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A teenage girl enters her fatherâs office, dreading the news she was raised her whole life to anticipate. Sheâs being married off to some influential noble. Her father will make new connections through her marriage. Her motherâs in charge of the wedding, tradition states. Itâs a lovely cycle.
Her dress is quite pretty. Night Court black in silk, silver gems sewn onto the bodice and train of her veil, as well as the matching gloves. Theyâre what she imagines stars look like. Closest sheâll ever get to seeing them.
Her father-in-law makes a crude joke, his son will rip her stars away tonight. She wants to run. She doesnât. Remembers what happens to girls who run, who disobey. There are no High Lords in her bloodline.
The weddingâs over. She has a new home. Nightâs come. Her mother said to think happy thoughts. Itâs over. He wasnât all that rough, she supposes. It couldâve been worse. She prays to the Mother that once was enough. It wasnât. A second night. Then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth, a seventh, an eighth. Nothing.
Her husbandâs frustrated. Heâs taken a mistress. The whole household knows. She says nothing.
A decade passes. The mistress has two children. She remains childless. Her bed remains empty. Sheâs glad for it.
Two decades. The mistress is dead. Her husband killed her in a fit of rage. She never sees those two children again either.
Her husband starts visiting her again. It hurts. She thinks happy thoughts. Sheâs pregnant, hopes itâs a boy. Women canât inherit.
Ten months. An uneventful birth. Itâs a girl.
Three decades pass. She has a son now. Sheâs planning a wedding. Her daughterâs lucky, she thinks. Her future son-in-law is only 387. Not all that old. Sheâll attend a wedding soon enough, help her daughter plan it.
Itâs a lovely cycle.
#there is something so so so heartbreaking about the icâs inaction to better hewn city because they believe everyone there is evil#itâs almost like people are products of their environment and when said environment is oppressive and brutalizing you learn to survive it#they so boldly claim that mor was a dreamer in a court of nightmares but never wonder about the other girls in her position#with ambitious fathers but no future high lord for a cousin#with no way out#who have never seen the stars#who donât know how to dream#shame. shame on all of them. for every girl after mor. for every bride and her daughters#anti ic#acotar#anti inner circle#anti rhysand#anti feyre#anti cassian#anti azriel#anti morrigan#anti amren#simi writes:#ad infinitum#i wrote this in 30-ish minutes *pats self on the back*#my wipâs staring at me: đđđ
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Sports, Crushes, College and All Other Things Stressful (Nora x Black Female Reader)
AU where Nora is a stressed out college student and you are a simple black girl who has no time management.
Nora felt like she was a simple person.
She grew up in a small town near Salt Lake City, made it through the akward teenage phase, and graduated high school with honors.
Does it matter that she was always so close to pulling her own hair out in frustration? She doesnât think so.
She liked to think that her high school years went swell.
She was captain of the swim team, played in both tennis, chess, soccer, and volleyball. She was also co captain of the debate team, won the Reading Bowl in TOME for three years in a row (she didnât join freshman year) and did a bunch of community service at the homeless shelter every other Saturday from 9am to 3pm.
Yeah, Nora was a simple person, she thinks.
Does it matter that she barely had time to sleep? She doesnât think so.
She got into college with a full ride scholarship (which her family celebrated for two days straight. It practically turned into a block party.) She was on the Pre-Med track, wanting to become a pediatrician like her grandmother had been, and like her mother had been, and like her older sister had been as well.
WaitâŚwho exactly was she doing this foâ
Doesnât matter!
She got to get an apartment on the campus housing first year with her best friend, Abby, whoâs a biology major of all things, when Nora was pretty sure she was gonna be an English major. Her room was pretty average, but Abby often made comments about how it really needed some personality.
âYou donât even have a poster!â Abby remarked one day while she was laying on Noraâs bed. She had an old copy of Lord of the Flies in her hands, read and re-read about eight times.
âNot everyone needs a poster, Abby.â
âYeah, they do. Especially when you donât have a book or a video game, or even something to play music on-â
âIsnât it enough that I have a phone?â Nora placed her head on Abbyâs lap. Abby rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed so Nora would be more comfortable.
âAnd you had to beg your mother for it. Now hush and let me finish this chapter.â She leaned against the headboard and made a comment about how she was going to buy her a poster for Dirty Dancing or something.
Now that freshman year was almost over, and tennis season for the school had started up again a month prior, Nora, being captain of that and many other teams, was starting to feel even more stressed. She has to aid the coach in training the less athletic recruits, plan their next meeting, and prepare for their next game which was in two weeks, which was a few days before a big biochemistry test.
She was out by the track, the slightly warm early April air hitting the side of her sweaty face after almost an hour of staying out in the sun. There was another hour of practice left, and with a clipboard, a pen, and a timer in her hand, she watched the baby-faced girls run laps around the field.
âOk, the game is on a Saturday, it takes around 30 minutes to get there by bus, so 30 minutes to get back⌠but the game ends at 6:30 so I have to give at least another 30 minutes to an hour for traffic, not including the time it takes to shower and pack our stuff up so the latest Iâd get home is aroundâŚâ She looked up from her clipboard, tapping her feet on the floor. âJackson! If you want to play in the next game you gotta beat your record! Pick up the speed!â She called out to a red haired girl.
God, I really hope Iâm not sweating out my hair, she thought, brushing a few stray hairs back in her ponytail. Nora went back to muttering.
âOk so that means Iâll be home by 8 at the latest, and if I lock myself in my room and pull an all nighter, I could probably get all my studying done by 6-ish? Maybe⌠I would have to stock up on coffee. Iâll stop by the store on the way hoââ
Noraâs quiet rambling was interrupted by a voice.
âHey, Captain!â Nora didnât turn around, already knowing who it was by the voice alone.
(Y/n) (L/n).
Ah, Noraâs feelings for you wereâŚcomplicated, to say the least. But weâll get to that later.
âSorry Iâm so late.â You rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.
âFourth time this month, (Y/n).â Noraâs voice was stern, exasperated and a bit annoyed.
âI know. I know, butââ
âYou know the drill. 10 extra laps and you have to beat your record or else you donât play in the next game. Go.â Nora didnât look up from her clipboard, but knew you were pouting anyways.
Your footsteps echoed in Noraâs ears as you ran to the field, smiling at your teammates as they passed you. She marked off your name on her clipboard and wrote âLateâ next to it, again, with furrowed eyebrows and annoyance tickling the back of her brain.
When 4 oâclock came, the girls all filed out of the field and towards the locker room, feet tired and sore. You were still running, of course, doing the 10 (plus 10 extra) laps you were assigned. Although you werenât, Nora felt like you were taking your time, acting as if you hadnât a care in the world.
âGod, I have to get home and studyâŚâ Nora whispered and rolled her eyes, even though only 5 minutes had passed. By 4:15, you were done, walking back to her while rubbing your left thigh.
âHowâd I do, Captain?â You asked while wiping the sweat off of your forehead. You balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. Nora clicked the button on her timer once again and finally looked at you.
You had sweat stains on your blue shirt, and you picked at the edge of your shorts that rode up your thigh just a little bit.
âTwo minutes under your last time. I guess you get to stay in this time around.â Nora said curtly, pursing her lips while doing so.
You smiled as if you already knew the answer. âAw come on, Captain. Have a little faith in me, yeah? Iâm not all bad.â Your nose scrunched you as you pouted.
God your lips were so cuâ
âBut I do stink though. Imma hit the showers real quick. You coming?â Nora gulped, mind going a little to the left as she snapped out of her thoughts.
âYeah.â Was all Nora could say in response.
They walked into the locker rooms, all of the girls clean and gone. Nora placed her things on one of the benches, opening and looking into her locker for clean clothes. You did the same.
âJeez, all that time I put into doing my hair only to sweat it out in less than 10 minutes. I donât know how you do it, Captain.â You remarked, looking in the mirror of your locker. Nora hummed, but didnât respond. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her gym bag and started stripping.
Nora peeked into the mirror in her locker at you. Yours was diagonal from hers. You were still looking at yourself, not at her. Part of her wanted you to be.
Once she was done, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed some soap and a rag. She showered in silence, only being interrupted by the pat pat of your footsteps on the floor as you hopped in the showers next to her. You tied your hair up and put a bandana around your head before starting the shower, and Nora looked away before she could see anything else.
She thanked whatever god there was that there was a wall between you two.
But what if there wasnât?
Nora started to feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. She started to take note of the stretch marks and too thick hairs on her stomach and arms and legs.
Oh my god, is my hair presentable?
She went to smooth out her hair with a (thankfully) not soapy hand, but stopped herself. She wouldnât want to ruin her hair now. She spent all morning getting it together.
Wait? Why am I worrying about my appearance? My body is fine.
After her little realization, Nora started scrubbing really hard at her arms and legs, preoccupying her mind with the upcoming test.
Nora finished before you did, wrapping a towel around herself and waiting until she was out of your sight to start drying herself. She put on some lotion and deodorant, got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a green shirt and sneakers before grabbing her stuff and going to leave.
âCaptain!â Your voice stopped her.
Dammit! She was almost free!
âYeah?â Nora took a few steps back but didnât look in your direction.
âCan youâŚumâŚstay?â Noraâs spit got caught in her throat. âI mean, until Iâm done. I really donât like being in the locker room by myself. My mom always told me donât let myself be in a room alone.â You let out a laugh, albeit a bit nervous.
Nora nodded, spitting out a stuttered, âSure.â She hopes she didnât sound too excited. She leaned against the outside wall of the showers, facing away from you once more. Nora waited (im)patiently, suddenly remembering how she forgot her glasses at home and thatâs why she hasnât been able to see well all day. She also remembered the stain on the coffee table that she was too busy to clean up because she was rushing out of the house because she had slept through herâ
The squeak of the shower faucet snapped Nora out of her thoughts as the rush of water stopped. Nora kept her eyes on her shoes as you passed her, suddenly very interested in the speck of dirt on the toe of her left shoe.
I should clean it later, Nora thought.
âCaptain?â Noraâs head snapped up, looking towards you with large brown eyes. You brought a plump lip into your mouth before giving Nora a smile. You were done getting dressed, snatching the now-wet bandana off of your head.
God, is it hot in here? Nora feels like sheâs been sweating oceans.
âThank you for staying. Iâm sorry if I bothered you.â
âNo problem.â Itâs not like she doesnât have a test she has to study for or a meeting at 6 for a club that she really couldnât remember the name of now which was really concerning, but Nora couldnât bring herself to care because you were smiling at her and Noraâs heart was not working anymore.
Although part of her wanted to be mad at such a carefree attitude and your seemingly lack of schedule, she settled on scolding you instead.
âPractice is next Monday at 3. Try not to be late next time.â You nodded before grabbing your stuff from the bench behind you and walking out of the locker room in silence. Nora followed before you both split off in different directions.
Noraâs weekend was filled with nothing but meetings and studying and homework, with the constant repetition of âGame on a Saturday, test on a Mondayâ leaving her mouth. She started her mornings at 4 am, going for a 2 hour run around campus. At 6 she went back home and took a shower, answered a bunch of emails about things that Nora couldnât bring herself to care about anymore, and then she spent a good 3 hours studying old material from her classes, read a book she was assigned for Lit, then she was back studying again.
Wait, did she eat anything?
She wouldnât have if Abby hadnât practically shoved a piece of turkey bacon down her throat because, âYou literally havenât eaten since yesterday afternoonâ which she should be grateful for her friendâs willingness to remember the important things for her when she forgot them. She had meetings for Spanish and French Honor Society, Creative Writing, the schoolâs green club, and she also had to tutor a bunch of kids who were failing their math classes.
And to top it all off, you were late to practice, again! God, Nora wanted to be mad at you. You were being selfish at this point. Didnât you know that if you were late she had to stay with you until practice was over?
Well, technically, she didnât. She could leave practice whenever she wants to but honestly she didnât want to leave you to practice alone. Plus, you might slack off!
Noraâs eyebrows twitched at the thought. Itâs like you didnât have a care in the world! You just walked around wasting her time, your time even!
You arrived 15 minutes late, better than last time, but still late.
You were already preparing your excuses, but Nora shushed you, telling you to go and practice on your serves. You did just that. Nora had already completed her drills, now just waiting for you to show up. She wrote your name down and the word âlateâ next to it once again before she went back to observing her team.
Once 4 oâclock rolled around, the girls rolled out and into the locker rooms, while you stayed behind. Your serve was good, Nora thought, you were just a heavy hitter and would forget to try and get the ball into the court first.
After watching the ball fly past the court for the 3rd time, Nora sighed and made her way over to you. You spotted her and gave her a smile.
âHey, Captain! You need something?â You asked as you threw the ball in the air. You hit it across the net and watched as it flew straight into the wall. You grabbed another ball from the basket next to you and went to do it again until Nora gently grabbed your wrist and pulled it back down.
âYou hit too hard, (Y/n). Try it again, but with a little less force.â Nora stated, backing out of the court to watch you once more.
You tried again, only for the ball to land just outside of the court.
âThatâs ok, (Y/n), just try again.â Nora encouraged you. You tried again and again, only for you to keep hitting it out of the court.
You let out a huff, frustrated. âCaptainâŚâ You whined, turning to her with dragged feet. âThis seems pointless. I just keep hitting out of bounds.â Nora raised a brow, not taking you for the type to give up so easily.
âYou know we canât leave until you get it right.â You pouted at her answer before going to try again. Nora stopped you, walking up to you and grabbing the hand you were holding your racket in. âHere. Make your hand face the net. That always helped me serve better.â Nora turned your wrist. âNow plant your feet so theyâre in line with your shoulders.â You listened. âNow breathe in, slowly, and as you breathe in, toss the ball into the air and as soon as you exhale, swing. Donât focus on the force. Focus on how your hand moves to hit the ball.â Nora realized how close she was to you, how weird this mustâve looked to others and what they might think.
She was starting to get self-conscious again.
Nora cleared her throat and backed out of the court again. Once she was far enough, you served again, the ball just making it into the court. You jumped up in excitement, coily hair bouncing with you. Your eyes darted towards her, a wide smile on your brown face.
âCaptain! Captain I did it! Did you see?â You spoke with the giddiness of a child with a new toy, and, suddenly, Noraâs anger at you disappeared. Nora nodded with a smile.
âI saw. Good job, (Y/n).â You smiled wider at her praise, going to pick up all of the balls you managed to drop. Nora helped.
After cleaning up the mess you made, you both walked to the locker rooms. You repeated your routine from Friday, with Nora finishing earlier than you once again. Nora remembered how you had asked her to stay, and decided not to leave you behind. She walked to her locker in silence, getting dressed in some jeans, a graphic tee, and her same pair of sneakers she always wore before leaning against the walls of the showers like she did once before.
She was still facing away from you.
â(Y/n)?â Nora called, despite the lump in her throat about having to talk to you while you were naked.
âYeah, Captain?â You answered, stopping the humming you were previously doing.
âMay I ask, um, why are you always soâŚlate?â Nora tapped her fingers on the wall and hoped she didnât offend you with the question.
You were silent for a moment before answering. âI just lose track of time, yâknow?â Noraâs eyebrow twitched again. You spoke as if you knew what she was thinking. âYeah, yeah. I know thatâs not a good excuse. However, I get so caught up in the little things that I just forget to remember the big things.â Another twitch of the eyebrow.
God, was it gonna get stuck like that?
You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself as Nora moved to sit on the bench. She preoccupied herself with her shoes again and waited for you to get dressed. The buzz of your phone interrupted the silence between you two. You grabbed it from out of your locker and looked at the bright screen before scowling and placing it back in your bag.
âI wanna know, Captain.â You started, as you put underwear on. Nora cursed the human evolutionary habit of looking at anyone and anything that made noise, as she had turned her gaze towards you as you were putting on a dress and oh my goodness you werenât wearing a bra. Noraâs face burned as she quickly turned back around to look at her shoes. âHave you ever had Mr. Lance before?â It took a few seconds for Nora to register your question, and once she did, she shook her head no.
âU-Um⌠no. No I havenât, um⌠Why do you ask?â Preoccupy yourself with the test, Nora. Focus on the test.
Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.
âI wanted to thank you for once again putting up with me and helping me in practice. Other captains wouldâve just left me there.â Now she felt bad for thinking about leaving. âYou wanna go?â You turned to her with another smile, not caring that Nora wasnât even facing you.
âYou donât have to. Itâs really no problem.â
Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.
âCome on, Captain. Please. I promise you itâll be worth your time!â Nora finally gained the courage to look at you, and you were pouting. Good god you were pouting and it was so adorable and Nora really has to learn how to focus again.
Game on Saturday. Test on Monday.
Nora was in a trance. Your eyes had caught her in a trance and she couldnât get out but she had to. So she agreed to your little adventure. You jumped up again in excitement and Nora was once again reminded of the fact that you donât have on a bra. You both walked out of the locker room and you led Nora down the street to one of the coffee shops about 7 minutes away.
âMr. Lance is just a few minutes from here.â You started as you put your phone in your bag after checking it again. âAnd I know the name seems kinda boring, however, they serve the best ice cream there is.â You gave Nora another beaming smile to reassure her, even though Nora didnât need any reassurance.
Once you both arrived at the little parlor, you opened the door for Nora and she was immediately hit by the cool air and the smell of mint. Nora scrunched up her nose a little bit and sat at one of the red chaired booths. You sat opposite of her and folded your hands on top of each other.
âWhat do you usually get here?â Nora asked you, pushing her glasses up to her face.
âI either get the triple chocolate milkshake or the extra cookies and cream ice blizzard. But thatâs my personal preference. Get whatever you want.â You said nonchalantly, not even looking at the menu.
Would it be too embarrassing for Nora to admit that she didnât know how to choose? Nora thought that yes, it would be. However she couldnât just not order something after you had brought her all the way here. That would be rude! But it would also be rude to sit there and order something she wouldnât want and then sit there and pick at it because she had never really had time toâ
âAnd what about you, miss?â Nora jumped at the voice. She looked up from her death match with the colorful menu and at the waiter who was standing there with a notepad in her pale hands.
âUhâŚoh! Oh! I would like aâŚâ What the hell was that first thing you said? âA triple chocolate milkshake, please.â Noraâs face burned at her awkwardness. Maybe she didnât leave that weird teenage phase at all.
âComing right up! Iâll just take these off your hands.â The waiter grabbed the menus and walked off to the kitchen.
Nora tried to act like she didnât feel your gaze on her while you waited, and felt grateful when your phone buzzed for the third time that afternoon.
âGuess Iâm popular today, huh Captain?â You let out a chuckle as you turned your phone off.
Nora smiled back and she hoped it wasnât crooked.
You pulled at a curl on your head and frowned. âIâm so glad tomorrow is wash day. My hairâs been so uncooperative lately.â You pulled at the same curl again and watched as it bounced back into place. âCaptain.â You called her. Nora answered. âWhat do you think I should do with my hair? Twists or plaits? Ooh maybe I can do box braids instead.â You shot out ideas to her, hoping she would choose and make your life a bit easier.
âUm⌠I think youâd look good inâin twists.â Frankly you would look good in anything.
Wait, what?
âDonât you have to set out the whole day for that? You have classes tomorrow, donât you?â
âI have one class in the afternoon but it shouldnât be a problem. I can catch up easily.â You said nonchalantly.
She looked at the clock on the wall to check the time. 5:45 p.m. She cursed how fast this day was going.
Their treats came a few minutes later and you popped open your straw and dug in. Nora did the same, eyebrows raising at the onslaught of very, very sweet chocolate attacking her taste buds.
âSee. I told you it was good!â You said, licking a little bit of chocolate off of your lips. You swirled your straw around your glass. âIâm glad you decided to come with me, though.â You said offhandedly.
âWhy did you decide to bring me here?â Nora didnât mean for her voice to sound all nervous. She would roll with the punches.
âHmm. I already told you earlier that I wanted to thank you for putting up with me.â You took another sip and stuck your tongue out a bit. âBut also, and forgive me if I seem rude but, I thought this would relax you.â Nora raised an eyebrow. âYou always seem soâŚpent up. Like a stiff. I just noticed that you might need some sort of release or something, Captain. Thatâs all.â Nora realized that you were the only one to address her as Captain after practice, and in that moment she started to feel veryâŚdifferent.
Was she uncomfortable?
No, Nora wouldnât exactly describe it as that.
It was just that the heat creeping up her neck and the sudden realization that you were right and the idea of getting some sort of release, as you put it, was making her feel very, very weird.
It didnât help that Noraâs gaze went back to your lips and eyes and hands and chest and the realization that you werenât wearing a bra hit her again andâ
Why the hell was she so focused on that? Of all the damn things to focus on? Itâs not like the concept of not wearing a bra was foreign to her, she did it from time to time herself but what the fuck was so different when you did it?
Focus on something else, Nora. Focus on something else.
Like the test!
She had a game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.
Game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.
Game on Saturday, and boy were your eyes cute.
Game on Saturday, test on a Monday.
Itâs not like she had a problem with it.
Game on Saturday, test on Monday.
She was fine. Nora was so fine. Nothing to worry about here.
Maybe she did need a release. A time for herself to relax.
Game Saturday, test Monday.
Oh god was she staring at you?
Game, test. Saturday, Monday.
Were you smiling at her? You look so sweet.
Monday. Saturday. Monday. Game. Test. Relax. Release. Relax. Relax. Game. Test. Saturday. Monday. Relax. Release.
Her glass was empty and you were smiling at her and UGH.
Nora stood up, her knees knocking into the booth as she did so.
âIs everything alright, Captain?â You expressed concern over her. Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile went away.
âI gotta go.â Nora managed to choke out. She reached into her back pocket for her wallet as you stared at her with confusion.
âWhat? Are you sure?â Nora threw $20 on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor.
âYeah. I gotta⌠I gotta goâŚâ Nora turned and sped out of the shop, leaving you alone.
She made it back to her apartment and unlocked the door with shaky hands. Abby greeted her from the couch, hair in a low ponytail instead of its usual braid.
âHey, Nora youââ Abby stopped herself when she finally looked at her roommate. âWhatâs wrong?â She turned to her and grabbed her before Nora could sped past the couch. âCome on. Around the couch you go.â Abby pulled Nora by her belt loop around the couch and made her sit down. âWhatâs up with you. And donât say you have another test to study for because youâve already studied enough.â Nora scrunched up her nose and looked away from Abby.
âThereâs no such thing as too much studying.â
âNoraâŚâ Abbyâs voice was stern.
âFine, fine⌠Thereâs this⌠this girl and she⌠she said I was a stiff and treated me to ice cream today and I canât focus around her and also I canât stop thinking about her and alsoââ Nora plopped herself face first into Abbyâs lap, groaning loud enough for her roommate to hear.
âDoes my Nora have a crush?â Abby teased at her, poking the back of her head. Nora sprung up.
âWhat! No! Of course not!â Abby didnât believe her. âI just canât focus around her, thatâs all. And itâs frustrating me.â Nora defended herself, slumping against the couch.
âHmm. Sounds like a crush to me.â Abby retorted, leaning her head on her hand.
Nora couldnât have a crush! I mean, when has Nora ever had time to think about crushes? Or dating? Hell, with boys or girls!
âI donât have time for crushes, Abby.â Nora slumped some more until she sat on the floor.
âYou donât have time for anything, Nora! All you do is work, work, work. And I know weâre in college but that doesnât mean you have to give yourself to the seeds of capitalism just yet.â Abby kicked Nora in the thigh as a way of telling her to get off the floor.
Nora got up with a pout.
âAll Iâm saying, Nora,â She started, propping her feet on the coffee table, âis that maybe this could do you some good. You got to enjoy life, and you canât enjoy it if youâre stuck hunched over a book all day.â Nora rolled her eyes before retreating to her room to take a cold shower.
The next morning, after her 4am run and a long shower, Nora got dressed for the day and sat down at her desk to study. She didnât have any classes today, her professor for the day sending out an email to cancel class the night before. She opened the giant biology textbook that never left her desk and tried to remember where she had left off last.
I was writing notecards, she remembered as she searched her desk to find them.
Her search was interrupted by the loud ping of her cellphone. Nora chose to ignore it, thinking that it was probably just Abby trying to remind her to eat something. Her phone vibrated again and Nora rolled her eyes with a loud sigh and got up to check it out.
She walked over to her bed and picked the phone off the pillow, squinting her eyes at the sudden light hitting her face as another notification came.
âHi, Captain!â It was you. You texted her.
Oh my god you texted her!
âI know you said only to use your number in case of emergencies but I guess this would qualify as an emergency because you kinda left in a hurry so!!!â
âAre you ok, Captain? I wanted to check up on you afterwards but I didnât know whether youâd want me to use this number or not so I didnât text you but I didnât know what happened and I was getting nervous so I texted you.â God did you ramble.
âSorry for rambling.â You sent a few seconds later. You added a crying emoji for effect.
It was then, in that moment, that Nora realized she didnât know how to respond to you.
Why werenât her fingers moving?
Why was she just staring at her phone with a stupid face?
Move, dammit! Move!
With a deep breath, Nora let out a big, long groan of, âABBY!â Said friend was at her door within seconds, hair in a frenzy and protein bottle in her hands, ready to attack someone.
âNora! Nora what is it? Is someone dying?â With wide eyes, Nora handed Abby her phone, to which Abby lowered her guard and grabbed it out of Noraâs hands. âNora are you fucking kidding me?â Abby deadpanned after reading the messages, seeing it was only someone expressing concern over her friend and not likeâŚcyberstalking her or some shit.
âI donât know what to do please help me.â If Abby wasnât so mad at her she'd tease her for her inexperience and compare her to a lamb. Abby flopped on the bed with a groan and started typing away.
âWait, wait, wait! What are you doing?â Nora asked frantically as she tried to snatch the phone out of her hands.
âIâm replying. Duh!â She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âNo, but Abby! What are you saying to her?â Nora whined, attempting to grab it again only to fall on Abbyâs lap.
âYou know, for someone who denies that this is a crush you arenât really helping your case all that much.â She continued typing, and Nora thought that whatever she was typing would be long and embarrassing and stressful.
âAbby!â Nora dragged out her name as she tried to reach for the phone again. âCome on! I know youâre gonna put something embarrassing!â Nora gave Abby a pout and made no move to move off of her friend.
âIâm not! I swear!â
âThen read it to me!â
âWhat?â
âRead what you wrote to her!â
âUgh, youâre so childish.â She said as if she wasnât the one typing something to NoraâsâŚNoraâsâŚwellâŚNoraâs whatever. âHey, (y/n).â Abby paused. âSuch a cute name by the way. Good choice.â She continued. âIâm fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I was wondering if we could meet up later andââ Nora started to protest, reaching up for the phone. Abby held it away from her. âAnd I could, hey quit thatââ Abby smacked her hand away. âI could explain why Iâve been acting so weird lately, if thatâs alright with youâNooooooo.â Abby whined like a child when Nora snatched the phone away and deleted the text message. ���All my hard work! Wasted! Oh the inhumanity!â Abby fell on the bed, fake fainting.
âI donât wanna meet her.â Nora muttered as she stared at the phone with a glare.
âAnd why not? I told you, this is good!â Nora looked at her in disbelief. âThis is good! You need a break, Nora. If you donât slow down now next time you have time for yourself youâll be a bag of bones!â
âNot a bag of bonesâŚâ
âYes, a bag of bones! So you are going to take this phone, text this girl back, and you are going to talk to her or by god I will throw your planners away. And I know where you keep them. All of them.â Abby pushed the phone up to Noraâs face.
âEven the Scooby Doo one?â
âEspecially the Scooby Doo one. That goes first. Now type.â With a cry and a wail about how hard Abby was making her life, Nora started texting you back, giving the phone to Abby for approval.
âHey, (y/n).â She started typing. âAbby please donât make me do this.â Abby didnât budge. âIâm fine. Thank you for checking up on me. I promise Iâm ok and you donât need to worry about meââ
âDonât put that. You're invalidating her feelings.â Abby interjected.
ââŚIâm happy you checked up on me. If you want Iâd like to meetââ
âAbby Iâm nervous! Please canât I just go back to studying?â Abby told her no.
ââŚup with you again. Maybe sometime this afternoon. Or whenever you want to it doesnât have to be today it could be tomorrow or next week orââ
âYouâre stalling.â Abby warned her, already reaching for her Scooby Doo planner hidden under her mattress.
ââŚIs this afternoon good?â Nora closed her eyes and hit send.
You replied within a minute.
âSure! How about around 5. I should be done with my hair around then.â You sent a bunch of emojis afterwards and Nora plopped down in the bed with a groan after she agreed.
âSee? You see how good things go when you listen to me?â Abby put the almost destroyed planner back in its place and patted Nora on the head. Nora groaned even louder. âNow. I want to know what time youâre going so you can have time to look nice.â Abby added emphasis on that last part. âAnd I mean it. No sweatpants or oversized jackets. I want you looking nice.â Noraâs face dropped at Abbyâs constrictions.
âYouâre already making me suffer by going outside but now youâre making me dress nice? Youâre killing me, Abby!â
âNo, Iâm helping you. Now hold on for a second. I need to text the group chat about this historical moment.â Nora's eyes widened as she watched Abby get up and run back to her room before she could stop her.
When 4:30 rolled around, Nora patted herself down nervously and stared at Abby with a confused face.
âCome on, Nora. You look fine.â Nora stared at herself once more, her black jeans, light blue t-shirt and black shoes seeming tooâŚboring for this.
âI-I donât know, Abby. Maybe I should just cancel and say I got sick. Is it too late to hit myself with something?â Nora held her purse in shaky hands.
âNo! Youâre doing this. Now come on.â Abby dragged her from out her room and to the living room, where their friends, Manny, Owen, and Mel were hanging out and watching tv.
âYou guys! Abbyâs forcing me to go outside! Help me!â Nora tried to plead as she dragged her feet on the floor.
âHmm⌠I donât see a problem with that.â Manny spoked, looking at her with amusement clear on his features.
âYeah, Nora. Owen and I for sure thought you were going to turn into a vampire or something if you stayed inside any longer.â Mel agreed while Owen nodded his head.
âThatâs not how vampirism works and you know it!â Nora planted her feet into the ground and groaned. âOwen! Hide me! Help me! Save me!â Nora pleaded as Abby pushed her along to the door.
âSorry, Nora. My expertise is animals not humans.â He said with a shrug and put his head on Melâs shoulder.
âTraitors! Traitors! All of you!â Abby finally got her to the door and pushed her out with a huff.
âYou be back no earlier than 6. Got it?â Abby ordered. Before Nora, could protest, Abby interrupted her. âIf you wanna save the Scooby Doo planner you better start walking.â Nora closed her mouth and glared at her before calling her a muscle head and walking away. She heard the chorus of byeâs and have funâs as she walked down the hall. You both had agreed to meet up at the campus park, and as Nora walked up, she saw you sitting on the bench with a book in your hands. Nora recognized it as Pride and Prejudice, something Abby had read a thousand times.
You looked up and spotted her. With a smile, you said, âHi, Captain!â You placed the book beside you and waved at her. You had twists in your hair, and it went down to just below your shoulders.
âHey, (Y/n).â Nora sat down next to you and placed her hands in her lap.
âIâm glad you decided to meet up! I was really worried about you yesterday.â You tried to keep the smile on your face despite the concern present.
Noraâs face burned as she rubbed the back of her neck.
âYeah, um, sorry about that IâŚumâŚâ Nora couldnât really explain herself in that moment.
âNo need to explain yourself, Captain. Iâm just glad youâre ok.â Your smile never faltered and Nora decided to smile back.
âBut-But thank you! For, um, taking me to the ice cream place yesterday. I really appreciate it.â Nora didnât know why she was stuttering so much. If the group were here theyâd be laughing at her.
âNo problem. I like going there a lot. Not just for the treats butâŚitâs calming. Gives me time to get away.â Your phone buzzed and you checked it with a frown.
âIs everything alright?â Nora felt kinda sad when your attention wasnât on her.
âYeah. Itâs just my stupid ex.â EX? Ex as in ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend? Ex-partner? Oh my god what was Nora thinking? She didnât have time for crushes! Let alone any time for exes or dating of feelings orâ
âHey, Captain.â Nora perked up.
âY-Yeah?â She could run. Nora could run and hide and go back to the apartment Scooby Doo planner be DAMNED.
âYou remember when I told you about getting caught up in the little things?â Nora remembered, yes. âThis is one of those little things. Just relaxing in the park, or going to the ice cream parlor, or staying after practice with you.â
Wait, what? Nora mustâve misheard.
âI could never share those little things with anybody else. Not even a person I had thought I liked. But I can with you.â You turned to her with a smile, moving a stray twist from out of your face. âIâm glad I was able to show you the things that relax me. Hopefully, Captain, they can relax you too.â
âNora.â She blurted out.
âHmm?â You titled you head to the side.
âYou can call me Nora. I-I donât mind.â You smiled at her, and Nora started to feel her heart burst in her chest.
âOkâŚNora.â Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Nora liked you.
Holy shit. She liked you.
âI-Iâm glad you thought about me so much.â Nora played with her fingers as she spoke.
âWell, Nora. How about we go see a movie? I hear thereâs this new mystery movie thatâs so intense that people lost their senses when they left the theater!â
Nora laughed at your giddiness.
âSure. Iâd like that.â You stood up and grabbed your book to place it in your bag. You held out your hand to Nora and she took it, although a bit hesitantly.
âCool. Letâs go, then.â
Maybe, just maybe, Nora could learn how to handle a crush this time around.
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