Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

Part 2

"Hmmmm... Where's that big shirt?" I said when I got to my room.
"Closet maybe? The dresser? Hopefully I didn't throw it out or anything.." I spoke to myself as I began searching through the closet.

After about 5 minutes of searching, I found it! It was HUGE. Would be baggy as hell on me, but that could be different for whitty.

"Perfect!! I'll have to remind myself to take him to get clothes in the morning.. He is gonna be my new roommate after all! Oh geez, I wonder how its gonna be living with a famous Rockstar??" I spoke to myself, a dorky smile forming on my face.

"Oh wait- I gotta wash his clothes!!" I rushed to the bathroom, shirt in hand.

When I got there, I knocked on the door.
"Whitty, can I come in? I brought your shirt budddyy!!" I said through the door.
"Yeah.. come on in I guess" He shouted back. I cracked the door, making sure the curtains were closed before fully going in.
"Here's your shirt, looks like it'll fit you!" I said to the soggy bomb man who was peeking around the shower curtains. I sat it down next to the sink.

"I'm gonna wash your clothes, make sure you put them in the dryer if you're still up. Goodnight, whitty!" I took his dirty clothes as he waved bye to me.

I heard the water stop as I put the clothes in the wash. Shortly after that, I made my way to bed and went to sleep.

(Little time skip)

Whitty's pov.

Y/n was sleeping now, but they never did tell me how to work this damned thing. Just a simple button push right? Simple?

I stare at the big gray button on the dryer. Was this even on?!? I press it.

A light came on, but it wasn't moving. I began switching, turning random things, and pressing random buttons, getting extremely annoyed.

"Stupid DRYER! Why is this one complicated?? Huh?? Holy shit!" I was getting mad now, grasping my head and clenching my teeth as my fuse began to smoke. My body was heating up now..

"Ok ok.. calm down.. just.." I took a few deep breathes. Looking at the gray button again, I pressed it. The dryer began moving.

"What the actual.... Im going to sleep." I exit the wash room and back into the room with a couch.

(MORNING TIME!!)

Y/n's pov.

I woke up to the bright ass sun shining in my face. Good way to start a morning huh? Getting absolutely  b l i n d e d by the light.

I stretched before fully getting out of bed now.
"Man..... OH RIGHT! I gotta make breakfast! Whitty must be starving!" I suddenly remembered the events from last night. He was my new roommate, and I doubt he'd wanna cook anything just yet.

As I exit the room and entered the living room, I noticed whitty was sitting straight up with his clothes from the dryer already on.

"Oh shoot- You're up early?? How'd you sleep, eh?" I grinned at the bomb. His eyes landed on me.
"I didn't sleep." He said in a bored voice.
"Ok...? Well you best get SOME rest, cause we gotta go out today. I'm not gonna carry your ass to the car again if you randomly pass out while we're shopping." I crossed my arms and make my way to the kitchen.

"Wait.. going out? That sounds dangerous," He suddenly sat up, staring directly at me now.
"Not if we're quick. That gang can't be after you all the time can they?" I began taking out pancake batter.
"They can and will.. They're trying to catch and destroy me remember?" Whitty looked a bit nervous now.
"For what though?? What reason?" I asked him questions as I took out all the ingredients.

"For something I can't control." Whitty said in a monotone voice.
"Apparently.. my existence is considered a threat. The least they'll do to me is imprison me.." Whitty added.

"Never tried fighting back?" I questioned him now as I began the cooking process.
"If I do, that's adding more reasons why I should be imprisoned or destroyed right? Its a stressful situation.." He had a blank look on his face. He was probably use to it, which was why he didn't seem too fazed by it.

I can admit, I felt kinda bad for the man..
"All I want is to live a normal life.. to go back. It was all well when I was just a rockstar and nothing more or less." Whitty vents on. He noticed my upset expression.
"Oh.. am I boring you? I can be qui-" "Yeah Whitty, shut up." I suddenly say.
He looked a bit hurt but wasn't surprised.
"NEVER say that again. If you need to vent, just do it. I'm all ears bro!" I grinned at him now, causing his face to flush a bit.

I've made my decision..

I want to help him live a better life. One not as hellish as the one he's living now.
One where he didn't have to run and hide from things that were clearly not his fault.

PART 2 DONE! Hopefully this chapter wasn't too boring since its just Whitty getting settled into his new "home,"

Next part should be out tomorrow!