Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

NEW INFORMATION ON WHITTY YEAH? THAT MEANS MORE THINGS I CAN ADD! + more things I can do with his personality! I'm not spoiling anything but this chapter and the next may be a bit.. spicy?
Here we GO!!

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No one's pov.

Its been at least five days since Whitty began staying at Y/n's house. The tall bomb was seemingly getting more comfortable around them, telling them about the things he liked! He was still the shy and nervous type though.

Not to mention, extremely paranoid..

The only problem in their friendship was the fact that Whitty was so terrified to go outside, in fear of getting caught or his new friend killed. It was a valid reason, but he couldn't stay locked away forever could he?

Y/n didn't plan on letting him do that, as their whole goal was to help him get his life back together and be the most best friend they could possibly be.

If only "The Greater Good" or the stupid "Cherry Bombs" could get out of here, the plan to help him would be much easier..

Poor whitty though.. Today was the day they were hosting the try outs for the Friday night funk. On a Wednesday you may be asking? Yes, the results for the contest would come out on Thursday so it was necessary!

Y/n's pov.

"I really don't think is a good idea for me to go.. I wanna support you and all, but I've been in the area for way too long." Whitty explains to me, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Come on Whitty, I'll make it up to you!" I grinned. He hasn't seen me perform yet, but I haven't seen him either. I think it'd be worth it!
"How so?" He crossed his arms, rasing a "brow" he was standing up straight now.
"I'll buy you your favorite.. food?" I shrugged.. I had no idea what to offer.
"Hmmm.. No.. You know what? Ill go, in exchange for one thing" Whitty sighed, my eyes go wide.

"And that is?? I'll do it!" I grinned, staring up at him with bright eyes.
He nodded and looked at me seriously.

"I want one of those square thingies."

"....A what?"

"Those soft square thingies? Or was it a rectangle.."

"Huh?!?"

"The squishy shape thing!!!" His face flushed in red a bit as he gritted his teeth.

"......You want a pillow-"
"Yes. I've seen them everywhere.. On the tv.. in ads.. even in your room, but I never got a chance to have one of my own." Whitty said in a serious tone. It was dramatic in a funny way.

"You know you could've asked for one sooner. I'd literally still get you one, going to the try outs or not"
"So does that me-"
"You said you'd go if I got you one, and I'm getting you one" I pointed out again.

"Hmmm.. Deal." Whitty nodded making me genuinely happy, and i held out my hand for a hand shake to seal the deal. He stares down at my hand curiously and tilted his head, clearly not knowing what to do.
"Shake on it!" I grabbed his hand and shook it, making his face flushed a dark red.

Its random but one of the things I noticed was that he didn't like or wasn't use to affection. It was almost as if he was just really awkward or didn't know how to express it clearly. 

Never tried hugging him though..
Haha..

(Small time skip)

It was getting closer to the the try out time which is usually at night time. I specialize in bass guitar and electric guitar, but in this case..
I'd just be singing!
Those fuckers wouldn't stand a chance!!