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[newsourceofnonsense]

The Building Blocks Of A Professional Relationship.

Part 3

Part 1 here and part 2 here.

A/N- Just wanted to say thank you for the love so far with this fanfic I have really appreciated it and I have really fallen back in love with writing.

Love you all Dot. <3

Y/N speaking= Pink

Jenna speaking= Purple

The following filming days were packed full of activity, a blur of long days and even longer nights. The pressure was becoming intense, the atmosphere was charged with a creative atmosphere that was both exhilarating and exhausting. Y/N, however, discovered a strange rhythm to the chaos. The demanding schedule had become a comforting routine, the familiar hum of the set was now the backing track of her day to day. She threw herself into her work, getting lost in the fine details, the details of each scene, each of the takes, each interaction with her fellow actors. 

Jenna, too, found herself immersed in the relentless pace of filming. The roles intensity, the weight of expectation, had engulfed her. Yet, in the middle of the pressure of production, her gaze found itself commonly drift towards Y/N. She watched her from across the set, being captivated by Y/N’s quiet intensity, the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully crafted each of her gesture, each expression.  

The actresses interactions, however, remained mainly confined to the professional realm. They did however share quick, fleeting moments, a shared laughter over a particularly clumsy scene. A brief trade about the discomfort of the various costumes, a whispered comments about the director’s cryptic instructions. These were only small, insignificant interactions, yet they still formed a delicate painting of shared experiences, a subtle acknowledgment of their professional proximity.  

Out of one of the chaotic afternoons, amidst the flurry of activity surrounding a complex fighting scene, Y/N found herself struggling with a particularly complex prop. It was a delicate, intricately carved walking stick, essential to her character’s portrayal. As Y/N fumbled around with it, the elaborate details threatening to break, Jenna approached her.  

“You need a hand with that?” Jenna asked, “looks like you are going to poke an eye out” her voice soft yet firm, a welcome contrast to the surrounding frustration surrounding Y/N.  

Y/N, startled by Jenna’s unexpected presence, steadied her site on to her. “Oh, yeah was my struggle that obvious” she stammered, beginning to hand over the prop with a grateful smile.  

Jenna faintly laughed starting to examine the prop, her fingers gently tracing the intricate carvings. “God this is beautiful” she murmured, her eyes meeting Y/N’s. “Almost as beautiful as the person who’s struggling with it”. A flicker of a smile played on her lips.  

Y/N began to painfully blush, unable to not notice the heat creeping up her neck. “Thanks” she mumbled, avoiding Jenna’s gaze trying to keep control of her hands, and not let her flustered mind drop the prop in front of Jenna’s feet. “Don't know how I could whilst hitting myself with a stick” she shyly joked. The simple compliment felt charged with a subtle fire of energy, a current of an unspoken connection that has momentarily sent a shiver down her spine.  

As Jenna finally secured the prop from Y/N’s slightly trembling hands, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s body. The short touch lingered, a silent communication that transcended words. For a short-lived moment, their eyes met and locked again, a silent acknowledgment of a shared connection. A subtle recognition of which something more than just a professional working relationship could be developing.  

During a break in filming, while the crew took a much needed relax full breather, Y/N found herself retreating to her sketchbook. She had captured a quick portrait of Emma Myers, her infectious energy spreading from the page. Jenna, walking past, paused to get a look of her work making sure to get more than just the glances she was unhappily getting used to.  

“God, you are incredible” she confidently commented, her voice filled with admiration. “You have captured her perfectly.” 

Y/N’s face shielded with blush yet again, the fleeting warmth spreading across her cheeks. “Oh well thanks you I am flattered” she spoke proud with her confidence, but still offering a shy smile. “I am happy you finally stopped just glimpsing at my work” she kindly joked thinking back to their first spark of connection. “It’s just a quick sketch” she finished off, retreating to her common habit, downplaying her talent, the familiar insecurity creeping back in.  

Jenna, however, didn’t miss the subtle nervousness, the self-deprecation in Y/N’s final tone. She wanted to say more, to dive deeper into the conversation, to express the appreciation that overwhelmed within her. But she unfamiliarly hesitated, wary that she may be overstepping the boundaries that she has formed in her head.  

The days have now fallen into a similar pattern. Shared smiles, short moments of connection, brief conversations laced with subtle hints of attraction. Jenna continued to watch Y/N, her fascination deepening with each passing day. She found herself searching for opportunities to interact, to engage in conversations that went beyond the confines of their work.  

Once, during a wardrobe fitting, Jenna complimented Y/N’s unique style, her appreciation undisguised in her tone. Y/N, taken aback by the genuine compliment, offering a heartfelt “Thank you” her usual awkward shyness briefly falling allowing her to fully engage in Jenna's precents.  

Another moment, they both found themselves stranded on set during an unprepared downpour, waiting for the signal to reset. They huddled together under a large umbrella, sharing this unprepared predicament. Jenna turned her gaze to Y/N, her eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and concern.  

“You know” Jenna pulled attention, her voice muffled by the rain’s loud beating drum on the umbrella, “I’ve never seen anyone as calm as you under pressure” 

Y/N looked at Jenna, her eyes sparkling with hints of admiration. “I don't know I guess I just try and find a rhythm” she responded, “something to follow along with, stops me from losing focus.” her voice low and calm, reflecting the smoothing side amidst the raining drum.  

Jenna’s heart started to beat faster. It was in these small, quiet moments that she felt the strongest pull towards Y/N, a connection that transcended the chaos of the production around them. But Y/N remained, to Jenna’s frustration, oblivious. The unspoken admiration remained unacknowledged, becoming a delicate work of art painted on the canvas of their professional relationship, a masterpiece being unseen by its subject. 

Jenna suddenly found herself bringing Y/N small gifts, a comforting cup of tea when Y/N looked especially tired, a stray pen that she thought would suit Y/N’s style, a small packet of chocolates to sweet a particularly challenging scene. These were small gestures, carefully being chosen as a token of her affection, but they remained unnoticed by Y/N, who interpreted them merely as friendly gestures, a reflection of a welcoming dynamic they had developed.  

Throughout it all, their professional relationship became a safety sanctuary of sorts, a space shared where they can navigate the complex world of the show, offering a mutual support and occasional light-hearted banter. Jenna, however, was gaining an awareness of the painful gap between the professional interaction and the much stronger feelings she harboured for Y/N. She continued to paint her silent admiration on the canvas of their daily interactions, hoping that Y/N would eventually notice the depth of her affection. The set, the vibrant tapestry of controlled chaos, was the only witness to their unspoken dance, solemn stage in which they danced to a delicate melody of their missed connections and unspoken desires. But their final act has yet to be written.  

A/N- Make sure to check out my Wattpad to get to see these parts first. Would love to see you there. <3

[newsourceofnonsense]

The missed signals

Part 2 of Lights, Camera, Attraction

Part 1 here

The next few days shapeshifted into a whirlwind of professionally crafted chaos. Y/N found herself absorbed in a world of hushed whispers, yelled orders, and the constant movement of cameras. Filming was intense filled with precise movements and perfectly timed lines. Her scenes alongside Emma Myers, who plays the character Enid, were filled to the top with laughter and easy closeness, which had become a welcomed contrast to the sometimes-overwhelming pressure of the production. Emma, with her contagious enthusiasm and bubbly personality became an anchor to Y/N,     Emma's friendly face help Y/N stay strong amidst the swirling vortex of activity. She often found herself easily falling into conversations with Emma between her takes, exchanging many stories and laughter which has formed a instant bond between them.

Yet, besides all this, Jenna remained a captivating mystery. Y/N stole some glimpses of her between scenes, a quick moment where Jenna's eyes would meet hers from across the sprawling set, leaving only a quick smile to be exchanged before both will guild naturally back to their respective tasks. These short-lived interactions, small gestures that had left Y/N with a teasing sense of something unspoken, something unfulfilled.

One afternoon, during a break in filming, Jenna approached Y/N as she carefully sketched in her sketchbook, going back to capturing the intricacies of the gothic archways. The quite hum of the set seemed to fade way as Jenna stood beside her, her presence creating a quite shield around them.

"Shit... that's incredible" Jenna hummed, her voice smooth and low, barley cutting through the ambient noise.

Y/N jumped, her pencil momentarily leaving her grasp. She raised her head looking up towards Jenna unable to hide the delicate pink brushed over her cheeks, a contrast against her warm skin. Jenna's eyes, dark and intense, held a genuine appreciation that has now momentarily taken Y/N's breath. 

"Oh, thank you" Y/N stammered, her voice barely strong enough for a whisper, she felt a tsunami of self-consciousness being to drown her, the simple compliment throwing her off balance. She swiftly tucked her sketchbook back by her side, suddenly self-conscious about the casual nature of the art.

Jenna tilted her head, her expression beginning to mix with curiosity and a hint of disappointment. "You're incredibly talented" Jenna continued, her gaze now lingering on Y/N's hands, being gently smudged with pencil. "I have seen you sketching a lot. I can't help but be mesmerising by it."

Y/N shifted in her awkwardness, her gaze retreating to the floor. "Well, it's just something I do to pass the time" she mumbled. Her words sound small, even in her own ears. She felt a familiar sense of shyness, a uncertainty to fully engage in the conversation.

Jenna seemed to gain an understanding, a subtle shift in her demeanour reflecting acknowledgment to Y/N's feelings. "I'm Jenna and it's Y/N isn't?" she questioned, proceeding to extend her hand inviting connection with Y/N. "I would love to actually she your work, I can't enjoy it as much as I want to if I only get the few glimpses from now and then"

Y/N excepted her touch, her fingers brushing against Jenna's, a momentary spark of electricity running between them. The contact delivered a flutter of warmth through Y/N's chest, a physical manifestation of the nervousness she felt.

"Y/N, you got it." she replied, a small smile gracing her lips. This was quickly over shadowed by her nervous habit, going to nervously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"It's for some reason so calming to watch you draw" Jenna continued, her warmth in her tone managing to cut down the underling tension. "The way you seem to go to your own world just really intrigues me" Jenna blushed lightly.

Y/N managed a strong "Thank you" once again feeling the blush being to burn her face. She felt as though she has failed to properly show her acknowledgement to the compliment that warmed her heart. She began to search for more words, but they seemed to out skill her, and a counterattack of shyness being to approach. The conversation falling victim to this war spluttering and dying, leaving behind a lingering silence that felt heavy with the unspoken feelings.

Jenna, despite her initial enthusiasm, misread Y/N's quite demeanour. Y/N's brief replies and her tendency to evade eye contact, mixed with her natural shyness, started to paint a picture of indifference in Jenna's mind.

In the days that followed, Jenna tried again to connect with Y/N. Jenna initiated small talk, learning more about Y/N's art, her experience on set, and her journey to where she is today. But Y/N's responses remained locked in a polite but brief answer, her focus always seeming to float back to her own universe, her sketchbook ever-more present, transforming into a comforting shield taking hits for the overwhelming social dynamics of the production. 

Jenna, feeling her attempts declined, started to retreat, her beginning enthusiasm slowly losing light turning into subtle disappointment. She decided that Y/N's reluctance was a consequence of her lack of interest, which wounded more than she wanted to acknowledge. Y/n, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware in the comfort of her universe, massively missing the subtle gestures, the lingering looks, and the quite attempts at conversation, all lost in the hurricane of filming.

The missed connections were a heart-breaking dance of unspoken feelings, a silently played symphony of missed opportunities. Y/N, lost in her creative dimension, interpreted Jenna's advances as professional courtesies, not as gestures weighted with unspoken affection. Jenna, misinterpreting Y/N's silent nature as disinterest, eventually reached the belief that her feelings were not shared. Unaware of the other's longing. Both emerged with a bittersweet sensation of longing and unmet affection as the set, a vibrant show of controlled disorder, ironically turned into a silent witness to their unsaid wishes, an environment where their hearts danced a tragic waltz of missed signals. The tension between them suffocated the air, a confused mixture of attraction and misunderstanding. Their paths, so intertwined, yet a strong struggle to collide with each other, a collision that could forge a connection.

*Hope you all are enjoying this as much as i am writing this. So happy to be back to writing. As always feel free to leave any advice or comments.

Love from Dot <3

Part three in the works.

[newsourceofnonsense]

When shadows embrace the spotlight

Lights, Camera, Attraction

Chapter One 

Arrival on set 

The air was polluted with a nervous energy that tremored through Y/N’s bones. Stepping onto set of Wednesday flet like entering a different universe, a whirling whirlpool of managed chaos. It wasn't just the sheer scale of the vast soundstages, the labyrinthine of corridors, the constant hum of activity, but also the intensity. This noticeable pressure appeared to linger in the air like a thick fog. This wasn't just like any old film set that Y/N has been on; this was Wednesday, a Netflix behemoth. And Y/N, a relatively unknown actress with a portfolio that was weighed down by more self-projects than professional credits, has now become a small, yet vital, part of it. 

The weight of her sketchbook, her faithful companion, hidden away in her tote bag, felt unfamiliarly heavy, embodying her anxieties urning within her. Y/N landed the role of a close friend to Enid Sinclair. She was a supporting character, yes, but a significant role, nonetheless. To be honest, she didn't care how small this role may be to some, but to her, she has just hit the jackpot. Her audition process had been a blur, a whirlwind of nerves and adrenaline, which thankfully ended with an unexpected call of acceptance. Now, surrounded by the industry professionals that shed only ever dreamt of working alongside, this surreal nature of her situation is now threatening to overwhelm her.  

The set was meticulously built to replica the fictional school Nevermore Academy, the work was breath-taking to all. The gothic architecture, dimly lit corridors, and the well-crafted eerie atmosphere has perfectly captured the shows aim to create a dark and whimsical aesthetic. Moving aside from the breath-taking fantasy setting, the reality of the production hit Y/N with all the force in the world. Crew members fly past keeping their movements precise and efficient. Camera operators adjusted their equipment, grips secured lighting rigs, and the makeup artists meticulously applied prosthetics, all this kept under the watchful eye of directors and assistants. The sheer scale of the operation was booth exhilarating and daunting.  

Y/N found her refuge in a peaceful corner, an alcove hidden away from the main action, where she could discreetly compose her thoughts. Trying to find her peace Y/N pulls out her sketchbook, instinctively beginning to sketch. The charcoal began to glide across the page, leaving Y/N to fall back into a familiar comfort that helped shield her amidst of the overwhelming newness. The rhythmic humming that radiates off the scratches of graphite against paper became her lighthouse, guiding her ship through the swirling storm of chaos of the set. Her sketchbook wasn't just for her doodles but had become her diary, her confidante, a world where she could sit with her emotions and take the time to capture the essence of her surroundings helping her pin down her complicities of her feelings. 

As she drew, her apprehension began to blend into the background. The charcoal lines began to seamlessly flow, reflecting the calming rhythm of her breath. Her focus has sharpened, narrowing to the intricacies of her composition; she allowed herself to focus on the subtle shift in the lights making the shadows dance across the ornate stonework of the facade of the academy. Her sketch wasn't a perfect replication but a personal interpretation, an imprint of her own emotional landscape.  

Lost in here artistic hypnotise, Y/N barely noticed the other people on the set, each filed with energy and purpose, their movements being precise and calculated. She was able to catch glimpses and fragments of conversations, many filled with technical jargon, instructions shout out to the vast space, the occasional outburst of laughter or frustration. It had become a world she’d only observed from afar unitl now, a world filled with both wonder and dread. 

Then, she noticed her.  

Jenna Ortega, the star of the show, the young woman embodied the perplexing Wednesday Addams, has now caught Y/N’s eye. Jenna had become momentarily still, a rare moment of stillness in a world of constant motion. Jenna was leaning against a wall, a small smile playing on her lips as she went over reviewing her notes. Jenna’s eyes were dark and expressive, which have now momentarily rested on Y/N’s focused concentration, lingering for a second before she turned away. But that short gaze, that fleeting moment of connection, has sent a ripple of unexpected warmth through Y/N.  

Jenna had seen her  

The look wasn't scrutinising or judgmental, but it was one of quite observation, one of intrigued curiosity. The look acknowledged Y/N’S presence, her quite dedication to her art, during the bustling energy of the set. It was just a passing moment, but it resonated with Y/N, leaving her with a spark of validation in her midst of her self-doubt.  

Y/N felt a nervous twinge in her chest. Jenna Ortega, the well known and loved actress, has now noticed her. The moment was both surreal and intoxicating. Y/N quickly lowered her head, aiming her focus back to her drawing, now attempting to hide the faint blush now painted across her cheeks. Y/N now feels a sudden, almost overpowering urge to improve her sketch, to make it perfect, to somehow impress the woman that has just unexpectedly acknowledged her. 

This has now just become more than just a job, this has now become a turning point. Y/N had always kept herself somewhat isolated, due to her ow shyness. Being on set, surrounded by so many accomplished professionals, fuelled the fire of her anxieties, fuelling her tendency to retreat into her art. However, this unexpected acknowledgment of her creative endeavour seemed to feel her with a renewed determination and confidence, the beginning of a new hope that even in a environment like this, she could find her place, she could finally fit in. 

The next few days passed by in a whirlwind of activity. Y/N’s time was mainly consumed by rehearsals, fittings and the actual filming process. The apprehension from the start began to gradually subside as she found herself becoming more and more comfortable with her role, with her fellow co-stars and the production itself. Y/N can lie that there were moments which was filled with sheer panic, but Y/n was starting to find her stride. 

She had seen Jenna again, only from a distance, including quick glimpses between scenes, caught in the flurry of activity and preparation. Jenna has often found herself in the vicinity of Y/N, but still their interactions remain minimal. There were fleeting smiles, brief nods of acknowledgment, but nothing substantial enough to spark the kind of connection that Y/n craved or, the kind that she was beginning to suspect she might want to crave. 

These small interactions, though they were sparse it sparked a slow burning curiosity within Y/N. She began to find herself stealing glances at Jenna, losing herself at her effortless charisma, Jennas ability to command the attention without any undisguised display of self-importance. Jenna’s focused energy and strong professionalism impressed Y/N. It had become so easy to see why Jenna was the star of the show.  

Meanwhile, Jenna’s curiosity about Y/N has now intensified with each of the passing days. She had been captured by Y/N’s quite deminer, her unwavering focus, and the remarkable talent that she has been exposed to by glimpse of her sketch book. Jenna’s interest in Y/N has not just become professional, but has become something more profound, something that has settled deep within her heart. But expressing this feeling will require more than just brief, glances and smiles that currently trap their interactions. It would require a leap of faith, a vulnerability that is making Jenna apprehensive. 

Part Two on my Wattpad later today! Hope to see you there <3

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The Quite Girl's Heart

Part 1 here

*A/N thank you so much for the love shown on my first fanfic as requested this is part 2*

*A/N if you will like more or have any requests feel free to message. Everyone is welcomed*

Orange= Chris speaks

Pink= Y/N speaks

Random side characters speak= (Italic + Bold)

T/W= fluff

Chris was unable to find the shy girl. He searched the library, aisle by aisle, but she was nowhere to be found. He began to doubt himself and wondered if he was ever going to have a chance to get to know her. A wave of disappointment drowned Chris. He came to terms with his loss and turned to leave but as he does.

fate has another plan.

A soft sound catches his attention. From behind a bookshelf, Chris hears a group of people bidding farewell to an all-too-familiar name. "Bye, Y/N see you later" the voices say. His heart skips a beat as he recognises Y/Ns voice amongst the goodbyes. With a renewed sense of purpose, Chris follows the sound of her voice, determined to find her finally.

He finally spots her, sitting at a table in the corner, now engrossed in her notebook listening to her music. There is a warmth and kindness that radiates off her that captivates Chris instantly.

Chris approaches the table, his footsteps quiet on the library's carpet. Chris takes a moment to appreciate the way the light filters in through the window, casting a warm glow around the girl. Chris places his bag down on the desk softly, not wanting to startle Y/N. She reacts lifting her head, Chris is met with a welcoming smile, she pauses her music and takes out her earphones. "hey" he says, smiling back warmly. "I am glad I found you back here" Her smile gets bigger, and the corner of her eyes crinkle, Y/N then pushes up her glasses and begins to speak softly "Oh, hi Chris is everything all right?" Chris slowly sits down as she speaks not taking his eyes off her. Once seated he then replies, "Well I remembered what you said yesterday" Y/N's heart fluttered causing a pink cloud to cast over her cheeks. "About finding you here if I needed more help" he continued "Well that's exactly why I am here, I was hoping we could go over some more things" As he spoke, he stuck down the sticky note in his hand, down onto the table. Y/Ns hands nervously picked it up, taking a closer look at the help Chris needed. "Well, I am glad you found me" Y/N places down the sticky note. "And it's no bother I should have some notes about these questions in my bag" Y/N closes her notebook and leans down to grab her bag, when returning up she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She places neatly on the table Maths worksheets, some with sticky notes attached with methods written on top. Chris felt so grateful for her willingness to help. Chris listens attentively as she explains the concepts, asking questions when he needs clarification and taking notes to help him remember.

As they study, Chris notices the way the Y/N's eyes light up when she talks. He finds himself drawn in by her passion and intelligence, and he feels a connection growing between them. Chris can't help but notice the small details about the girl as they study. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles. The gentle blush that spreads across her cheeks when so goes off on her tangents that brings out her excitement. Chris finds himself becoming more and more captivated by Y/N as time passes. He admires her dedication to her work and her ability to make even the most complex topics seem interesting. Chris can't help but feel a sense of admiration and respect for the girl, and he finds himself wanting to know more about her.

Chris's outgoing personality shines through as he and the girl continue to study together. He can see her relaxing and more open, Chris takes this opportunity and begin to ask questions about herself, eager to learn more about the shy girl who has captured his attention. he starts slow not wanting to creep her out "So…how comes your glasses are broken?" Y/N looks up at Chris fixing her glasses as he asks "Well it's nothing interesting" she says looking at Chris who is smiling at her admiring every word she says "I was just out down by the lake near my house drawing and I slipped on my way home" she looks down as she talks about herself not wanting to see Chris's reaction "the glasses weren't badly broken so I kept them" she continues "I mean I can see that all that matters". Chris lets out a laugh then goes on "Yeah that is a good thing, means you get to see me and my maths problems" he watches her laugh then carries on "The lake sound like a nice place you should show me it one-day" Y/N looks at him "really?" Chris now fully focused on talking to Y/N says "of course!" he follows this with "it will be nice to talk to you about other things than Maths" Y/N is now glowing from her smile Chris goes on "I feel like my head is going to explode". He puts his pencil down and leans in slightly, "What do you like to do in your free time then?" he asks, genuinely curious. Y/N hesitates for a moment before answering softly, "Well, I like to draw"

Chris's face lights up. "That's cool, can you show me some?". Y/N looks down at her hands in hesitation a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. Then, she reaches down to her bag and brings back up her sketchbook. She slides it across the table to Chris. He begins to flip through the pages, his eyes widen in amazement. The drawings are intricate and detailed, switching from people to landscapes. Each one is more impressive than the last. Chris takes his time to admire each drawing, his eyes scanning over every line and detail. He can't help but be impressed by the girl's talent. "These are amazing!" he exclaims. "You're so talented". The shy girl blushes at Chris's compliment. 

Chris continues to praise her drawings, pointing out specific details and techniques that he finds impressive. The girl listens intently, her eyes lighting up at his words, and a soft thank you falls out her mouth every so often. Chris's confident and bubbly demeanour never falters as he continues to compliment Y/N's drawings. His enthusiasm is genuine, and his words are filled with admiration. He asks her questions about her techniques and inspiration, and the girl happily answers, her earlier timidness forgotten.

Chris stops on a page, the drawing was of a lake blanketed with flowers and trees. It was painted over with watercolours, giving the drawing a calming feel. "Is this the lake you were talking about?" Chris asked, his voice soft, yet full of genuine interest. Y/N, with her circle glasses perched on her nose, nodded shyly. "Yes, it's my favourite place. whenever I feel overwhelmed with everything going on in my life, I like to go to the lake. It makes me feel at peace."

As she spoke, her fingers nervously traced the cracked oak of the table, "It's so peaceful and serene. The water is always calm and the trees surrounding the lake create this perfect little sanctuary. I like to sit by the edge of the lake and just let my thoughts float away." her words painting a vivid picture of her deep connection to the serene lake. Chris listened intently, captivated not only by her words but by the way her face lit up when she spoke about something she loved. "The best part about the lake is that it's always there for me, no matter what. It never judges or pushes me to be someone I'm not."

As she spoke, the boy listened attentively, his admiration for her growing with every word. He could see the happiness in her eyes as she shared her memories, and he couldn't help but feel grateful that she was willing to open up to him. His replies were short and encouraging, not wanting to interrupt her flow or make her feel pressured to share more than she was comfortable with.

As their conversation continued, Y/N began to feel more comfortable and her words flowed freely. She talked about how the lake always made her feel safe and at peace, no matter what was going on in her life. She told the boy about the times she would sit by the water and just listen to the sounds of nature. "That's the beauty of nature. It's always there for us, ready to offer comfort and support." As she spoke, the boy couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this shy girl who had opened up and shared such personal memories with him. He realized that he was lucky to have met her, and he made a silent promise to himself to always listen and support her in whatever she wanted to share. He then spoke, his confidence in control, this time not letting fear hold down his feelings for Y/N "And you got me now." Y/N was taken aback. She had never had someone care about her feelings in that way. She could feel her heart racing and it was in that moment that she realized she was falling for Chris. Y/N found herself feeling comfortable and safe in his presence. He made her laugh and helped her come out of her shell. She couldn't believe that he had chosen to take an interest in her, someone who had always felt invisible in the crowded hallways of school.

Chris went on "just in case you get tired of the trees no talking back" Y/N breaks into a genuine laugh. Chris's joke has caught Y/N off guard, but she quickly realizes that he is trying to make her feel more comfortable about his first statement. With no discomfort felt from his first statement, Y/N allows her laughter to fill the air. Chris can't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart. He is glad that he could bring a smile to her face.

"Thank you, Chris." Y/N says, her voice filled with gratitude. She looks at him with a newfound appreciation, and Chris can see the protective walls around her heart starting to crumble. He smiles back at her, his eyes filled with warmth and kindness.

"Anytime" Chris replies, his voice gentle and reassuring.

*Time skip to the end of lunch*

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period and the start of the next class, the two sat in a comfortable silence broken by Chris. "what class do you have now?" hoping that they would share the same one. "I have Physics. What about you?" Unfortunately, they did not. "English" but that didn't stop Chris from what he intended to do. "I could walk you to your class if you'd like." Y/N blushes and smiles at the kind gesture "Um, you don't have to." she says "it might make you late for your class." Chris didn't care about being late or missing his own class, all he cared about was spending a few more moments with this girl who had captured his heart in such a short amount of time. "I don't mind. I enjoy spending time with you, and I am in no hurry to get to lesson" Chris shrugs. Y/N was taken aback by Chris's gesture but couldn't help the fluttering in her stomach as she accepted his offer. As they walked through the bustling hallways, she couldn't believe that someone as popular as Chris was taking the time to walk her to her class. She felt a sense of warmth and comfort around him, and for a brief moment, all her shyness and insecurities seemed to disappear.

As they reached her class, the shy girl turned to thank Chris for his kindness, but before she could even utter a word, he spoke "I had a great time with you today" Chris says, his voice soft remembering the peaceful and enjoyable lunch together in the library, he turns towards her with a gentle smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date?. You can show me that beautiful spot by the lake" He looks at her with a hopeful expression, his confident and sweet flirtatious nature shining through. Y/N looks at Chris, her eyes wide with surprise. She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip nervously. But then she smiles back at him, a shy but genuine expression of happiness on her face.

"Yes, I'd love to!" she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Chris's face breaks into a wide grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Fantastic!" he exclaims, unable to hide his excitement. Chris takes out the sticky note from his pocket, alongside the pen which is also stored there. He quick writes down something. He takes gentle hold of her hand, his touch sending a warm and comforting sensation through her body. Chris can't help but feel a sense of joy and excitement wash over him. He's been wanting to ask her out for a while now, and he's thrilled that she said yes. He lets go of her hand before she could say anything, Chris gave her a pure smile and walked away, leaving her with a feeling of happiness and excitement. She reveals the sticky note in her hand covered in maths questions and looks at the new addition to it. It was Chris's number. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Y/N sat in the back of her Physics class, her mind wandering as the teacher droned on. Her cheeks were still warm from earlier when Chris had given her his number on a small sticky note and asked her out. She couldn't believe it. As the teacher's voice faded into the background, Y/N couldn't help but daydream about what their date would be like. Would they hold hands? Would he kiss her? She couldn't wait to find out. But then her thoughts turned to the potential of rejection. What if this was all a joke and Chris had no intention of actually dating her? What if he was just teasing her, laughing with his friends about how he had tricked the shy girl into thinking he liked her? Y/NS palms grew clammy and her heart started racing at the thought of being humiliated.

She needed to live in the moment and embrace this opportunity. She had spent far too long hiding in the shadows, too afraid to take a chance on anything. But Chris had given her a chance, and she knew she had to take it.

*A/N- again I want to say thank you for the love you shown me with my first FanFic. As you can tell by the length of this part 2 I really enjoy writing*

*A/N- I have an idea for the lake date to be kind of suggestive. If that is something you want feel free to request ways in which you would like it*

Thank you, love Dot.

[newsourceofnonsense]

The Quite Girl's Heart

A love story of overcoming insecurities and an unexpected romance of a shy girl (Y/N) and a confident boy (Chris sturniolo)

A/N-new to writing, so sorry if it doesn't make sense. Just a sweet little fic to get my writing started. may dive deeper as time goes on.

Music mentioned= Lovers Rock, TV girl

T.W= none (just bad spelling and grammar)

Chris speaking is orange

y/n speaking is pink

This is y/n, when asked to describe herself she is quick to note down how she is pictured as a shy and introverted girl. She is not one to seek attention or crave the spotlight. Instead, she finds solace in her drawings and music, where she can get lost in her own little world. where people wish they can be like her.

Y/N have always been like this, ever since she was a child. Her parents used to worry about her, thinking that she would never open up to anyone. How she will slowly blend into the background. But she may be shy, but she have a big heart and is always willing to lend a listening ear to those who need it.

But despite her kind heart, no one really notices her. She is the shadow in the bustling hallways of the high school. Watching those around her and dreaming of being them. Y/N have a small group of friends, but even they sometimes forget that she is there.

That is until one day, its was last period Maths class, Y/N was not amazing at Maths but good enough to get a good grade. She usually spent maths lessons with her headphones in and doodling in her note book, with her work being finished early on. But today was different, Lovers Rock by Tv Girl had started to play, when she was suddenly interrupted by a figure sitting in the abandoned seat next to her. Y/N took no notice and began to complete her earlier doodle from lunch when the figure beside her tapped her arm.

With a shaky hand she paused the music and looked at the figure. Y/Ns eyes were met with Chris Sturniolo's. She didn't know many people at this school but she knew him. how couldn't you, he is a triplet for god sake. Chris had a slim build and light freckles scattered across his face. His brown hair had grown to a comfortable medium length, and was currently un kept giving Chris a carefree and approachable appearance. Chris's eyes are striking, with a ocean blue iris and a constant smile that lights up his face. Chris is known to have a very confident personality making him popular with the people he meets.

The lingering silence was broken by his confident yet hesitant voice "Sorry for bothering you Y/N, I'm Chris, Miss Koury said that you could help me out with my Maths" every part of Y/N wishes for her to say no, to excuse herself and go back to her own little world. But she could see the desperation form on his face. "Look Y/N, I could really use your help, I cant even begin to tell you how painful these lessons are" he looks down at her desk "and you always seem to get your work done instantly, so you must be really good at it." as he finishes his sentence she focus on that fact that he notices her, it was small and something many people may overlook but when you get overlooked by everyone else you take notice of these things. Y/N begin to reply "me? oh, no. I just like to stay on top of things" continuing on "and it means that the teachers don't bother me and leave me to listen to music" As Y/N spoke she can see that Chris has turned his full attention to her. He listened intently to every word she said, his eyes never leaving her face. She can feel the nerves filling her body.

He began to speak again and sensing the hesitance and uncertainty in her voice he tried his best to get rid of her fear. "Good at maths and organised, looks like I asked the right person to help me out" he leans in closer on a wait for a reply. Chris takes a closer look at Y/Ns face and he finds his gaze linger on her features. Y/Ns green eyes are striking, and Chris cant help but be drawn in by their intensity. He noticed the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, adding to her unique beauty. Chris couldn't help but found the shy girls smile enduring, Y/Ns most noticeable feature is her crooked nose. While many may see this as a flaw, Y/N included, in Chris's eyes it made her more attractive. Y/Ns cracked circle glasses sit slightly wonky on her face, but it only added to her character. Chris cant help but admire the black hair that falls in waves around the shy girls face, with streaks of white running through it like a silvery thread. he feels his smile growing as he sees her begin to speak again.

"oh, thank you." a warm sensation filled Y/Ns face, she just know that her cheeks were pink. "so... what exactly do you need my help with?" as soon as she finished her words Chris began "Maths. I really need help with Maths" Y/Ns lips curl upward into a shy smile, and her eyes crinkle at the corners as she giggles making her follow it up with her pushing her glasses up. Chris feels a sense of joy wash over him as he sees her reaction, seeing her become more comfortable around him. "I understand that" she reassures him "but what precisely about maths do you need help with?" Chris follows closely with this answer wanting to her voice again. "well basically everything." Chris said nervously "I see how well you do on test and I was hoping you could teach me your ways, so Miss Koury can finally leave me alone" he scanned her face waiting to see mockery swarm over it, but he was quickly reassured that this quiet girl is far form mockery. "you don't have to be so sweet" Y/Ns cheeks getting even more pink "Of course I will help" Y/N then begins to take out her note book revealing a neatly organized set of notes and practice problems. Chris couldn't help but be impressed by her preparation and dedication to the subject. Chris's confidence was infectious and Y/N could feel herself becoming ill with confidence. A lively but relaxed conversation bounced between them as Y/N explained and empathised points to Chris.

*time skip to the end of the lesson (so basically the end of the day)*

As the clocked ticked closer to the end of the day fellow classmates eagerly prepare there things to go home, whereas Chris and Y/N are still left in there comfortable conversation. Chris can see how passionate Y/N is about helping him, and Y/N couldn't believe that Chris noticed her and right now was laughing and smiling at all her crapy Maths jokes. Y/N could feel her heart flutter every time. Hearing the ruckus happening around him Chris debated on if he should ask Y/N for her number or at least a social media account, But just before he could muster up the courage the bell rang out. "Thank you for giving up your music time to help me Y/N" Chris spoke out as they calmly place their belonging into their bags "cant believe I am going to say this but..." curiosity filled Y/N face and a wave of nerves washed over her in anticipation on what he was going to follow with, then he began to speak. "I really enjoyed this Maths lesson" Then Y/N was hit with a sharp punch of disappointment, she was hoping he would say something different but she wasn't sure what. she plastered on a crooked nerves smile and began to speak "yeah. It was lovely taking to you" now finished zipping her bag she gently brushes pass Chris who is still gathering notes and shoving them into his bag.

Y/N exits the classroom, puts her earphones in and begins walking with the crowds of people to her locker. In her own world placing books neatly on her locker shelf and taking out her jacket a lone hand places itself on her shoulder and she begins to turn. Y/N is now met face to face with Chris again with Nick and Matt standing behind. Chris is struggling to close his bag showing clearly that he rushed to catch her, he catches his breath as Y/N yet again pauses her music for him. "sorry for making you pause your music again" Chris speaks out finally zipping up his bag and making himself look more presentable. "Don't worry it fine" Y/N say to make sure Chris knows he is not burden to her "err..was there something you needed?". Chris subtly looks behind him seeing the figures of his brother wating behind. He debts whether or not to ask for her number than finally begins to speak. "Well I was just wondering" Chris feels his confidence in battle with is nerves "well.... its just that"

The battle was lost Chris's nerves had won. He found himself fill with disappointment when his words coward to safety. "Do you mind helping me next Maths lesson". Y/N heart sinks, she is unsure why but she wishes for more. But with her heavy heart Y/N agrees to help once more "Ur...yeah I will be happy to help" Y/N didn't not want to miss a chance to be with Chris. Y/N has never felt this way before, she realised that when she spoke to him she didn't feel shy. Chris made her feel confident and comfortable in her own skin.

Before Chris could leave Y/N was struck but a pulse of confident and informed Chris "You can find me in the library" she had a sweet smile resting on her face and her eyes had a bright glow. Y/Ns tone softened and she spoke "just in case you need to talk" Y/N shocked by her own words and how forward she was being, stumbling on her next, trying to look less eager to talk to Chris again hoping she hadn't messed up "about the Maths problem" she stumbled out "I don't mind going over any of them" she anticipated to be declined for her offer but was soon was put at ease by Chris's words "Library". Repeating the location almost as to make a mental note, "OK" Chris said more for himself, showing that he retained the information. "well I am sure I will see you soon" he looks as his brothers beginning to walk to the exit sensing the end of the conversation sooner then Chris wanted. With Chris's brothers now out of ear shot he spoke "I'm sure I will have no problem mustering up some Maths questions to have an excuse to disturber your music once again". A pink hue was now painted over his face, with his feelings flustered be quickly turned to catch up with his brothers leaving Y/N with these final words "I have loved speaking to you". Y/N was left to reflect as she put on her jacket, shut her locker and began to walk home. He may had meant nothing by it she thought, it may have been a simple compliment. But still she found herself playing those words back in her mind, replacing the music that plays. Y/N found herself thinking about her interaction with Chris. How she felt nothing but happiness, she felt comfortable around him, her shyness becoming a distant figure in her past. And while she thought this was just a passing moment, that once he got a good grade it will go back to normal, she couldn't help but hope for more, hope that he asks for help with more classes, asks for help with anything. Just so she can she can see his beautiful soul again. Just so she can feel happy again.

*time skip to the next day- lunch time*

last night when finally arriving home Chris instantly began going over his note. Not for revision, NO! but so he can go see Y/N, to talk to her again.

Its now lunch and Chris has branched off from his brothers and his friends to make his way to the library. With a sticky note in hand with random maths questions he needs help with.

Making his way through the library, his confident and outgoing demeanour contrasted with the quite, studious atmosphere. Chris scanned the rows of shelves, searching for Y/N. He cant see her, he start to debate if he should keep looking or spend his lunch with his friends.

yet another battle was waging in his mind and he was scared of who will come out on top.....

*A/N- i hope you liked this. I didn't want it to be too long so if you will like a part 2 just say*

*A/N- any advice or recommendations are more then welcome*