TAKE MY PICTURE , martin edwards .
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ martin discovers a piece of the past. ❞
413────highschool!student!martin! ⋆ f!oc! ✶ fanfiction , bittersweet romance , martin loves photography , angst , high school au
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𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬, the dust clogging his lungs. the particles continued to fly, colouring the air a musty grey. there had to be decades worth of grime in this attic, but that didn’t stop martin.
he continued his search, his hands brushing against foreign objects—some fuzzy, some smooth. one of these foreign objects was wet, sending a jolt of disgust through his body. whatever it was, martin was more than happy to never come in contact with it again.
the sound of his mother’s sharp voice made his movements falter.
“martin! what are you doing up there!?” she shouted, her voice echoing in martin’s ears, “for god’s sake, get down from there! dinner is nearly ready!”
“yeah, i’m nearly done!” he yelled back, huffing slightly, before continuing his hunt.
after a couple more minutes of rummaging, and possibly discovering a new organism, he found what he was looking for.
in the dim light of the attic, martin produced a polaroid camera.
but it wasn’t just any polaroid camera.
it was a polaroid camera produced by instax in nineteen eighty-eight. one of the first they ever produced. and martin had just discovered one lying around in his attic.
well, not really “discovered”, more that his grandmother told him she used to have one, and informed him of the whereabouts of it.
still, martin’s eyes glittered as he took in the camera. it was a simple design, only containing the colours black and white, but knowing how rare this type of these camera was, and the fact his grandma had used it before, made it even more special.
placing the camera to one side, his continued to dig, searching for the film his grandma promised came with it.
sure enough, he found three whole boxes filled with polaroid film.
tidying away the mess he had created, martin grabbed the camera, film, and disappeared down the ladder, shutting the mysteries of his attic away for another day.
just in time too, as his mother’s voice rang out again.
“MARTIN! YOU BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN THE NEXT TWO MINUTES OTHERWISE I’M CALLING YOUR FATHER!”
at the mention of his father, martin dashed into his room, dropping the stuff on his bed, and rushing downstairs to calm his mother.
the camera lay on his bed, like a treasured artefact. the lens was dusty, and parts of the black paint had chipped away, but to martin it was perfect.
and he could hardly wait to use it.
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