No Rest for The Weary| Crystal Gems X Reader

Chapter 1: Beach City

"You will arrive at Green Line Bus Stop, in approximately 3 minutes," The electronic voice emanated from Y/n's phone and showed the directions needed to be made

"They just couldn't have a train station in Beach City, could they?" Y/n mumbled in frustration as they began the short trek to the bus. It wasn't a too long of a trek, of course, Y/n arrived at the stop before they knew it. Surprisingly for Y/n, the bus arrived about a minute later. They stopped on and hand their pass to the bus driver.

"Beach City, huh? Going a little vacation?" The driver asked

"I wish, I got sent down here," Y/n told as they looked around the empty bus

"Sent down there? What'd you mean?" The driver asked

"It's a long story," Y/n sighed as they walked to the back of the bus and sat down. Y/n clenched their eyes shut and rubbed their forehead in frustration. Sometimes, Y/n could still hear that girl's voice, the one calling for help 5 months ago. Y/n sighed as a quick flash of the situation played in their mind

"Damn brat! I'll sue!" A gruff voice barked in Y/n's head

Y/n opened their eyes and shook away the memories, "I don't need to relive that,"

~One Bus Ride Later~

"Thank you, sir," Y/n waved to the bus driver as they stepped off the bus

"Of course! Enjoy your time in Beach City," He said as he closed the doors.

"Alright, take me to my new house," Y/n sighed as they punched in the address their parents' gave them, "Oh, just around the corner," They muttered as they walked down the street until the found the house with the same numbers as the one given to them. Y/n knocked on the door loudly and waited for a couple of seconds, but no one answered. Y/n tried to doorbell, but still nothing.

"You looking for Mr. Fryman?" A mailman asked as he came up to the mailbox and stuffed it

"Yeah, this is his house right?" Y/n asked

"It is, but he's probably at his restaurant down by the boardwalk, you can find him there," The mailman jerked his thumb to the East

"Oh thanks," Y/n nodded, "I didn't catch your name,"

"Jamie," The mailman smiled, "Yours?"

"Y/n," Y/n told as they went for a handshake

"Well, Y/n. Enjoy your time in Beach City," Jamie said as he shook their hand, "The restaurant's called Beach Citywalk Fries,"

"Thanks," Y/n smiled as they gave a quick wave and made their way down to the boardwalk. It was a short walk, only taking about five minutes, which Y/n kind of liked, it was nice to be able to reach their destinations in such a short time. They soon came across the shop Jamie told, they went up to the counter and saw a kid behind the counter, he had blond hair that kind of looked like thick french fries. He wore a white tank top. Y/n approached the counter and asked, "Uh, is Mr. Fryman here?"

"Dad! Someone wants you!" The kid shouted into the restaurant

"Huh? Who could that be?" A deep voice asked as he made his way to the counter, his footsteps echoing the whole way there, "Oh, you must be Y/n," The man said, with a hint of disapproval in his voice

"Yes, sir," Y/n nodded, "Mr. Fryman?"

"That's me. You don't look like the criminal type," Mr. Fryman told

"Thank you?" Y/n tilted their head

"So, you tried stopping some perv from attacking a lady and then he pressed charges," Mr. Fryman recapped, "And that landed you that assault charge, huh?"

"That's the gist of it," Y/n nodded

"Well, now you know not to stick your head in other's business," Mr. Fryman said, "Look, I told your parents I would look after you this year, so you better not make any trouble. Especially at the new school, you're lucky that any place would take someone with a criminal record like that. I don't know what you did in hiding back in your hometown, but whatever it was, it won't fly here. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Y/n nodded

"Oh, take this," Mr. Fryman handed Y/n a blank journal, "I have to report to your parole office every month and he wants you to be writing everything you do,"

Y/n nodded simply as they took the journal and pocketed it.

"Alright let me show you your room," Mr. Fryman said as he led Y/n inside the restaurant

"How do you know my parents, again?" Y/n asked

"We're friends," Mr. Fryman answered simply as he led Y/n up a case of wooden stairs into the attic of the shop, "Unfortunately, there's no more rooms in my house since I've got two kids already. So, you better be extra behaved up here. I'm running a business and the floor ain't exactly soundproof."

Y/n looked around the large room, a full sized bed was in the corner with sheets and a pillow, that seemed the only "bedroom" related thing in the room. The room was dusty beyond comprehension, boxes and containers littered the floor, as well as empty gasoline tanks and a plant in surprisingly good condition. There was a table covered in junk as well as a desk with a plastic sheet over it, books littered the surface of it

"It's a bit of a mess up here, if you're gonna throw something out, run it by me first, everything else you can keep if you want, you're on your own for decorations or anything else, so you'd better be looking for a part-time job," Mr. Fryman told, "Any questions?"

"Uh, where's the shower and bathroom?" Y/n asked

"Here," Mr. Fryman went to a door on the left wall and pushed it open to show a tiny bathroom

"I'll be working the shop. Try not to bother me," Mr. Fryman said as he went for the stairs, "Oh, and your clothes should be in that giant box there,"

"Well," Y/n cracked their fingers as they looked at the room, "Let's get cleaning," First, they walked to the box, knelt down, and opened it up, only to see the box completely empty. They frowned as they stood up and looked around the room, carefully walking over to the closet and slowly opening it. Inside was all their clothes neatly hung up and folded on some shelves, "Huh... Guess he did it for me..." Y/n mumbled as they closed the door and kicked the large box out of the way, "There's a lot more for me to do anyway..."

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"Hey! What did I tell you about noise-" Mr. Fryman said as he made his way up the stairs, only to stop in his place as he witnessed the spotless room, "Whoa, I didn't think you were actually cleaning this place,"

"Sorry, was I making too much noise?" Y/n asked as they moved the plant to the corner of the room

"Oh.. Uh, no you're fine. Good job cleaning this place up," Mr. Fryman said softly as he went back downstairs.

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