Busy | Dark Pit x Reader {Discontinued}

Chapter 15 ~ Farce

It was the next day, and like most responsible kids, I dredged up my body from the depths of my mattress to prepare to go to school. I hadn't fallen asleep as fast as I'd hoped last night, being too busy overthinking my actions for the next day. Needless to say, I think Dark Pit could tell I was tired, he raised an eyebrow when he scanned how I looked. Judgy much.

"Someone looks thrilled to be going to school." He says with an amused smile (or smirk, I was too tired to register what face exactly he was making).

"Shut up, you didn't only just fall asleep at 1 AM."

"And how would you know that, hmm?"

"..." Well, he's got me there.

"Yeah, figures. I've been here for a while now, have you even realised that?!" In all my lack of clarity, I can tell Dark Pit had narrowed his eyes in annoyance and... was he upset? That was something I couldn't figure out.

Not to mention the bombshell of a question he asked me. How long has he been here? I racked my brain through the events of the past. Was he here during the argument? Yes. Oh! The party... he was there then. That drawing competition? Yes?

My thoughts were cut off by him clearing his throat. "I'll take that as a no then."

"I..."

"Shouldn't you be going to school?" He snapped.

"I... yeah. We'll, uh, speak later." I fumbled out, scrambling to gather my belongings. Slamming the door, I paused to let the past minute sink in. Said pause was short lived, somewhere in my subconscious told me to look at the time and-oh no I'm going to be late.

School first, deep introspection into my relationship and time with Dark Pit later.

~

Lunch came around faster than I had anticipated, but that's just my luck. That damn table and its occupants will be the death of me, if I let it. Despite my rampant thinking from last night, I still couldn't figure out why I didn't want to tell my friends everything this badly.

I figured it out as the bell rang for lunch, which inevitably hindered my ability to tell the truth even more. At that point though, I really didn't want to talk to them. I wasn't even very close to most of them (excuse), maybe two of them at most I frequently speak with (excuse)? Other than that, I only really lightly converse with the rest at school (or social events that I somehow get roped into joining (excuse)).

That's what we were, school friends (excuse). With some exceptions of course.

"Y/N!" I turned to see Kayla beckoning to me, smiling cheerily. Reluctantly, I trudged over to the table occupied by expectant faces. Here goes nothing.

The conversation began with normal topics, upcoming events, bad teachers, a couple of rumours. My time to shine had to come sooner or later, it was the latter.

"-and it's soo odd that he never mentioned it!"

"Yeah, you'd think he'd trust people more."

"You think this commotion about it is why he didn't?"

"Must've felt awful to not be trusted like that..." Kayla's voice cut through the rest like a knife. Everyone at the table went silent.

That silence caught my attention for sure. I blinked out of my daze to see them all looking at me. "Hm? W-what's up?" I nervously asked, failing to act nonchalant.

"Y/N. Please, this has been going on for how long?"

"What has?" I ask, stalling for as long as they would possibly allow me to.

"Y/N."

"Ah." Sighing heavily, I began to speak. "Yeah so 'bout 5 months ago I awoke to this fucking shit." I pulled out the dumb note and presented it to them. "You wanna pass it around or should I read it?"

"I can read it." Kayla, my saviour, presents a far better alternative. I nodded at her and passed it, she hesitated before gently grabbing it, treating it as if it were made of glass.

Y/N,

I'm leaving. I'm leaving this house, this town, and most of all, I'm leaving you. I'm sorry, this isn't what mom or dad would've wanted me to do, but I have to. I have left you a fair bit of money and don't worry about bills. Most of the money you've been given was for university or college, I don't know where you'll go in the future, but I know you Y/N, you can handle living alone. I'm sure you'll have plenty of support. Anything I've left is in your possession now, take good care of my stuff (until you get rid of it).

I do love you Y/N, but I can't stay. I wouldn't want to leave you like they did. Maybe someday we'll meet again, but for your sake, I hope we don't.

I'm so so sorry,
[Brother]

"What even is this bullshit?!"

"Wow Y/N, that's... messed up!"

"Yeah!"

"You know...-" I zoned out quickly once the note was read, there was too much happening at once. The cafeteria felt miles away from me, despite my body being currently placed there. It was as if my brain separated my senses from my being and I could watch myself sit there, concerning everyone. Trying to jump back to reality was futile, so instead I mulled over all the intricacies of the peculiar situation I put my friends and I in.

On paper, I had thought hiding would be easy, and for the best. It proved to be neither, considering how much stress it put me under throughout the time I kept up the act. While I should have told them months ago (and months ago I was aware that I should've), my... pride? Ego? Either trait works, it wouldn't let me tell them regardless. All this garbage just piled up (with my secrecy and home) and I lashed out when someone saw it and reprimanded me for it. Having my so-called cover blown was a unique feeling. I was mortified, then downright furious, with the barest sense of relief waiting for the right moment to strike. As a matter of fact, it's still waiting. Deep down, I was asking for someone to find out what was going on considering my attempts to hide it quickly became poor. It's disappointing that everything caused so much turmoil for my friends and myself, but I had to have seen this coming.

The moment I chose to run from confrontation, a disaster was bound to happen.

"-Hey, Y/N? Earth to Y/N...?" Oh huh, there's Kayla. I was kicked back into reality quite harshly, causing me to blink rapidly. "Um, Y/N? You alright?"

"Ah, yeah uh... yeah." Perfect response Y/N. So eloquent and well put, what a composed person I am.

"Look Y/N. I don't even know what I've missed while I was gone but... I think I speak for most all of us when I say thank you. As much as I'm upset at what you've gone through and upset that you didn't trust us, I guess I'm just happy you chose to tell us eventually." Aria pipes up, features softening as she speaks.

"Yeah! I agree, just, tell us these things, okay?" Willow chimes in, eyes hopeful. The others agree and look at me with those stupid pitying eyes as I came up with words to spew. These people that I didn't talk to often know that my life is currently in shambles, why should they know?

Because they ARE your friends, and you ARE close with them. Don't kid yourself, you've grown close to them, regardless of how much you talk.

"I will, sorry. Just- ah, just know that I..." I spit out.

"Hm...?" They looked at me inquisitively as I decided whether the words I was going to say would sound incredibly stupid (spoiler, it did sound stupid.)

"I fucking love you guys."

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Alright I'll be honest. I'm lazy and also dislike Wattpad more and
more with every update haha oops. Longer chapter this time,
trying to make them over a set amount of words since I never
update anyways.
~SlyLunatic