Art by le me - S-a H.

Story request by : @EllaTheDerp. Please, check out her story :

https://www.wattpad.com/story/104394812-nitw-one-shots-two-shots-lemons-allowed-too

A dinner at (Y/n)'s

Spreading sunrise, pinkish glow, clouds tinted, colours spread across the sky announcing the new day, oranges and reds painted across the clouds as if by a celestial hand.

Twilight melted away, majestic sunrise, red orange glow seeping over the horizon as if the light itself was being poured from a molten sun. Powerful rays flood over the landscape lighting every blade of grass, shining from each leaf.

The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct. The (L/n) family woke up early, as always, starting to leap around the house to get ready for work. Mr. (L/n) - the respectable man of the household, fixed his baby-blue blouse and held his suitcase for work. Mrs. (L/n) the sweetest women of the household, done her hair, as she went to give a goodbye kiss to her husband. As both of the parent got ready, they reminded their child - (Y/n) that they shall be busy at work today. Leaving them a note with a list of groceries, they kept the responsibility of the house to their grown-up (Son/daughter).

For (Y/n) (L/n) it was a normal and fair act in the household. If the adults are busy - their child might as well help them with basic home chores : cleaning up the house, go buy groceries and products, or prepare dinner when the family arrives. Since the (skin-tan) (gender) just arrived back home in Possum Springs - (y/n) was still jobless. But instead going outside to hang out, the young adult decided to help their parents to show how much they Love them.

At first, (L/n) casually cleaned up the house. Tidings thing up - it didn't require much for the house to look back presentable and cozy. Grabbing the groceries list, (y/n) got ready and decided to go to the supermarket and buy something for today's lunch.

It was already late morning at this sort of hour, meanwhile , Bea was done with her shift today. Beatrice thought to go for some groceries, although they didn't need anything much - her father wanted to check some sales on few products this week. With a heavy sigh, Bea Santello decided to quickly ran through the supermarket for a glance.

The smoking lady got inside the store, didn't even bother to grab a cart or a mall basket. As she passed through stocks , Bea observed some of the prefer goods. Nothing caught her interest or her budget money, therefore deciding to move on - she stopped at the frozen stock that is labeled as 'kool sides'.

Beatrice Santello's eyes widen in unexpected shock - she saw a very familiar figure of a (gender) young adult. Their (hair-color) hair was simple let hang, as their (eye-color) eyes were focused on the frozen products. Bea couldn't believe her eyes, was this really (Y/n) (L/n)?

Meanwhile, The ice-cream freezer was stacked high with all of (Y/n)'s favourites, chocolate vanilla, raspberry ripple and tin roof sundae...but there were more, so many more! As their breath fogged up the glass another shopped cut in front of their reaching in decisively. She took a step back and waited until they were gone, this wasn't something (y/n) liked to rush. With hands holding the full mall basket, they walked up and down, looking at the prices as well as the flavour. Finally , the (hair-color) decided that nothing beats their love for (fav-ice cream).

With the store music playing softly behind the noise of the shoppers and tills, (Y/n) checked all the products that they were planning to pay for - until a sudden call interrupted their train of thoughts :

"(Y/n)?"

The voice was too familiar, and sounded participant rather than confused. Turning around for the source of the voice - (y/n) was face to face with a familiar tall slim female, wearing a black eyeshadow and a cigarette in their lips.

"Beatrice?"

"Oh my gosh, (Y/n)! You actually came!"

"Bea! Oh dear !"

Letting the heavy mall basket on the floor, (y/n) run up quickly to hug their dear old childhood friend - Beatrice Santello. Bea didn't expect an extra tight spine-killing hug, but the familiar warmth and voice of (Y/n)'s presence filled the Female with glee and happiness that she didn't experience in such a long time.

"Gregg told me you Came back, but he didn't tell me you would be in a store today!"

"Well it's not like I told him. I just needed to buy some stuff and prepare dinner while my parents are at work. I didn't expect to meet *You* here today!"

Exchanging few giggles, the Two young adults felt childhood and nostalgia run through them again. Implying to be polite and helpful, Bea wanted to help (y/n) to carry the heavy lift of food and products - but being the naive and stubborn (y/n) that they are - they disagreed and decided to invite Bea for lunch at their house.

Beatrice wanted to dismiss, feeling it will be uncivilized to come in home while they all are eating lunch. After 5 minutes of arguing and explaining that (y/n) parents are at work and it won't bother anyone - Bea finally agreed on coming over, receiving a squeak of happiness from the 24 year old.

"Alright, Alright. To make it up to you - I'll help you with lunch. Oh, and you'll have to tell me everything you did and saw while we're going."

"Aha, don'tcha worry, Bea - we have all day long!"

Metallic clatter of pots and pans, splutter of water from the sink faucet, and aroma of cooked fish wafting up the room ; the two young friends were cooking together while happily chatting and filling up the years they missed.

"No way, and did you chose the advanced mathematics?"

"Nah, I'd appreciate to have an extra lessons, but I decided to join the history of literature classes... hey, could you pass me some salt please?"

Beatrice was mixing the vegetables in the salad, as she had the spices next to her. Taking the salt within her fingers, she passed it to the (gender) that was frying the Salmon Fish on a pan. While handing the salt, Bea felt (Y/n) warm hands touch her fingers slightly.

"Thank you~!"

With a cheerful tone, (y/n) thanked her dear friend Beatrice for her kind help. It didn't bother Bea, she - on the other hand, was more than happy to finally spend more time with (y/n), she wanted to hear all those college stories and gossips from (L/n). Yes, indeed, The tall female was happy for her friend that graduate from college and got the education that they deserved - everyone knew how the (skin-color) (gender) would make everyone happy and proud. Bea just secretly wished she was with (y/n) all along - studying with them in college, experience everything with them in college, and being roommates together. But Alas, it wasn't as easy for anyone.

"Tadaa~ m'lady, dinner is ready!"

"Fancy."

Bea and (y/n) both prepared the table and sat. The rich and delicious aroma of the dish wafted down and beckoned the two young-adults. They couldn't resist the delightful sensations that whipped up inside their memory at the mere thought of delving their teeth deep and fast into the pulpy texture of the soft cooked fish. skarpsås of remoulade sauce spread atop in copious amounts and the wide assortment of potato and vegetable condiments sprinkled in the perfect amounts mingle next to the fish, produce a taste unlike any other: salty,pungent ,cheesy and nutritious with a whiff of Swedish cuisine and a tinge of a Finland taste.

Grunting in delight, the two ate in satisfaction - while (y/n) told how she got in that one home economics lesson and was taught about the Scandinavian kitchen. Bea listened carefully and exciting to everything (y/n) told her. But now that her dear friend (Y/n) is back, it seemed as if the innocent youth got back itself. The nostalgia of seeing (L/n) house again filled Beatrice with memories when they used to visit each other all the time.

the (gender) 24 year old was always an important figure for Bea, not only because of their friendship, but because (L/n) always made her best to take care of Bea in every way.

Ever since Santello lost her mother, Beatrice learned a valuable lesson - appreciation. She noticed how good friends as (Y/n) made their best to support her and take care of her. Growing up during her late teens without a mother and a father figure - Bea could only remember how (Y/n) stood as a family figure for her. As a mother, or a close sibling. The way the (gender) spoke with care and comfort would only a mother be experienced about. The way (L/n) supported and confronted with her was like a child asking for an advise from their parents. Bea could never forget that.

Cleaning up the dishes fast, (Y/n) ran up to their room to show their friend Bea something that they promised. (Y/n)'s photo album from college.

"Oh finally! My long wait has come to an end !"

"Ahaha yep, prepare yourself for the cringiest photos by me in college - thank you, Thank you!"

(Y/n) held a heavy (fav-color) album that was filled with small stickers and notes around it. Placing the thic album With a loud thud, Bea scooped closer to her friend to watch the (gender) slip through pages.

"So, here, that's when then the students of (fav-class) made us a tour over some of the halls.... that one, is when me and my friend tend to camp in the forest up during summer, it was pretty fun but the physical activities were exhausting! ...Oh oh, that one, was during Halloween and we had a completion of the best set of costumes and stories! You see, me and my group dressed as a gang of 80's animatronics! ... ooooh, now that one - was when me and my friend compete who could drink the most (fav-drink) and spin for 1 minute without puking! .... and and this-!"

Loud chuckle, laughter and snorts were heard from the dining room. The two were amazed at the huge amount of photos they observed - people, places, parties, stories, faces , and many more. Bea was surprised to the core of how much her friend has went through.

It seemed as if everyday was filled with parties and weird shenanigans for (Y/n) back in college.

Thousands of photos were just people smiling or (Y/n) photographed with someone - many new friends and acquainted people. Many were new places that (Y/n) visited while she was away in (country); beautiful cinematic shots, nature , monuments, buildings, museums. And, of course many were funny random photos of people goofing around, pathetic looking parties , and funny projects that people worked on.

Bea couldn't even imagine how does it feel to hold and remember all those different memories ,people and places ! As if, her dear friend went and lived as an absolute different person and soul. But the way (y/n) excitingly told everything with such a glee, made Beatrice's heart flutter with happiness.

"And one of the greatest photos that I got is - *boom* when I proudly stood next to the famous (monument) in (City)!"

"No. Fricking. Way. You even got there!?"

"Hehe, yep!"

"Do you understand that I always wished to visit it ? Tell me - is it huge and gorgeous looking as everyone says?!"

"Ha! That's the reason I wanted to go there - to show you the place and photos. And yes, Bea, I guarantee you with 100% certainty- it is amazing in all it's beauty!"

Bea gasped and looked with a hanging jaw at the photo in front of her. On the photo was (Y/n) taking a self-portrait of her face and the gigantic (monument) on a clear sunny day. The photo wasn't only amazingly looking ,but because Beatrice always dreamt of visiting the (City) valley and see the famous, rich touristic and historical monuments.

"Hey, (y/n)? Would you mind if I took this photo? If it's ok ,I can borrow it and make a copy-?"

"No no, you know what? I don't mind. You can take it! Here..."

Removing the photo from it transparent pocket - (y/n) grabbed the photo from the album and handed it to Bea. The female took a closer careful look at it, until she put it carefully in her pocket, and hugged her friend.

"Thank you, (Y/n). Really. I will cherish it."

With a fluttering complement, the two dear reunited friends spend the whole noon together - as if it would be the last moment of spending time together to tell their stories. Unfortunately, until the sun sat down, (Y/n) drove Bea on her moped scooter and decided to meet tomorrow on the band practice.

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... this chapter was accidentally deleted, so I had to rewrite it... rip

Story request and art specially made for our dear : @EllaTheDerp . I hope you liked it and it turned out as you wanted. again, art made by me - pretend that it's Bea and (Y/n).

Next chapter is Mae x Reader, so stay tuned.