Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

AYO! Before we get too far into the story, just thought I'd say.. there's gonna be no smut in this story.. BUT WAIT DONT GO PLS! ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU SOME WAY! DONT HATE ME I LOVE YOU-

ANYWAYS!!!! ONTO THE STORY
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Y/n's pov.

Lost at thought, I didn't notice the now waking up Whitty.

"Y/n..?" I heard him say in a tired voice.
"Huh-" I responded, realizing how awkward this might look. I had a broom in hand and I had to have been standing there for at least five minutes.

NO I WASN'T WATCHING HIM SLEEP, I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW I WAS GONNA GET THE NEW ROOM TOGETHER WHY WOULD I DO THAT IM NOT SOME KIND OF CREE-

"Good morning." He spoke up again, snapping me out of my thoughts for the second time.
"Good morning to you too, Whits! I uh- didn't cook anything yet, so if you're hungry just give me a bit" I said with a nervous smile. Probably should've cooked before I started cleaning.. Too late now.

"Oh its fine.." Whitty shrugged and leaned back onto the couch. A few moments of silence passed as I swept the floor.

"So.." I started off, making him glance up at me.
"You enjoying that "squishy square thingy"?" I quoted in his words with a smirk. His face flushed a bit as he glared.
"Wha-" "Welcome to the gang, buddy!" I jokingly exclaimed making him look away, glaring at the wall.
"Actually.. I am. Definitely better than sleeping on the bare couch despite the cushioning." He mumbled, leaning back into the couch once again.

"Well! Thats why I've been thinking.." I said as I began putting away the broom and dustpan. He looked at me again with a questioning look.
"Of?" He questioned, raising a "brow".
"Of making your own room! Ya see, I have the room. All I'd need to get would be a bed and shit to decorate it with!" I grinned at him, watching his eyes light up.

His face went dark all of a sudden.
"Dont forget im still on the run.. Updyke could still find out where I am at any minute now." Whitty reminded me.
"Ok ok so first of all.. That can't stop me from getting your room together. Technically we're roommates and you aren't sleeping on a couch all the time. Second of all, you can always come back to my house at times. And THIRD of all.." I said and paused with a serious expression.

I took the gun out of my pocket, did the funny little spinny thing with it and said "I have a gun."
The gun was gonna become something needed at all times at this point to I don't know.. shoot a certain blue haired boy? And no, not just him. As I said, fuck with Whitty and you gonna get shot.
"Oh right..." He responded with wide eyes, most likely not expecting the random gun to be pulled out.
"Well then, I guess I really can't stop you." Whitty sighed, slouching a bit.

"Damn right you can't! And you're gonna love it!" I pointed at him with a smirk on my face.
"Mhm.. I'll help you i guess." He stood up and began making his way to the room. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to me.

"Can we eat first though?"
"OH SHIT! Almost forgot all about that!" I quickly head to the kitchen, mentally slapping myself, and getting to work. I almost let the poor boy starve!! Despite giving him a lot of food last night cause I felt bad for having him go on that trip to the tryouts. Partially my fault that happened, but uh.. YEAH ONTO THE COOKING!

I began making breakfast despite it technically being lunchtime. Whatever, best thing I could make other than some plain old sandwich or something. I'd probably have to let him choose more of the things he'd like since I pretty much only had a bunch of cup noodles. That wouldn't be healthy or fun to consume all time time.