She Don’t Wanna Marry Me
Part 3
8 years old
“Mama says you gots to marry your best friend to be happy.” You nod silent as you and Lorraine sit on the swings of the local park. You kick your feet to go higher watching the other girl struggle. A small pout begins to form making you smile. You jump off the swing running behind her as you begin to push her. Loving the sound of her squealing as she slowly goes higher.
“I love you Y/N!” You say nothing as you continue to push the girl once declaring she’s high enough jumping back on the swing next to her.
Once she gets tired and the usual ice cream truck sings as it arrives you both run. The coins in your pocket jingling as the girl next to you bounces on her heels. As you both tiptoe up to the counter you place the usual 1.75 down and ask for a vanilla ice cream, Lorraine’s favorite.
On the walk back home Lorraine licks away at her cone.
“How come you didn’t get a cone?”
You shrug. You didn’t tell her how that’s all the change you could find at home.
Her small hand grabs yours interlocking her sticky fingers with your clean ones. You grimace but let her continue.
“I know I’ll be happy when I marry you Y/n.”
13 years old
“I’m scared Y/NN.” You give her hand a squeeze making the girl face you.
“You’re gonna do great Raine I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.” She nods.
“You get nervous you just look at me and don’t look anywhere else.” Once more she nods biting her lip.
“I hate speaking in front of people.” You laugh lightly.
“I know but you gotta get used to it if you wanna be a big time author.” She sighed making you step closer and pull her into a hug. You felt her body sag in relief as you rubbed small circles in her back. “Ill be right here cheering you on.”
“Swear you ain’t leaving?”
“I promise I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else but with you. Now go.”
The girl scurried on stage almost tripping in her haste. The small brunette took a deep breath before she opened her mouth.
You watched entranced as the quiet girl you’ve come to love straighten her posture pushing her shoulders back and plastering a bright smile on her face. Lorraine hated putting on a show but her mother insisted she enter at least one beauty pageant in her life, first to make friends and second to boost her confidence she was scared the girl would be a recluse and become socially awkward. You stood back stage giving the girl a thumbs up as her mother waved from the front row. She’d dressed her as a true southern belle and her talent was to sing. Gone was the silent girl in her place a beautiful singer whose voice seemed to enchant everyone.
You could tell she’d gotten nervous once she looked at the large audience but relaxed the minute her eyes found yours. You offered a smile and even began to lipsynch, her smile grew wider as she knew you hated the song her mother chose for her but still listened to every word at every practice.
You’d spent countless nights going over dance steps and stupid questions, lifting her mood every-time she’d scowl or pout not wanting to do it anymore.
And imagine her surprise when she’d gotten 2nd place not first, thank the lord or she would’ve gone crazy. But she still placed and almost stole the show. You remember the feeling of her running up to you squeezing your neck and planting a fat kiss on your cheek once the show was over. Copious amounts of thank you falling from pink lips as she had not only gained confidence in herself but stepped out of her comfort zone.
15 years old
You pushed the boys face down further in the dirt.
“When a girl says no it means no Jack ass.”
“Y/n! STOP!” But you couldn’t stop, he tried to hurt Lorraine. He leaned in for a kiss and when she pushed him away he grabbed her almost ripping her shirt and still tried to kiss her.
“Y/n, please” she had gotten closer to you lips grazing your ear making you freeze the crowd around you both waiting. You huffed standing up but not before landing one more kick to the boys ribs.
“You stay the fuck away from her. You understand?” A cough and weak nod is all you get. A soft hand grabs your arm dragging you to the nearest bathroom, already washing the blood and dirt from your hands.
“You have to stop fighting.”
“I’ll stop fighting when people stop trynna take advantage of you.” The girl stares at you.
“So you’ll never stop fighting.”
“Exactly.” You crack a smile at her making her lips quiver. She doesn’t want to smile and have you think she condones this behavior but she likes having you as her protector. More often than not she can’t see when people take her kindness for weakness and having you around guaranteed they wouldn’t.
She sighs. “What should we tell mama and daddy?”
“Nothing I’m sure they’ll know before you even make it home.”
She steps closer to you placing a hand on your cheek. You soften a bit at the action making the girl laugh.
“A big ole teddy bear I swear.” You scowl stepping menacingly toward the girl making her back up. “Hold on I-“
You pick her up and swing her over your shoulder already running towards her house.
“PUT ME DOWN!”
22 Years Old - The Engagement Dinner Party
You were surprised how many old friends and family came up to you for a hug and wanted to catch up. You didn’t realize how long it had been since you’d been part of family functions after the birthday disaster you were sure everyone had written you off. A small body plopped next to you on the couch huffing.
“Are you as tired as I am?” Soft bleary eyes and a wide smile greeted you. She was drunk you could tell by the slight gloss in her eyes but she usually-
Her head hit your shoulder as her small hands began roaming your arms and chest. Never mind she’s very much drunk. She always got touchy whenever she had too much to drink.
“Yeah.” You said softly you pat her hands to her lap making her pout.
She went to put her hands back on you but Maxine plopped herself in between you two. Her and Bobby were watching from afar. Bobby sat next to Lorraine smiling softly almost apologetic but she knew Church Mouse was getting a little more touchy than usual.
“So mouse we just heard from your mom that you’re a singing beauty queen?” Maxine was casually running her hand down your forearm a small chuckle leaving you at Bobby’s question.
“They don’t know?” Lorraine looked to you glaring playfully until her eyes landed on her friends hand.
“No.” She muttered harshly. Your eyebrows furrowed confused making the smaller girl feel bad. It wasn’t your fault her friend was hanging off you. “I’m not as good a singer as Y/N though.”
You flush at the change of conversation.
“You sing Zuko?” Another chuckle left you at the nickname.
“Nah Raineys lying.” Said girl stuck her tongue out at you as her mom intervened.
“Of course she can sing,” she laughs.
You got lost in brown eyes and a constellation of freckles, a soft click in the background bringing you back.
Mrs.Day placed a kiss on your cheek laughing.
“It’s a miracle you didn’t have girls banging down the door.”
“Don’t speak too soon Mrs.Day I might just be Danny’s first and last groupie.” You looked over to get a wink and flirty wave from Maxine. Bobby laughed.
“I won’t lie I might fight you for her too.” You blushed as Lorraine laughed placing both arms around your neck.
“She only sings for me.” Her mother smirked at the possessive behavior as did Bobby.
You laugh once again prying Lorraine away.
“I think it’s time I get going.” Lorraine was once again pouting before she tilted her head to the side.
“What do ya mean? You’re home.” Mrs.Day cleared her throat.
“Sweetheart Y/N moved out about a year ago.” Her eyes widened as she turned to you abruptly.
“What?! Why?!”
You just shrug as Mrs.Days eyes get a little cloudy, her husband and his father finally coming in the room.
“How’s it going honey?” He places a soft kiss on his daughters forehead before wrapping a thick arm around his wife.
“I was just telling Lorraine that I’m heading out Mr.Day” The man nodded, the formality still leaving a quiet sting but he understood.
“You ok to get home?”
“Yeah no worries Mrs.Day I made sure not to drink too much.”
Lorraine watches you walk off before turning to her father.
“What did you do?”
The older man furrows his eyebrows at her.
“Don’t take that tone with me right now Lorraine, you’ve had a few glasses we can talk about this in the morning.” The younger girl huffed.
“We wouldn’t have to if y/n was here-“
“I think it’s time we all head to bed. Girls you can share Lorraine’s room or use Y-the guest bedroom.”
Lorraine scoffed stomping up to her room, Bobby and Maxine following shortly after.
“You alright Mouse?”
“She wasn’t supposed to leave. She belongs here with us.”
Maxine watched the girl carefully. “Maybe she got tired of waiting Mouse.”
“She promised to never leave.”
Bobby decided to chime in as well. “Did she promise to never leave the house or did she promise to never leave you?”
“Hey Lorraine I got a question..” the room grew quiet it was rare Maxine addressed anyone by their actual name.
The girls were met with silence nothing but the sound of quiet snores meeting their ears after a few minutes.
They turned off the light heading to the guest room.
As soon as the door shut brown eyes popped open staring out the window, mind racing as she thought about her best friend.
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“Until I found you” 1 (Jenna Ortega x fem reader)
Summary: Y/n is at a party with her friends..
Warnings: Alcohol, drinking, not edited, lazy writing, idk.
“Until I found you.”
‘Treat you better’ – Shawn Mendes was blasting out of the
speakers.
I pushed my way through the crowd of drunk and dancing
people in need of another drink. I poured some vodka into
my cup and took a long drink before I exhaled loudly, wiping
my mouth on my arm, then reached for the bottle again.
As my hand gripped the bottle, I noticed another hand reach
for the top of the bottle, snatching it out of my grip. My
hand swung back to my side, my gaze turned to see who had
snatched the bottle from me.
My eyes met his gaze.
Bright blue eyes fell right onto mine, as he poured the last of
the remaining drink from the bottle into his cup, and set it
back down on the table, he smiled giving a nod before he
returned back over to his friends.
I exhaled loudly again, looking down at my empty cup, I
swirled the last not even a mouthful of drink around the
bottom of it.
It wasn’t long before I found myself back over in the corner
of the room, humming along to the song playing although I
could barely hear it over the chatter that was slowly
increasing in volume as more and more people arrived at the
party.
“Y/n!”
I heard someone call out my name from the crowd, my eyes
searched the room to find them.
One of my best friends, Chloe emerged from the crowd of
people huddled together, she walked towards me.
A smile formed on my face as I realized who it was.
“Hey y/n!” She chirped.
“Hey.”
Chloe’s head tilted as she realized I was by myself.
“What are you doing here all alone?” she asked, frowning,
“I’m surprised the guys aren’t all over you.. Or girls for that
matter of fact.”
I laughed to myself.
“Yea right.”
“Oh c’mon,” Chloe whined, “maybe it wouldn’t be so bad
that you finally started.. y’know talking to people.”
“I’m perfectly fine as I am.” I said, shaking my head.
“Come on Y/n, don’t be lame!” Chloe pouted again before
she grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the otherside
of the room where some people were doing karaoke.
“I know you’ll never find another like ME!” the group of girls
belted.
Chloe giggled, singing along with them as she dragged me
over towards them.
A nervous smile formed across my face as a few people
looked over, and Chloe started twirling me around on the
spot, probably just trying to draw attention to the two of us.
After a long few very awkward moments, I just stood besides
Chloe who was venting about some Guy she has a crush on to
a few of her friends. I love Chloe, (as a friend) but jee shes
always got her head wrapped up in boy drama. What is this?
Like the 6th guy shes sworn she has a crush on.
I eventually spaced out, my eyes started to search the room
again. As a few girls had walked off I could now see Jenna
singing along to the music with her friends.
I had met Jenna in second grade, we knew eachother but we
never really spoke. I’m not even sure if I even have her
number saved on my phone if I’m honest.
I hadn’t noticed that I had started staring at her, until I
turned to see Chloe smirking at me, her hand under her chin.
“Oolala” Chloe chuckled, “looks like someones got a girl
crush.”
I shook my head.
“I love you Chlo, but shut the f**k up. Shes a friend of mine
okay?”
“What ever you say, sista.” Chloe said, chuckling again as she
went back to belting along to the song with her friends.
‘Did I really just get caught staring at her?’
‘Hopefully no one noticed…’
I thought to myself, a flush of red glazing my face from
embarrassment.
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