#jackdgrazer

prompt number: one - "it will be fun, trust me."

fandom: shazam (freddy freeman × reader)

rating: e for everyone!

warnings: i don't think there's anything

word count: 2.1k

(i'm considering writing a part two to this, hopefully i'll get around to it!)

@delightfullyspeedyearthquake hope you enjoy it! 💕

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"are you sure it's safe?" you asked your best friend as you peered down the side of her house through her bedroom window.

"of course," cassie said, moving you over to stand next to you. "i've done it millions of times."

you turned to face her, raising your eyebrow. "what? my parents never let me do anything." she moved, flopping down to sit on her bed. "sneaking out is really the only option,"

"we don't even like katy," you said, sitting beside her on her bed. "why are we going through all this just to go to her party?"

cassie laughed, allowing herself to fall back on her bed. "duh! she's the most popular girl at school. she invited us. if we don't come, everyone's gonna think we're lame,"

"i guess," you said, standing. you moved back towards her window, gazing through it once more. it wasn't that far down.

"come on, y/n," cassie urged you. she was still laying down, staring up at the ceiling. "it will be fun, trust me."

you took one last good look through the window before turning to face your friend. "fine," you sighed. "you're going first though."

"what?!" she said, bolting upright.

"it's your house!" you cried, gesturing to the walls surrounding you. "and you're the experienced one!" she rolled her eyes, staring at the ground for the moment.

"fine," she said finally, standing up from her position on her bed. "but you're knocking on katy's door when we get there."

"deal," you said, stepping away from the window.

you watched as she slowly climbed out, shuffling down the window sill. she grabbed onto the drainage pipe, and slid down it with ease. "now you!" she whisper-yelled from the ground.

you were sweating profusely, but you were determined to be brave. you copied your friend's moves exactly, making your way down the window sill and towards the pipe the same way she had.

you were just starting to feel confident in yourself, when your hand slid from the pipe. your heart dropped.

~

your fall to the ground wasn't too painful- seeing as you blacked out. when you finally came to, you were laying on your back in a hospital bed. everything ached.

slowly, you opened your eyes to see cassie and her parents by your bedside.

"mom, she's up-" cassie said, tugging her mother's sleeve.

"oh-" her mom spun to face you. "y/n, love, what were you thinking? sneaking out? for cassie, the isn't unusual." you noticed your friend rolling her eyes from her position behind her mother. "but you? i expect better from you, dear."

"i'm sorry," you said, staring down. that's when you noticed your arm. your eyes went wide, and your other arm flung up to touch the cast. all you could do from there was stare in horror.

"you broke your arm," cassie supplied. her mother threw her an angry look and gestured for her to sit down.

"your parents are on their way, sweetie. there's just a few more things to take care of here, and then you'll be home."

you gave her your 'you-are-an-adult-and-i-have-to-be nice-to-you' smile, while trying your best not to cry.

you had things to do! a life to live! how could you ever go on with a broken arm?! Surely, you thought, this was the end.

a few doctors came in and out before your parents arrived to discharge you. during the drive home, you all sat silently in the car. though you much preferred the silence to screaming, you knew your parents were livid, and were not eager for the scolding you'd receive when you got home.

as soon as your mom shut the front door, you expected the two of your parents to start yelling their lungs off at you, but they didn't. instead, your mother silently held out her hand. you instinctively placed your phone there, staring down at the floor.

you made your way to your room, where you could finally cry in private. all you wanted was to bury your face in your hands, but you couldn't even do that with your stupid cast!

you sobbed into your pillow for a good hour of two, before finally deciding it was time to put on your pajamas again and try to fall asleep.

you almost began to cry again, as you found that changing your clothes was a challenge now.

eventually, you got your sleeve over your cast, and got into bed. needless to say, you got no sleep that night.

you spent the entire night tossing and turning in your bed, trying to find the most comfortable position, only to end up crying 'til daylight.

you lifted your head from the pillow that was now soaked with your tears, staring at your ringing alarm clock blankly.

you let your head drop back down, groaning into your pillow. you knew that there was no way in hell your mom was letting you stay home from school, so you didn't bother asking. you merely pulled yourself out of bed, and began to get ready.

everything took a bit longer than usual, due to your injury, but you managed to get yourself out of the door on time.

as you walked, you kept your eyes focused on the ground before you, praying that no one would try to talk to you.

"y/n!" you heard. your head shot up to meet the eyes of the person who'd called your name.

oh god.

katy.

"so you weren't at my party last- omg! you broke your arm?!? wait, when? and, like, how?"

you sighed, not exactly eager to tell her the truth. "cassie and i were messing around by her window, and somehow i fell through," you lied.

"oh, you poor thing!" katy cried, giving you a one armed hug.

it wasn't that katy was rude, or snobby; on the contrary- she was actually kind of a nice person. there was just... something about her- maybe it was the way she talked, or the people she hung around- that made her so unlikable. or maybe it was her incredible ability to point out everything wrong in a situation.

"yeah," you mumbled.

"oh! you're going to have to sit out of gym! and it's your left arm, so you won't even be able to get out of school!"

there it was.

you frowned at the ground. you honestly hadn't thought of any of that. "you're right..." you looked up at the girl beside you. she looked genuinely upset over your broken arm. "hey, katy?"

"yeah?"

"sorry we couldn't make it to-"

"don't even! you arm is broken, y/n! you don't have anything to apologize for, and neither does cassie." you looked at her, confused.

"but, when you came up to me-"

"i was going to give you this," she interrupted. she stopped walking, and took her backpack off of her shoulders. she unzipped it, and pulled out a small cutesy gift bag. "everyone got one at the party, and since you two didn't come, i thought i could bring them to you at school."

you stared at the gift as she handed it to you. katy was a good person. "t-thanks," you smiled.

the two of you walked the rest of the way to school side by side. while nothing was said after the gift bag exchange, you still felt like you'd seen the girl in a new light.

you walked into the school, each of you placing your bags in the check area. "bye," you said to katy, grabbing your bag and heading for your homeroom.

you opened your locker alright, and almost even forgot about your broken arm. however, as you walked into homeroom, your teacher just had to remind you.

"y/n! now how did you do that?" the older woman pointed to your cast.

"i fell," you mumbled, making a beeline for your seat. but once you got there, you realized that someone else was sitting in it.

"billy, you can't just sit wherever, that's someone else's-" the boy who sat next to you stopped talking, staring up at you. "i'm sorry, i told him that someone already sat there, but he wouldn't move, and- hey, wait, did you break your arm?"

jeez, that kid could talk. "uh... yeah. a little." despite sitting next to this kid, you hadn't previously had any interactions. you didn't even know his name.

you stared expectantly at the boy in your seat. "billy!" the other boy whisper-yelled. billy rolled his eyes and stood up.

you smiled, sitting down just as the bell rang. you heard a laugh from behind you, and you knew it could only be the boy who'd been sitting in your seat.

you rolled your eyes, standing back up and scooping all your books into your one arm. you glanced over at the boy who sat next to you, and saw him grab a crutch from the side of his seat. huh. you hadn't noticed that.

"hey," you said, rushing after him as he left the classroom. "thanks, by the way,"

he shrugged. "no problem. he's my brother, so,"

"really?" you asked. damn! you couldn't remember ever seeing that boy's face in your life, and suddenly he'd been in your homeroom all this time?

"foster," he added. "he moved in a day ago,"

phew! you weren't as bad a person as you thought. nevertheless, you still didn't know this boy's name.

"so, uh," you paused, collecting every bit of courage in your body. this was going to be embarrassing. "what's your name again?"

he flashed you a half-smile, almost sadly, as if he'd been expecting this. "freddy freeman."

"oh," you said. that wasn't so bad, you told yourself. you'd gotten through it, and you didn't feel like an awful person. "i'm-"

"y/n l/n," he interjected, turning to walk into a classroom. "i know. we've sat next to each other for six months."

there, he left you, standing in the middle of the hall, absolutely speechless. you couldn't believe what he had just said. six months? and you STILL didn't know his name??? what kind of a person where you!?

as you were contemplating where you stood morally, you heard the bell ring. "shit!" you muttered, racing down the hall.

~

almost the entire day went by, and you couldn't think about anything but what freddy had said to you. during lunch and each of your classes, his words played on repeat in your brain; worst of all- you still hadn't been able to think of anything that would justify you not knowing his name.

"miss l/n, are you still with us?" mr. dowry said, tapping your desk lightly with his pointer finger.

"i- uh, yeah. sorry,"

he smiled. "good." he walked back to the front of the room. you saw him open his mouth, but as soon as he began to speak again, you just heard freddy, over and over again.

"we've sat next to each other for six months."

"...six months."

"...six months."

the bell rang, snapping you out of your trance.

"and, ladies and gentleman, that is why you should go to the dentist every six months! go to gym!" mr. dowry said, dismissing you and the sixteen other kids in your class.

gym was the last period of the day. and since the entire grade all had the same gym period, you knew you'd be able to talk to freddy.

you rushed to gym class as best you could- what with all the hallway traffic. you ran straight into the locker room, before remembering your arm.

"goddammit!" you muttered. in your hurry to talk to freddy, you'd forgotten all about your stupid arm! you hung your head, beginning the death walk for the bleachers.

"y/n!" you heard someone say. you looked up to see freddy smiling from the bleachers, motioning for you to for next to him.

once again, this boy left you frozen, unable to say anything. his disability had completely slipped your mind!

suddenly, you heard your gym teacher's whistle blow. you quickly snapped out of your dumbstruck state, and joined freddy on the bleachers.

"you okay?" he asked as you sit down. "you kinda froze up over there,"

shit, he noticed. "yeah," you laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off. "i'm fine though,"

he nodded.

an uncomfortable silence filled the air after your words. "maybe," you thought. "this would be a good time to make my apology,"

you took a deep breath, but just before you began to speak, freddy stopped you.

"look, you don't have to apologize for this morning. it's okay." you tried to speak here, but he cut you off again. "i'm used to it, y/n. people don't really pay attention to me," he stared at the floor.