of you and asks “Are you okay?”

You haven’t seen Abby since Mr. Miller suggested that you tutor her. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but you never got the chance to. She seemed too delicate to answer questions at that moment.

You look up at her and nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just needed a break.” 

Abby sits next to you. “I get it. Sometimes these parties get a little too much for me so I come up here. It’s their guest room so Ellie doesn’t really care but upstairs is still off-limits to randos.” 

“Abby, what was that in the hallway the other day?”

Her smile dissolves into regret as she looks at you. The events of that day replayed in her head. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I was just upset that I was finally bad at something.” 

“Hey, maybe you can tutor me. I need math help and you’re in AP Calc so I’m pretty sure you’re a math wizard. If you do that then we’re even.” 

“You, little lady, have yourself a deal.” 

You shake hands, sealing the deal.

Next Chapter

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Thank you for reading!