You Chill? Squip x Reader

(Squips P.O.V)

Tuesday two-forty-nine p.m. January sixteenth. I stand next to (Y/N) as she studied Spanish in her Spanish class. Great wording me. I look around the class. (F/N) is also in this class, but (Y/N) takes this class seriously out of all classes.

This was her last class of the day.

I've finally come up with some solid opinions about her friends.

(F/N) sweet, funny, she loves drama and doesn't actually care about boys as much as I thought she was. She's a player. But she never had sex. I learned that from (Y/N)'s memories.

Irene was nice and really friendly. (Y/N) was careful not to say anything too offensive around Irene because Irene was easily offended. But they were really good friends.

Kennedy was funny, had depressing jokes that only she- and (Y/N) and (F/N)- could make funny. But other than that there wasn't much to Kennedy.

Steve is obnoxious.

Jeremy is awkward, but it's fine. He's still a good friend and funny at times.

Michael is just like Irene. My feelings haven't changed about that.

And Emily.

Emily.

She's like a rip off of (Y/N). She tries so hard to be like her. She follows the exact same people that (Y/N) does, though never got most people to follow her back. She tries her best to look good in things that (Y/N) could possibly only pull off in her group of friends.

Emily also tried to show off semi-expensive things, but it was always beat out by (Y/N). Without (Y/N) even trying! She'd accidentally flex.

When it came to looks, Emily would try to look- for example- she'd try to look cute. But (Y/N) could do better than her. And with the main example, the most common one, sexy. Emily could do... fine. That's how I'd put it.

But on accident, without trying, (Y/N) could look so FREAKING sexy.

This is why I'm kind of stressing over her gym class which has lesbians in it, and I don't want people looking at her.

I'm proud of (Y/N) actually. She hasn't taken advantage of having a Squip! She knows that Mountain Dew flavors do different things, well she didn't know which ones meant which, she didn't try them.

Despite that, I've been feeling odd. Every time that I'd see (Y/N) shirtless I felt weird. I wasn't horny, but it was just a feeling.

I just don't know.

I like to hang out with (Y/N). Our conversations used to go like many questions so she could know me more to just normal conversations about other things.

Hey, Mr. Burger Man. (Y/N) looked across the room, struggling to keep her eyes open. I'm so tired. I'm gonna fall asleep. Why did I stay up until midnight talking to you?

Because you couldn't sleep and wouldn't fall asleep.

I just want an Mc. Chick-uh-Big mac. HEY BOB CAN I- It is Mc. Chicken my meals. AH!

I let out a slight laugh.

"Okay, so we're going to take this test, remember, even though this test is small, it's very important," The teacher announced.

"What," (Y/N) slightly spoke.

The teacher started handing out the sheets of paper.

Okay, this is easy. (Y/N) reassured herself, looking down at the paper. Ah-hah... Shit.