Make It Right - Part 1 (Prologue)
(Alysa Liu x masc artist! reader)
Summary: You and Alysa were once highschool sweethearts but just a month after graduating, pressure and diverging paths pulled you two apart. Now four years later...Alysa stays busy, fully immersed in skating and the life she's built for herself. You on the other hand, took the risk of pursuing music full time and it's paid off, your career's rising fast despite the fact your heart never moved on. One night, your two worlds collide again.
A/N: hey guys! i’m sorry this took literally forever to get out but it’s finally here!! I lowkey didn’t know if this would technically be considered the prologue or just part one but whatever, prologue AND part one it is! Let me know how you guys like it, feedback is ALWAYS appreciate! Much love😽
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You didn’t expect to fall in love your first year in Oakland.
Moving to California halfway through the year meant you were already behind on everything atleast in the social aspect. Everyone had their friend groups and their routines. You didn’t see a point in trying to force yourself into a group of friends, you kept to yourself anyways so you let the days pass without putting too much weight on them.
Most of your time went somewhere else anyway. You always had your headphones on, walking to class, sitting outside, during lunch. You’d rewind parts of songs over and over, looking for small details, observing how things were layered, why a section in a song hit the way it did. If you weren’t doing that you were messing around on your laptop, putting together little snippets and saving random ideas you told yourself you’d come back to later. It kept you mostly distracted, of course you still noticed people but no one interesting enough to notice twice.
Until you started noticing her.
It wasn’t instant, not like you saw her once and suddenly became fixated. You’d catch her in passing, once in the hallway, another time outside, then again in class. She was easy to pick out, not because she was loud or trying to be noticed but because she looked like she didn’t have to try at all.
You never spoke to her, didn’t plan to either. You just recognized her when she walked into a room. Until one day, when you were outside during lunch, sitting on the edge of a bench with your laptop open and one earbud in. You were looping the same five seconds of a song for the past five minutes, your fingers tapped lightly against your leg to the rhythm.
“You always listen to the same part like that?” You paused and glancing up to see it was her. You blinked once like your brain needed a second to catch up then paused the song. “What?” She nodded toward your laptop. “I’ve watched you replay that part like three times already, I was just curious as to why.” You looked back at your screen for a second and shrugged. “It’s the best part.” She then stepped closer and sat down beside you, leaning just enough to glance at the screen. “What makes it the best part?”
You hesitated for a second not because you didn’t have an answer, but because no one really asked you that. She stayed there, asking you random questions like what you were listening to, what kind of music you liked, why you moved, if you always kept to yourself like this. And you answered, not a lot and definitely not all at once. But enough that she came back the next day and the day after that. Then she just started sitting next to you more, walking with you sometimes.
“Remember me when you’re famous.” she said once, half joking after you showed her a snippet you made entirely by yourself at home, recording each instrument part played by yourself.
By the time the school year started coming to an end, being around her felt normal. Then summer came and you went back to New York for most of it. You thought maybe distance would help give you space, possibly help you get over your nagging crush on your best friend.
But it didn’t and if anything, it made it worse. You guys had constant late night calls that stretched longer than they probably should’ve, random texts about nothing, sending eachother things throughout the day just because it reminded you of the other. And by the time you got back to California, she was already waiting outside the airport.
-—-
Your second year felt way different.
Something about being away gave you space to figure yourself out, things like how you dressed, and how you carried yourself. You came back more comfortable and more settled into yourself. It fit you a lot better and you figured out that the people around you started to notice that pretty soon after too... you just didn’t suspect that Alysa was the first to notice.
Things shifted after that, she stood closer, touched you more without thinking about it, looked at you for half a second longer than usual. One afternoon after leaving school you ended up at her house, laying across her bed, watching a series you had both found interest in.
“Have you ever kissed anyone?” she asked suddenly, her voice sounding just the slightest bit quieter than usual
For a second you thought you misheard her, your head turned fast, eyes landing on her as your brain tried to catch up. “What?”
She shrugged like it was nothing, and glanced away. “I don’t know. You just seem like you haven’t.” You were quiet for a moment then remembered that not responding at all would probably make it more awkward than it already was. “Uhm no… I haven’t.. but what do you mean I seem like I haven’t?” you question playfully, trying to seem unfazed by the question. Alysa turned her head to look at you now, studying your reaction a little more closely than before, “Really?”. You try to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible, “Yeah really, why?”
“Nothing,” she said, but there was a small smile on her face now, like she found your reaction more interesting than your answer. “Me neither.” A small pause settled between the two of you and for a second no one said anything. You could feel your heart literally beating out of your chest and you were half convinced she would probably be able to see it too, your thoughts were also moving faster than your expression let on.
“We should practice.”
You let out a short breath that was like a weird inbetween of a laugh and a sigh, then looked away for a second, fully expecting her to laugh and yell out “just kidding!” when you looked back but she didn’t.
“So it’s not awkward later… you know, when we actually have girlfriends.” she quickly added to maybe make it seem more casual, like something every two best friends did. You raise your head to look at her from staring down at your fidgeting hands, “…as friends?”
“Obviously.” she said like she didn’t even want to allow the thought of the kiss as something other than friends come to mind. You huffed quietly, sitting up a little just to give yourself something to do. “You’re weird.”
“But you’re thinking about it.” You looked at her again, holding her gaze for a second longer this time. “…no I’m not.” you attempt to argue back, evident redness in your cheeks but she raises an eyebrow, ”You definitely are!”
“…fine,” you say after a second, a lot quieter now. “But if it’s bad, it’s on you!” Her smile widened just a little as she scooted closer to you, “It won’t be.” And when you leaned in and your hand found her arm, when your lips met… it didn’t really feel like practice or whatever it was even supposed to feel like at all. You pulled back slightly, your eyes flicking to hers where there was another pause. “…again?” she asked, quieter.
You didn’t answer… just leaned in again.
-—-
After that, everything else came pretty easy. There was no big confession, no planned out moment. “You like me,” she said to you one day, smiling. You looked at her then nodded. “…yeah”
She held your gaze. “I like you too.” And that was it, from there it became you and her. You two walked to every class together, she wore your clothes like they were hers, you waiting for her after practice… sometimes even staying longer with her in attempt to learn how to skate. And you grew up together like that, obviously it wasn’t perfect but it didn’t need to be.
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By senior year, there wasn’t much you hadn’t figured out about each other. One night, you were parked somewhere quiet after a late night drive, a bag of fast food placed between you. You two had gotten into the backseat for some more space… now your legs were stretched out as you passed fries back and forth, your shared playlist playing quietly through your car’s slightly busted speakers.
Alysa was mid sentence about something, school or practice most likely while you half listened.. focusing more on her expression and facial features than what she was actually saying. “Ugh you hate me! you’re not even listening,” she said, pushing your shoulder lightly. “I am!” you exclaimed, reaching into the bag again. “You said” you paused, thinking for a second before shrugging. “Something about practice.” She rolled her eyes but was still unable to resist smiling. “I can’t stand you.” You give her a fake offended expression “Wow Lys! that’s a new one”.
“Oh shut up.” She says rolling her eyes at you. You smile slightly, leaning back against the seat. The conversation drifted after that, slowing naturally into comfortable silence. Alysa looked at you first. You caught it out of the corner of your eye, turning your head slightly, “What?”. “Nothing,” she said but didn’t look away. You held her gaze for a second then reached over, brushing your hand against her waist before pulling her closer.
The kiss was familiar, the same one you two would always both melt into. She shifted toward you without hesitation, one hand coming up to your jaw, the other pressing lightly against your shoulder to steady herself. You leaned into it, slow at first then deeper. The bag of food got pushed off to the side as she climbed into your lap. You both stopped momentarily staring into eachother’s eyes, your forehead brushing hers for a second before you leaned in again. You felt her smile against your lips before she finally kissed you again. The windows around you guys fogged a little, your music still playing low in the background until you two finally pulled away from eachother after what felt like forever, breathing heavily.
You definitely wished it was forever.
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The last night was at your place. Your room was quiet and dim, the only light coming from the street outside slipping through your window. You were both laying in your bed, facing each other this time. The conversation from earlier still lingered somewhere in the background. Alysa’s hand rested lightly against your shirt, fingers barely gripping the fabric like she didn’t want you to get up and leave her. You didn’t move, you were never planning to, instead you shifted closer… your arm wrapping around her and pulling her into you. She tucked her head under your chin so her face was pressed into the crook of your neck, your hand resting against her back. You pressed your face lightly into her hair, closing your eyes. She shifted just slightly, closer if that was even possible, like she was trying to stay there as long as she could.
No words were said for the rest of the time. Then at some point, your thoughts faded and your grip loosened just enough as sleep finally caught up to you and your body settled fully against hers. You fell asleep like that… holding her.
When you woke up your room was quiet, your arm was still stretched out beside you but it wasn’t around anyone anymore. The space next to you was empty, the sheets still slightly wrinkled where she was laying. You blinked slowly, your mind taking a second to catch up. Then you sat up and realized her stuff was gone… no hoodie thrown over your chair, no shoes by the door, nothing left behind like a sign she’d just went to the bathroom and would be back any second. You quickly grab and turn on your phone, your favorite picture of her smiling at a little toy she’d gotten from a blind bag displaying on your lockscreen, nothing. No texts. No miss calls.
The events and conversation from last night finally came back to you. You stared at your phone, at the picture of her, almost waiting to see if something from her would appear but nothing ever did. Not a year or even three after.
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did anyone else have any problems reading this?!? while I was writing my screen randomly got super blurry and wet idk it was really weird…
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