Drawing your heart (Edd X artist reader)

Froze up

//your pov//

I finally made it to my locker. I stuffed my books and other things I don't need for the rest of the school day in my locker. Sighing, I turn to walk away. I was going the same direction where I saw Edd and his friends.

I wonder what they do these days...

//Edds pov//

"That was when he tackled me to the ground and started punching me. Then I punch him, just really harder, and he got knocked out!" Tord bragged.

"Tord, that didn't happen." Tom says.

"Shut up, most of it did." Tord corrects.

"Most of it?" I say with a questionable tone.

"Whatever, it happened."

We just laugh at our stupid conversation and talked about something else. We were still in the hall. Me and Tord were leaning against the wall while tom and Matt were standing in front of us. I was just about to say something but then something caught my eye. It was shiny H/c hair and a big F/c hoodie. But this time, she didn't look at me. She just walked past. It's not like I expected her to take another look at me.

Maybe I should talk to her again...

"Hey guys, I'll be right back." I say while still facing my gaze to the girl I once knew.

"Where are you going—" I interrupted tom by walking away without another word.

I was now behind her. Walking and keeping up with her pace. Thinking of what to say.

Hey! Remember me? No, that's to straight up.

Y/n, wanna be friends again? Still straight up...

Hey, Y/n. How are you? Hmm...will have to do.

In all honesty I felt nervous. What if she still hates me? What would she say? Would she remember or...

I decided to stop thinking and just go all in. I tapped her shoulder causing her to turn around.

//your pov~~~\\

Walking in the hall as alway. Nothing special, nothing interesting.

I felt something hit my should. Some body probably just bumped into me. I still have to look behind me though. Just as I did, I was meted with a boy. A boy that I once knew. Edd? What does he want?

"Hey Y/n, um, how are you?" He asked sounding unsure.

"Oh, I'm fine...we haven't spoken for a while have we? How are you?" I ask.

"Oh I'm fine, I was talking with the guys earlier."

"And why aren't you talking with them now?" I simply asked.

"I thought I'd talk to you. Tord is making up a story where he got attacked by an assassin at the park." There was a few giggles in that sentence. It's nice to see him laugh, especially in my presence. Now that I think of it, Tord is alway making up those dumb story's. It's nice to know that he still has that part of him. I then started laughing.