Spending- All Time Low Fanfiction
Rian asks his friends for money, making them all concerned. High School AU. Word Count: 2157
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“You guys can work with one partner to finish up the worksheet, just don’t get too loud. Turn it in on your way out at the end of class,” Zack and Rian’s pop culture teacher said, taking a seat behind his desk.
“Let’s get this shit done as soon as possible, I have to study for the precal test I have next period,” Zack said to Rian as they moved their desks closer together.
“Sounds good to me. You do the front half of this, and I’ll do the back half,” Rian suggested. The two of them got to working on their respective sides of the worksheet, finishing it in about ten minutes.
“Can I copy your work first?” Zack asked, looking up from his worksheet to Rian.
“Sure, here it is,” Rian said, handing Zack his work. There were a couple minutes of silence, until Rian cleared his throat.
“Did you say something?” Zack asked, still copying Rian’s answers.
“Yeah, um, I actually was. I wanted to ask you for a favor,” Rian started.
“What is it?” Zack continued.
“Well, I really need to fill up my car after school, but I don’t exactly have the funds to do it, and I don’t get paid until the end of the week. Could you maybe lend me a twenty?” Rian explained, as Zack looked up, finally finished copying Rian’s work.
“Um, sure, I think I’ve got a twenty on me,” Zack replied, handing Rian both of their papers, before pulling his wallet out of his pocket, and looking through it.
“Here, I actually do have some cash,” Zack said, handing Rian the twenty.
“Thank you so much, I’ll pay you back as soon as I can,” Rian promised, putting the money into his wallet.
“No rush, it’s okay. I’ve got to study for my test now,” Zack replied, pulling out his precal things from his backpack.
Feeling a bit guilty, Rian took a deep breath before continuing to copy down the answers to the worksheet.
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“Hey, we should go over to the food court and get something, I didn’t have lunch at school earlier,” Jack said to Rian as they walked through the mall a few days later.
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind a sandwich or something,” Rian replied, following Jack over to the Subway in the food court. Jack ordered first, then went over to a table to save it for them. Rian ordered his sandwich, then followed the employee down to where the register was.
“That’ll be eleven seventy-two, how would you like to pay?” the employee asked Rian.
“With my debit card,” Rian replied, handing the employee his card. After swiping it and pressing a few buttons, the cashier looked up to Rian in confusion.
“Well, it didn’t take this, do you have another way you can pay?” the employee asked, handing Rian his card back.
“Shit, well, my friend is right over there, can I go ask him if he can help me out?” Rian asked back.
“That’s fine, go ahead,” the employee replied. Rian quickly went over to the table that Jack was sitting at, and Jack looked at Rian as he took a bite of his sandwich.
“What’s up, man? Where’s your sandwich?” Jack asked, chewing as he spoke.
“My debit card got declined, do you have twelve bucks that I could use to pay for my food? I’ll pay you back with my next paycheck,” Rian promised, sounding urgent.
“Um, I should, let me check,” Jack replied, setting down his sandwich so he could pull out his wallet.
“I have a ten and two ones, use this and whatever is left over can just go into the tip jar, I hate having loose change,” Jack said, handing Rian the money.
“Thank you so much, Jack, I’ll pay you back as soon as I can,” Rian promised.
“No rush, dude. Just go get your sandwich, and come back here, I have to tell you about this new girl in my homeroom,” Jack said with a big grin.
“Will do, thanks again!” Rian exclaimed, feeling guilty as he turned around to go back to the counter, and pay for his food.
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“I feel like we never come to your house, I’m glad we decided to today,” Alex said, following Rian through his front door after school the following day.
“I agree, we usually only come here for band practice. By the way, that’s at your house tomorrow, right?” Rian asked, leading Alex into the living room, where they set their backpacks down, before taking a seat on the couch.
“Yeah, it is. I’m glad we got you a second drumkit a while ago to keep at my house, so we can practice there sometimes. I feel like all of the noise probably annoys your parents,” Alex replied with a laugh.
“Honestly, I don’t think that they mind too much, but switching it up is definitely kind of nice,” Rian said back.
“That’s true. Hey, can we watch some TV?” Alex requested.
“Sure, maybe South Park is on,” Rian replied, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.
After a bit of channel surfing, Rian was able to find a station that was showing South Park.
“Hey, this is one of my favorite episodes!” Alex happily exclaimed, intently looking at the TV. Rian just laughed as he got comfortable and started to watch the episode. about fifteen minutes later, the kitchen door opened, and keys were placed in a glass tray.
“Sounds like my mom is home,” Rian said, as Alex continued to stare at the TV. After a few more minutes, there was a knock at the living room door, followed by it opening and Rian’s mom walking through it.
“Hey boys, how was school?” Rian’s mom asked, still standing in the doorway.
“Not too bad,” Rian replied, turning the TV down some.
“That’s good. Also, it’s good to see you, Alex,” Rian’s mom said with a smile.
“You too, Mrs. Dawson,” Alex replied.
“Rian, can I see you in the hallway for a minute?” Rian’s mom requested.
“Um, sure, I’ll be right back, Alex,” Rian replied, getting up from the couch. Alex watched Rian and his mom walk out of the room, hoping that everything was okay as he continued to watch the show.
After a few minutes, Rian came back into the living room, looking a bit nervous, concerning Alex.
“Woah, are you okay? You look a bit freaked out,” Alex asked, muting the TV as Rian sat back down on the couch.
“Well, my mom was telling me that my insurance is due tomorrow, but I’m broke. It’s fifty bucks, and I don’t think my checking account has even five dollars in it. Alex, do you think you could loan me fifty dollars? I’ll pay you back, I promise,” Rian asked, sounding nervous.
“Sure dude, but what about your job? Are they just, like, not paying you or something?” Alex continued.
“No, they are, but I don’t get paid until tomorrow night. I promise I’ll pay you back,” Rian replied as Alex grabbed his wallet, and pulled out the amount of money Rian needed.
“Here, don’t stress yourself out about paying me back, it’s all good,” Alex replied.
“Thank you so much, Alex. I guess we should get back to watching the show,” Rian suggested, grabbing the remote.
“Sure, let’s do that,” Alex agreed. Rian unmuted the TV, feeling some guilt in his gut.
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“All I’m saying, is that Rian better hurry the fuck up, I want to get practice over with, so we can all go get ice cream!” Jack exclaimed, making Alex and Jack roll their eyes.
“Dude just be patient. I feel kind of bad for him, he had to borrow some cash from me yesterday so he could pay his insurance on time, and he seemed to feel really bad about it,” Alex stated, finishing tuning his guitar.
“Hey, that’s weird, he asked me for gas money in class the other day,” Zack replied.
“He didn’t have enough money to pay for his Subway sandwich when we went to the mall the other day, so I had to cover it for him. He’s worked at his job a lot lately, I wonder what’s up with him,” Jack added.
“Maybe we should talk to him about this,” Zack suggested.
“I think we should. The fact he had to as all of us for money is a bit concerning, it’s really unlike him,” Alex stated.
“For sure, but maybe we should do it after practice. We really need to get this rehearsal in, and if we upset him or piss him off as soon as he gets here, it may not happen,” Zack pointed out.
“Good idea, we’ll ask him about everything after practice is over,” Jack replied. Before anyone else could say anything, they heard footsteps start to come down the stairs.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m running a bit late, let’s do this!” Rian exclaimed, practically running over to his drumkit.
“You finally made it! Let’s do this shit!” Jack replied. Seconds later, they started into their first song.
Overall, their rehearsal went well, like usual, but towards the end, Jack, Zack, and Alex all started to feel a bit nervous for the talk they were going to have with Rian in just minutes. Once they were finished, they set down their instruments, and looked at one another.
“That was a great rehearsal!” Rian exclaimed with a smile.
“It really was! Hey, dude, can we maybe ask you about something?” Alex asked, deciding to not beat around the bush.
“Um, sure, am I in trouble or something?” Rian asked with a laugh.
“Not at all, but the three of us kind of noticed something. Take it away, Jack,” Zack said, making Jack roll his eyes.
“Thank you, Zack. Anyway, while we were waiting for you to get here, we were all talking, and figured out that you asked all of us to borrow money this week,” Jack started, making Rian’s face turn a bit red.
“We’re not mad or anything, we’re just curious. You’ve been working a lot lately, so to be that short on cash, made us all feel concerned for you,” Alex finished.
“I’m so sorry I freaked you guys out; I didn’t mean for that to happen. I promise that I’m okay, and I’ll pay you all back as soon as I can,” Rian sincerely replied.
“We’re not concerned about you paying us back, I guess we’re just curious as to where all of your money is going, to where you can’t afford the shit you need,” Zack said back.
“Well, I was going to keep this a surprise until it all shipped in, but I bought some stuff for the band with my recent paychecks, which is why all of my money basically disappeared,” Rian started.
“What’d you buy?” Jack continued.
“Well, I bought a cover for my drumkit with our logo on it. I also designed some posters for us to put around school, and the city. The thing that cost the most by far, though, is I had some CDs made. I figured we could hand them out at gigs or sell them or something, to get our band more known. I’m sorry I wasn’t more up front about this when I asked you all for the money, but after buying all of that, I didn’t have enough money for the shit I actually needed,” Rian explained.
“Dude, you spent so much of your money on that? You didn’t have to,” Zack said.
“I know, but I thought it would all be really cool,” Rian replied, sounding a bit embarrassed.
“It is all really cool, but you didn’t have to buy all of that on your own. We all have jobs, and we’re all twenty-five percent of this band, you don’t have to make big purchases like that for the four of us. Next time let us help you, so you don’t break your bank account,” Alex said, laughing some.
“The other two are right, but that’s really cool of you, dude. I can’t wait to see it all,” Jack added, making Rian smile.
“You guys are awesome. Next time, we can just split it all. I’ll still pay you all back as soon as I can,” Rian promised.
“I think I’m speaking for all of us in saying this, but don’t worry about it,’ Alex decided, to which Zack and Jack agreed.
“I can’t’ just not pay you guys back,” Rian stated.
“You definitely can, you’ve spent more than enough,” Zack assured.
“They’re right. Now, I think we should get some ice cream, and it’ll give us a chance to treat the best drummer ever!” Jack exclaimed.
“Are you sure? I-“ Rian started.
“We’re going, come on!” Alex stated. They all smiled at each other before sprinting up the stairs, excited for the afternoon ahead of them.
A/N: Hey guys, this is a request for someone on here! I still have a couple requests to work on, but please continue to send in any ideas you all have! Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed this fic! Lots of love, Liv.
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No Sick Days
Pairing: Fred X Reader
Prompt: You’ve never missed a single day of classes, but a fever may stop you from keeping that perfect record. You have doubts on whether to continue to attend class and risk coughing into your cauldron or to take a day off.
A/N: Inspired by me, with a headache, taking my precal midterm. Hope you guys can enjoy this. Please take care of yourselves when you’re sick. And if you are sick, I hope this makes you feel better.
You woke up with a great sense of dread and a severely dry throat. You tried to groan out loud, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. You immediately frowned, hand snapping up to feel the temperature of your forehead. It was noticeably warmer, although you didn’t feel any pain yet.
As soon as you stand up to get water, you regret even opening your eyes. You cough as pain slowly begins to enter your head. Out of all the times to get sick, it had to be right when your exams were coming up. You were in for one hell of a school day for sure.
You plonk yourself down on the bench in the middle of the Great Hall. Appetite already diminished, you pour yourself cup after cup of hot tea. If you were going to be sick, you might as well work on getting as better as possible as fast as possible.
“Slow down there, Y/N. We’re not stuck in the middle of a desert and I don’t think the tea is going anywhere,” Fred jokes. His laughter dies as he sees you frowning.
“You know I love your jokes, Fred but I have a killer headache right now and I just need some quiet,” you inform him. You fold your arms on the table and rest your head.
“Did you get sick?” Fred frowns. “You do seem a lot paler today now that I think about it...” He grimaces at your groggy state. It wasn’t that you were normally a morning bird, but normally you’d be fully awake and ready to joke around halfway through breakfast.
“I guess I stayed up a bit too late these days to prepare for mid-year exams,” you hypothesize.
“You got sick because of school?” Fred gasped. “I really think you should go back to bed, darling. I mean no offence but vampire white is not the best color on you,” Fred urged. He went ahead to pour you another cup of tea.
“I can’t. Don’t worry about it Fred. I can make it through today and I’ll be all better by tomorrow. I’m sure of it,” you reassure him.
“If you say so, but take it easy. One failing mark won’t kill you. Not that you’ll fail anyway,” Fred warns. “I’ll at least walk you to class. Just in case.”
“Are you serious, Y/N?” Fred snaps as soon as you sit down for breakfast the next day.
In your defense, you looked slightly better. Some color had returned to your cheeks and your head only throbbed slightly now. In your eyes, that was ‘better’ enough to take the Charms test.
“What? I told you I’d be better and I am. I’m not even coughing anymore.” Immediately after you said that, a cough escaped. “Okay well not coughing a lot.”
"You’re insane, Y/N. Why can’t you just take a break?” Fred asks.
“Does mid-year exams ring a bell, Fred?” You retort. “These exams make up a lot of our grade and I can’t fail. You know that!”
Fred bites the inside of his cheek. “You’re making too big a deal of these dumb tests,” he tells you.
“Excuse me? Sorry for worrying about my future,” you shoot back at him with a glare. You shock yourself by being so snappy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Fred takes a deep breath. “It’s alright. You’re sick and you’re stressed. I’m just a bit concerned, and can you blame me? I don’t think you should suffer all because of a few tests.”
“But they’re not just a few small tests. I care a lot and I don’t want all my studying to go to waste. There’s only one test today. I promise I will go to bed after that. Sound alright to you?” You bargain.
Fred runs a hand through his hair in frustration. You don’t like having to argue so early in the morning, but you weren’t just going to go back to sleep. You woke up today to do one thing and you were going to get it done.
“Fine.” He states. “But get rest today. No more late night studying for exams. At least not until you’re a hundred and twenty percent better.”
“Yes sir, Fred sir.” You use one arm to give him a small salute.
“Don’t worry about dinner either. I’ll bring up food for the both of us and we can eat together. Sound good?” Fred suggests.
“Better than anything I’ve heard all week,” you confirm.
You carried on throughout your day, but exams and illness didn’t mix well and you ended up with a bigger headache every class you entered. Fred made sure to check up on you before you exited every class. You were fairly certain he sneaked out each time.
“I’m just walking you to class!” He defended himself.
“By cutting your own,” you pointed out.
“I never said that,” Fred pouted.
“Did you really have to?” You laughed despite your hoarse voice.
At the end of the day, you were grateful for his presence. He managed to keep you awake and balanced. You wanted to leap into his arms and make him carry you to your room, but you obviously weren’t going to ask him. Besides, it would seem to weird to all the other students anyway.
“Wished you stayed in bed, huh?” Fred chuckled as you leaned closer to him.
“Shut up. I think I at least got an Excellent,” you tell him.
“You look awful,” he states bluntly.
“Hey, that’s no way to talk to your partner!” You frown.
“You know what I mean, Y/N. You’re staying in bed tomorrow and that’s final.” Fred gave you a stern look.
“Thanks for the advice, mom,” you tease.
He sighed and shook his head, but didn’t say any more. You were infinitely relieved when you finally got to bed. You wanted to at least finish your homework, but Fred insisted you rest first.
“I’ll wake you up in an hour and then you can start working,” he promised.
You felt more at ease and closed your eyes.
When you woke up the following day, you felt a whole lot better. You only vaguely remembered what happened last night after going to bed.
You remembered Fred staying by your side constantly. You could have sword he woke you up for dinner. You remember the soup you had, and how it made your throat feel a million times better. Now that you thought about it, you remembered quite a few meals.
You smiled softly at his sleeping figure in the chair beside you. But your curiosity as to what happened and how much work you had left to do made you go into a panic mode.
“Fred! Fred!” You shook him awake.
“Ah! Wha-? Y/N?” Fred bolted upright and rubbed his eyes. “How’re you feeling love?” He asked with a sincere smile.
“Better,” you reply honestly. “But you promised to wake me up to do work! Gah, what day is it?”
“Sunday.” He replied casually. “Relax, Y/N you didn’t miss any full days of class.”
“I slept from Friday night to Sunday morning? I missed all of Saturday?” You screeched.
“Well technically it isn’t morning anymore. S’about two in the afternoon.” Fred was way too relaxed compared to you. You felt your stress already overwhelming you.
He noticed this quickly enough and eased you back down into bed. “Rest easy now, love. We don’t want you getting sick again. Don’t worry about school and stuff.” He tucked you in gently and kissed your forehead.
“Fred we went over this-”
“I did all of it for you alright?” He admitted. You stared at him blankly for a moment. Seeing the confusion on your face only made him chuckle. “I thought you’d be worried so I borrowed some notes from some people and finished your homework. Now you can rest all day.”
“R-really?” You were astonished. You knew Fred cared about you, but you clearly remembered needing to do at least rolls upon rolls of work. “But-”
“I mimicked your handwriting, I double checked all the answers, and I convinced the teachers to postpone your Transfiguration test until Tuesday. I got you covered,” Fred smirked proudly.
“I-I..Thank you..” You looked at Fred with such genuine eyes that he felt his smirk falter.
“I was just worried, that’s all...” Fred rubbed circles on the back of your hand. “I mean you always take care of me when I’m in trouble.”
“Well, now what do we do?” You ask. Sitting in your bed idle all day sounded nice, but it was a bit awkward feeling like a hospital patient.
“We could go back to sleep?” Fred suggested.
“We?” You giggled. “You’re not afraid of getting sick?”
“I’ve been hanging around you for three days straight, love. I think I’m immune by now.” Fred crawled into bed with you and kissed your forehead again. “Now rest easy.”
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