Creare | Theo Engler x Reader

Unpacking

You snorted, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, if you let me in, I could prove it."

"Uhh, nah. We're oka-"

"Nononono, we could seriously use your help-" Your mom, who suddenly appeared by the doorway behind you, whispered to you,

"What's his name?"

"Theo."

"Theo! We could very much use your help."

Your mom shook your shoulder playfully while smiling at you, whispering to you again,

"Go upstairs with him, live a little, girl-friend!"

You sighed loudly and waved your mom away as walked backwards into the kitchen, continuing to tease you.

"Oh wow, y/n, didn't know you had a hot, older sister!"

Theo called out, to which mom yelled out from the kitchen,

"Oh Theo, you flatter me!"

You shook your head and smiled as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and brought him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Don't humour her, don't feed into it, at all, ever. Okay?"

"I'll think about it."

He stepped inside and took a look around. The smirk on his face, while still there, seemed to be covering up a bigger emotion.

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Theo's POV

It wasn't that much different in here. It was like the same damn architects made it exactly as it was before it went to shit.

I don't want her to know.

I don't want her to find out.

I'm just Theo from next door.
Not Theo who loved Love Quinn-Goldberg.
Not Theo who got pushed down a flight of stairs by the one person he loved in this stupid town.
Not Theo, the naive idiot who was manipulated.
Just Theo from next door.

I was just a stupid kid back then. And I'm still a stupid kid, but I know better now, or at least I hope so.

And as much as I don't want her to ask about it, it surely isn't helping that the inner corners of my eyebrows were rising with every passing second of looking around this damned house.

"Well. This is my home. Probably not as cool as your's, I mean, you have a pool. That's pretty cool."

She didn't seem to notice the look on my face, so I turned towards her and replied,

"Pools aren't any fun without others to jump in with you,"

I smiled a bit, raising my hands as I shrugged and continued,

"So maybe we could use it together, sometime."

She didn't respond, but the slight blush on her face, along with the smile and her shaking her head spoke volumes enough.

And with that, she led me to her room upstairs.

The walls were a nice greyish blue with a black accent wall.

Walking in, I could see her bed, which was in the corner of the room, with the window that she saw me from last night, a foot away or so from the end of her bed. When I turned to the right from the door, there was a dresser with a mirror.