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2p!England X Chubby!Reader- Part 2 (request)

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You looked over at your closet, you slowly got up. ‘Maybe... maybe I have a photo of him’ you thought and walked over to it. You opened it and pulled out some drawers from the right side; opened the top cabinet, pulled out old boxes filled with papers. All of them were awards and stuff but nothing that had to do with your old friend. You sat back and stared at your coat and scarf sitting on your chair. “I wonder where you are... and what you are doing...” you whispered and reached over for them; and as if like magic they disappeared before you touched them. You stood up and looked at your chair then turned your room inside out for them. ‘What’s going on?’ you asked yourself when you couldn’t find them.

‘Tell me that... you haven't forgotten me already?’ you heard a voice say from behind you. You turned around and tried to find the source. ‘Why have you forgotten me? Was I really not important to you?’ the voice asked again. “Of course you were. You are still important to me...” you said softly walking around aimlessly around in your room. It started to get dark, less light made it into your room. Then there was a shadow coming from the window. “Really, when why don’t you know me?” the shadow asked. You looked over at it, scared and just walked over to it. “I do... I know I do... my mind’s just playing tricks on me...” you replied and tried to take another step. You stopped, you felt as if you were trapped. You looked to your feet. There was a purple glowing circle. It looked like one you saw in a witchcraft book when you were younger. “I’ll see you later, poppet?” the shadow chuckled and disappeared. You fell to the floor and it all went dark around you. Was that a dream or a demon hunting you?

-Time Skip- Next Morning

You slowly got up, looking into your pillows. You rubbed your head and tried to stretch. ‘God, that hurts’ you thought and cracked your back. You stood up and walked over to your closet taking your uniform out. You didn’t remember when you changed or when you got into your bed. Were you asleep and you had that weird dream, or the other way around? You shrugged it off and put on your shirt, then your shirt. You went over to your mirror and sighed. You grabbed your belly. It was so plush and you didn’t like it. At least the skirt covered your tights and made your legs look a bit nice. You grabbed your comb and started to fix your (H/C) hair onto a (whatever hair style). Once in a while you stared deep into your own (E/C) eyes to see if you were still awake. You finished and headed to your living room, where you left your shoes.

You walked out with a quick bye to your mom. She kissed your forehead and smiled. You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “I’m not a little kid anymore” you whined. “You’ll always be my little baby girl” she smiled and went back to her cooking. You smiled and walked out, holding to your back pack. You sighed and counted your steps, you wanted to take you time. ‘Was there something important to do today?’ you asked yourself trying to recall anything. “Ah! The new kid and my project!” you realized and groaned dramatically falling on your knees. “You’re a good actor” a voice chuckled, it seemed familiar, especially the accent; that British accent. You looked over. There was a cheery strawberry blond hair guy smiling at you. He was pale and had a bit of freckles covering his cheeks. His eyes were bright blue and seemed to glow with joy. “Ello there, poppet” he greeted. You stared at him ‘p-poppet?’ you remembered the word from your ‘dream’. He stared at you for a bit and blinked seeing your reaction.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. You stood up and waved your hands. “N-nothing” you smiled. “Alright then. By the way, love, do you know where (your school) is?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s my school. Come along I’ll take you there” you said with a blush. ‘He called me love? It must be a British custom’ you chuckled. As you walked you remembered your old friend also had a British accent and called you love. ‘Yep, all Brits are like this’ you chuckled to yourself.

You guys made it to your school. You led him to the attendance office so he could get his schedule. You waited outside and looked at some of the students walk by. Some girls walked over to you. “So, I heard that the teacher’s got you a partner again. So lame you can’t make your own friends, teachers have to force kids to be work buddies with you” they laughed. You just looked down and tried ignoring them. “Oh come on, don’t get all butt hurt. It’s just a joke fatty” the other girl said. You kept looking down, it got harder to not try and hit them in the face. “Hey, poppet, what you doing?” The guy said as he waved his schedule out. “Oh so you do have a friend” one of them sounded really surprised. “Hey there. Are you friends with her?” he asked smiling. They blushed at his smile “W-well, we, we are” they lied. “Of course you aren’t. Didn’t you just say so? I can’t make friends. That’s why teachers have to force people to be my teammates” you growled and stomped away. He looked at them “Stop being assholes for your own sakes” he chirped and walked away not before giving them a killing glare.

He catched up to you, which wasn’t hard, and put his hand on your shoulder. “Do they always say bad things about you like that?” he asked. His face curious and worried at the same time; is nose wrinkled and his freckles move when he talked. “Yeah, a lot... but whatever.” you sighed. “Anyways what’s your class?” you asked trying to smile to change conversation. “Oh, it’s in room 311” he said and pointed at his paper. “Oh so you’re the new kid in my class. We’ll be partners for the fundraising project” you smiled. He smiled as well “Great what are we doing? I hope a bake sale I’m a great baker” he said and brought out a cupcake out of nowhere. You smiled widely and were about to hug him but stopped. You didn’t want him to feel your nasty plush on him so you started to walk again. He quickly gained your pace and hugged you instead. “This is going to be great!” he chimed. You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I bet~”
Yes part 2 of this. [ Requested by bcarefulumightchoke: bcarefulumightchoke.deviantart… ]
and I will not be putting up everything like said in my journal sorry ^^;

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TheRedPanda786's avatar
This must some sort of coincidence, My homeroom at school is also 311!