guess who's back!
Your trusty narrator, that's who!
Long time no read!
Okay. Cut the Intro.
Today's story is a good one. Young love. Ah, so precious. Or is it? Let's just say this:
Loud Music.
Teenagers.
Long summer nights.
But; it's not what you think it is.
Let me show you what I mean.
"Can you turn off that fucking terrible song?"
"Can you get your head out of your own ass and appreciate good music?"
Okay, that's probably not the best way to start a story about love. So let's find out how we ended up at this point, okay?
it was a Friday night, and Y/n L/n just got back from a shoot for a cover & interview. Not being able to fit a full meal into her busy schedule, she was craving food.
Photo shoot. Wow.
Yeah, at only 14 years old y/n was a huge influence in the world.
Seen as an actress, model, humanitarian; the world practically fell in love with her.
Starting out her career as a series regular on the show Supernatural, she built a name for herself at the age of 7. Growing up on the show, many people saw how she evolved throughout the years.
Although she was so thankful for what she has accomplished, she couldn't show the real side of her.
The grunge, punk, rock music she loved.
Staying home dancing around in sweatpants without a care in the world.
Staying up until 2am on the phone laughing with close friends about god knows what.
Living free.
Sure she could go out & share those things with the world, but frankly, she was scared.
Walking up the entrance staircase to her room, she dropped her bags onto her bed.
Changing out of the outfit she had on- which included a trench coat that cost so much it could buy a car -she put on black lululemon shorts and a white cropped tee from Brandy Melville.
This was what she preferred. She didn't care about how much everything was worth, or what other people thought of it. What mattered to
y/n was that she was comfortable.
Slipping on some black vans she ran down the stairs hopping into the passengers seat of her driver's car.
"Where to Miss. Y/n." Beau, the very friendly driver y/n had grown to love.
"Could we go to Panera, Uncle Beau?" They were so close she considered him family.
"Of course."
And with that, they drove to Panera, blasting Nirvana through the open windows.
Enough about Y/n. Let's introduce some of the people she'll cross paths with. Because, this wouldn't be a tale of love if we didn't have some controversy. Right?
Finn Wolfhard.
15 year old actor.
Pretty sarcastic.
Super attractive.
Hair so fabulous it would make Fabio shutter.
Total babe.
Jack Dylan Grazer.
14 year old actor.
Your local girlfriend stealer.
Pick up lines for days.
Quirky, yet adorable.
High energy; wild at times.
Wyatt Oleff.
14 year old actor.
Pretty chill.
Curls 4 days.
Also super attractive.
Would highly recommend.
Jaeden Lieberher.
15 year old actor.
Likes anime.
Strong career built.
Super smart.
Really cute.
At the time that y/n was merely debating where to eat, Jaeden was trying to take orders from his picky friends.
"For god sakes Jack, what do you want?" An annoyed Wyatt yelled at him.
"Well. You see a bread bowl is different depending on what you get in it." The freckled boy debated.
"How about we all go?" Jaeden finally spoke up, tossing the pen & paper he had in his hand across the room.
"Good plan. My dad can drive." Finn agreed, sending a text.
After being picked up by Mr. Wolfhard, the boys loaded into the car, Finn sitting next to his dad in the passenger seat, jack behind him, Jaeden to the left, and Wyatt in the back.
"Let's go get some food."
After pulling up to the restaurant, everyone but Jaeden left.
"You guys know what I want. I don't feel like hearing Jack debate with himself any longer."
Which was true, separated, they could make a decision. Throw them together and all hell breaks lose.
Sitting with the windows of the car down, Jaeden sat with his head on his hand.
He often had in depth thoughts with himself. It helped him clear his mind. But his thoughts were interrupted with loud music next to him.
Beau parked into the only empty spot in the lot; next to Mr. Wolfhard's car.
"You know what I want." She said to Beau, who was already out of the car.
"You know it!" With that he entered the building.
Jaeden sat intently watching the car. To be fair, it was a matte black Ferrari. Pretty hard to miss.
Hooking up the aux to her phone, y/n started playing 'The Less I Know The Better' by Tame Impala.
This was her free side. Not caring what other people thou-
"Can you turn off that fucking terrible song?"
Turning her head, she was met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes.
"Can you get your head out of your own ass and appreciate good music?"
a/n part 1 betchachos; the story has just begun...
*evil laughs that turn into obnoxious coughs* x
