tags: hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, highschool sweethearts, established relationship, mental health, high-functioning depression, suicidal thoughts, drugs, drug use, addiction
timeline: June 2020 (pretend covid never happened)
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Today was just another boring day in June. Sophomore year was coming to an end, and you could feel your motivation for school slipping away. You’re sitting on the bleachers, watching your class run laps around your school’s track while another class uses the field. You managed to skip P.E. with a fake doctor's note. Your teacher probably knew it was fake, but she let it slide anyway. One of your hands was picking and biting at your nails, chipping the sparkly pink nail polish. Every so often, you brushed your other hand through your bleached blonde hair. You could feel the grease building on your overgrown roots, but at this point, you couldn’t care less.
Your head was in the clouds, busy thinking about your sort-of boyfriend, Michael. He was that typical, charming, athletic guy who existed at every high school ever. He wasn’t bad, god no, not even close. He was great, but he just didn’t give you the… time you longed for.
You met through a mutual friend back in freshman year. You didn’t share classes, which made it difficult to see each other often. You’d sometimes hang out after school, usually with friends, rarely alone. Your friends were his too. You had that kind of relationship where everyone knew something was going on between you two. So cliché. Maybe, for the most part, it was surface-level connection. So what if most of your conversations were over text that dragged on until 3 a.m.? It felt rewarding, like someone finally wanted your presence and not just tolerated it. You desperately clung to that connection, often wondering if you were being delusional. But anyway, you guys weren’t actually dating dating.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard someone yell from afar, “Head's up!” You look up to see a soccer ball flying straight at you and closing in on your face. You fall back instantly from the force of the ball, feeling warm blood beginning to drip from your nose. Your vision begins to blur, and as you fade in and out of consciousness, you see a figure with curly black hair appear over you.
“Fuck, are you okay?” A voice says frantically. “Holy shit, Ryan, you’re absolute dogshit at soccer.”
“Shit shit shit, I am so sorry. Did she pass out?” Blurted by another voice you assumed belonged to Ryan.
“I’ll help her to the nurse’s office,” the curly-haired one’s voice suddenly sounded closer “Go tell coach for me”.
“Alright… Thanks, man.” You heard the other voice trail off.
The voice whispered, “Here, give me your hand,” as you felt yourself being lifted into his arms. That was the last thing you remembered before passing out completely.
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You blinked awake, slowly adjusting to the room’s lighting. You looked up at a white ceiling, hearing a fan whirring nearby. You turned to your left to see a person with curly, black, chin-length hair sitting near the window, looking out the field. You couldn't tell at first whether this person was a guy or a girl. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and lightly slapping your cheeks. After analysing the person’s face, noticing his sharp jawline and Adam's apple, you realized it was a guy. The sounds of you waking up were loud compared to how quiet the room was. That’s when he turned to you with a slightly shocked grin.
“Oh hey, you’re finally awake,” the stranger said with a relieved sigh. “A couple more minutes and I would’ve had to break it to Ryan that his shit soccer skills actually killed someone.” He rambled with a nervous laugh. Realizing how confused you probably were, he slowed down a bit. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
“I feel just like how a normal person is supposed to feel.” You gently collapsed back into the bed. “And, Ryan? Who the hell is that? Matter of fact, who the hell are you?” You groaned, turning back to him.
“Oh, sorry. I’m Roman. Leal. I’m from the other P.E. that’s at the same time as yours.” He explained.
“Right. Why am I here again?” You sighed heavily
“You got hit by a soccer ball my friend kicked.” Walking closer to the bed, he continued, “The nurse managed to clean up your bloody nose, but u passed out again”
Everything happened so quickly. You didn’t remember much, let alone passing out twice. You couldn’t remember what happened too clearly, only the feeling of being picked up and carried bridal-style.
“I offered to stay until you woke up.” He tucked his hands in his pockets as he lifted his gaze towards you.
“Wow, that’s nice of you”, you said with a hum.
“Nah, it’s nothin’,” He smugly wiped his chin, “My friend that hit you was too much of a pussy to go. Said he was scared you were gonna get revenge on him.”
Unamused, you replied, “Mmh… how long was I out for?”
Roman pulled out his phone, looking at the time, “You passed out during sixth period, and I think seventh is just about to end”
The door burst open, “Y/N!” Ah. Michael. “What are you doing here?” He said, clearing his throat and glaring at Roman.
“It’s nothing, man, just looking out for a friend. I was about to leave anyway,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll go tell the nurse that she’s awake.” He turned to speak to you, and in a much softer and warmer tone, he said, “Oh, by the way, I really like your pants. See ya, Y/N.” He waved as he walked out the door.
You blinked, looking down in confusion, and said in a barely audible voice, “Thanks?”
Michael looked back and forth between you a couple times. “What happened? What was that guy doing in here? Are you okay?” He blabbered, bombarding you with too many questions.
“Mike, calm down, I’m fine”, you sighed as you rubbed your cheek, “I just wanna go home, okay?”
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a/n: hai first ish real chapter of a fanfic ive written ever so it might just be a nothing burger but im so scared im shaking and peeing like a chihuahua =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇) also im not american so im not sure how accurate the high school depiction is ;-; i kinda mixed my knowledge from watching movies and anime heh… and finally a special thank u to my beta reader, the one and only ms. 2bun
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