Believer :: 3Below Reader Insert

(take this as a small uh- taste test? Of what's next because I'm unsure when I'll be posting the next chapter. There's funny I think. There's scary. There's what's about to happen. So yeah... Chapter appetizer.)

Riing... Riing... Riing...

"Hello?" Claire's voice says through the phone.

"Hey Claire!" (y/n) spoke into her phone, internally celebrating that she wasn't a subject of another fake number prank. "So, I was just wondering. Let's say you're crush has maybe, probably, most definitely has said on multiple occasions that he finds relationships weird and overly complicated... Is that a sign that I might be betting on the wrong horse right now?"

"...Oh boy..."

(y/n) has no idea why she agreed to this. Sure it was going to help.

But at what cost?

Her dignity. That's what.

"(y/n), we've been over this, just because Krel doesn't like eating the cafeteria food doesn't mean he doesn't like eating all together. We all have to eat. It just means he probably doesn't want to eat processed, questionable, bland, nasty canteen food. Which is honestly justified." Claire says with a sigh, probably for the third time since seeing Krel refuse to eat the school food with a upturned nose of disgust.

But you don't know how his body works, Claire.

(y/n) wanted to say so badly.

You're not an expert on Akiridion anatomy, Claire. You're not an extraterrestrial dietitian, CLAIRE.

"Okay... but what if he has... severe allergies?" (y/n) questioned further, hearing the girl on the other side of the phone sigh even louder away from the phone. Ah yes, allergies. The only thing to cover up the fact that (y/n) is afraid that human food might kill her Akiridion crush. Which she is certain when she is thinking properly again, maybe when it's not four A.M on a school day because she couldn't sleep, that her questions are completely irrational because (y/n) has seen Aja eat three Diablo Maximus' before from Stuart and then have the stomach to ask for extra hot sauce next time and walk away without having her insides plan a rebellion against the brain that had self sabotaged them so like so many humans have. Krel probably can do the absolute same, so why would (y/n) think that Krel might die from eating a slightly warm, slightly squished peanut butter and jelly sandwich if an Akiridion can completely eliminate any stomach sickening attributes in a meal the second it enters their body? Hell, Aja could eat a tire and be fine. It wouldn't taste good, but she'd be fine... "what were we talking about again?"

"You're silly idea that Krel will hate you for giving him packed lunch today at school because you think he doesn't eat?" Claire answered (y/n)'s out loud question. Oh yeah, that's right. Okay maybe she does sound a bit over dramatic.

(y/n) couldn't blame herself for being this way. Not completely at least. She never was this panicky when she realized she might have liked Jim during their middle school days, but then again, Jim is a human (...cough...). Someone like her...

Krel was an Akiridion King-in-Waiting from a planet thousands of light years away, who has currently been on Earth for less than two months, is currently being hunted down by interplanetary assassins by order of the alien equivalent of a genocidal tyrant who wants two sixteen year olds and their already injured parents dead, is earthbound to this planet because the ship he and his remaining family escaped in is damaged with no easily accessible equipment to fix it right away, has had to pretend to be human to avoid the risk of human authorities snooping their noses into their business, all the while having fought off currently counting not one, not two, but four different bounty hunters on multiple occasions and miraculously not having a single human figure it out. So maybe there might not be many similarities between Jim and Krel on a Venn diagram that could help her right now.