Bro Does Anyone Write For Klitz From Girl Next Door?? Because He Is The Loml

bro does anyone write for klitz from girl next door?? because he is the loml

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chapter 2

When Nancy first sees the new girl, she’s immediately intrigued. She carry’s herself so confidently despite being surrounded by the different personalities that make up Hawkins. It’s when she asks her for a “new student” interview for the paper, that she talks to her for the first time.

Erin’s stood by her locker when she lays eyes on one of the most gorgeous girls she will probably ever see. She’s wearing a white button up with a vest over top, paired with a pink belt and colorful skirt. Proper prep. Then suddenly that same girl is walking towards her.

“Hi there! You’re the new girl right? I’m Nancy Wheeler. I’m with the school paper and was wondering if I could maybe interview you for a little blurb?” she said with what she hoped was a welcoming smile.

“You wanna interview me? Is this town really that boring that you wanna write about me?” she points to herself in disbelief, laughing at the ridiculousness.

Nancy looks a bit unsure of herself now, but continues on, determined to get that interview.

“I mean if you don’t want to do it that’s totally fine, but from what i’ve observed you seem pretty interesting. Well, I suppose maybe I just wanted to get to know you better.”

“Oh yeah?” she answers smirking down at her.

Nancy is looking up at her, cheeks growing hot. She’s not embarrassed. She doesn’t feel embarrassed. So why is she getting so worked up just from that. The way she said it. The way she had looked when she said it. Fingers snap in front of her face, knocking her out of her trance.

“Huh, what?”

“I said sure, i’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Uh… the interview? The reason you walked over here?”

Realization hits. “Oh! Ha that’s right! So when did you uh wanna meet up for that? The interview I mean.” God she sounds like a bumbling idiot.

“You can come over to mine after school if you’re free. Here’s the address.” She hastily scribbles it on a scrap piece of paper from the bottom of her locker before handing it over with a wide smile.

Nancy grabs for it, accidentally brushing their fingers against each other, causing the pair to blush. She awkwardly turns away on her heels before turning back.

“Wait, I totally forgot to ask for your name”

“It’s Erin.”

“Erin. I’ll see you after school, Erin.”

“I’ll see you.” They both turn away from each other then. Unaware that they’re both smiling, counting down the minutes until they meet again.

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Edward Nashton x Reader - contains stalking

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“Is the pumpkin pie any good? I’m new to the city so I’m kinda walking around blindly” they said, gesturing to the plate in front of him.

His head turned to look behind him expecting to see someone else but there was no one. He hesitated to reply, confused as to why someone as beautiful as you or anyone for that matter would bother speaking to him. He must’ve taken too long because your expression changed into an awkward smile.

“Oh I-uh, sorry I'm just a bit tired from work. Yeah the pie here is decent enough.”

“Great, I'll order some. So, what do you do for work?”

You were asking about his life. Almost as if you actually cared to know. Too bad you’d run as soon as you saw his real face. Perhaps he could be content with watching you from afar. A pretty lady like you wouldn’t be so safe in the big city— you would need him.

“I’m a forensic accountant—” he started to explain.

He has such a sweet and unassuming face. He looked like someone you could trust. You were intrigued with him and needed to know more. You’ve decided when he he leaves you’ll follow him and scope him out.

Finishing up the pumpkin pie you both get up to leave at the same time, awkwardly bumping into each other— before he steps aside and waves you on. A true gentleman, how sweet.

“Thanks for keeping me company— shit I totally forgot to ask for your name”

“Oh it’s Edward, Edward Nashton.”

You introduce yourself.

“Well it was nice to meet you Eddie. I hope to see you again”

He blushes all the way to the tip of his ears and down his neck— gently waving goodbye unable to form any words.

He makes his way out of the building, trailing behind you—making sure to maintain a safe distance. You make a sharp turn. Confused he speeds up a bit. Did you know he was following you? He turns the corner, discreetly looking around for any sign of you. He sees you entering the apartment building across from his. Strange he thought. How had he not noticed you before? He watches the windows, waiting to see which belongs to you. Hah what are the chances. This’ll make his job a whole lot easier.

He hangs his plain windbreaker on the coat rack as he enters. He moves towards the window eager to take a peep into your personal life. Aiming the telescope at your window he leans over to look through the lens. He barely knows anything about you, but immediately upon seeing your home— he’s positive that it fits you perfectly. You’re bent over digging through a drawer, clearly looking for something. His eyes wander to admire the curve of your backside. You’ve found what you’re looking for now. Before he could see what it was, you’re at the window looking straight at him.

“Oh Fuck! Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He dives to the floor so fast it makes him light headed. He takes a deep breath before peeking over the windowsill. Are you— are those binoculars? He rises further before seeing you duck out of view. You’re eyes appear in the window and then slowly your whole body. The both of you stare at each other with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of it all. A smile slowly graces his face when he realizes— you too had the urge to observe from afar. You’re smiling back at him now, you’ve found a kindred spirit.