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pawnshopbleus · 6 months ago

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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.

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pawnshopbleus · 6 months ago

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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.

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