Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

Part 7

As soon as I was finished, I began making a plate for Whitty who was already sitting at the table. He seemed to be getting use to it, it being way more smaller than him. Or maybe he just tolerated it cause I was such a pro cook!

...
Either way, I'd still need to figure out how to fix that problem at some point. He seemed pretty chill with it at the moment.

"Here you go, Whitty! Put it in the sink when you're done, ill-" seconds after I handed him the plate, the food was already gone.

I forgot about how he does that..

"Hm? What were you saying?" He questioned as he got up to put the plate in the sink.
"I was gonna say that I'd start on cleaning the other room, but I guess we can start together? Let's go!" I said before making my way to the spare room.

Inside there were boxes, music keyboards, an electric guitar, and a bass guitar. Everything in here was kinda old and untouched other than the two instruments I'd play every now and then.

"Ahh.. Dusty as hell, just like I remembered!" I traced a finger along one of the old boxes, it leaving dust on my finger. I shook the dust off and looked back at Whitty who was peeking inside the room from the door.

"Nice place, huh? It'll be better once its cleaned up of course. Ill try to add some sort of bed in here by Sunday!" I smiled at him, putting my hands on my hips. He nodded.
"So what did you need my help with?" He questioned as he ducked under the doorframe to fully enter the room.
"Well I need your help carrying boxes. Most of the stuff in here is unneeded so you can put them in the basement which is the door to the left of this room" I pointed at the door.

"Oh and leave the two guitars, im gonna put them in my room at the end!" I added as he nodded. These boxes looked way too heavy for me to carry as I witnessed this man pick up two at a time.

(SMALL TIME-SKIP!!! IM NOT GONNA WRITE ABOUT THE WHOLE CLEANING PROCESS.. THAT WOULD BE BORING)

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and let out a sigh. The only two things that were left in the room were the guitars. Other than that, the room was hella clean now! Definitely room worthy without it being dusty anymore.

"Good job Whitty, you were a lot of help" I smiled at him making his face flush a bit.
"Oh no problem.." He mumbled, looking at his feet till my phone started to ring making us both jump.
"Ah shit, hold up" I said as I took out my phone.

"Heelllo? Is thiis Y/n?" The familiar voice said. It was the judge from the Friday night funk!
"Indeed it is! Whats up?" I responded to the enthusiastic voice.
"Well we're just calling to say CONGRATULATIONS! You're gonna be one of the ones participating in the next friday night funk tomorrow! You'll be battling for 1k-2k dollars! Cya at the club, Y/n!" He exclaimed before hanging up, not even letting me thank him or anything.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and stared with a blank face. A few moments pass by
"So.. what was that about exactly?" Whitty spoke up, seemingly a bit concerned.
"Wellll.." I had the blank expression on my face still.
"That was the judge calling to tell me that I got into the funky friday night thing!!!" I gave him a toothy smile and leaped in joy.

"Oh wow, thats ni-" Whitty froze up when I randomly hugged him.
"Yesyesyes I'm so excited!!!" I exclaimed into his hoodie.
"...." Whitty didn't respond. After a few seconds of awkward hugging, I pulled away.
"So! Icecream to celebrate?" I looked up at him, the bright smile still on my face.

After all.. We didn't go last night because stupid Nine totally forgot all about it and the boy missed out on it. Fucking dumb bitch *spits on nine mentally* (*simply passes away*)

"I-i guess..? I don't know, I still want some so sure.." Whitty stuttered out, he was still trying to process everything.
"Mk bet!" I cheered, pulling the poor boy along to the car.

No one's pov.

Whitty was sitting in the chair at the cafe which also sold Icecream apparently, Y/n sitting across from him.
"So, enjoying your Icecream? This cafe has everything.. I once asked for fucking grass and they had that shit. Did I eat it? Yes." Y/n questioned him.
"Wh-... Ok not even gonna question that, but yeah its pretty good." Whitty shrugged.

He hasn't even tasted it yet actually.
'Was that what people call a hug? That was weird.. What was it for? A way to express joy maybe?' Whitty's thought were racing.

Whitty definitely didn't know what a hug was and only experienced one just today.

Little did the two know was that someone or someones were watching them outside..

"Come on! move it, lemme see- ow!"
"Shut it dumbass, you're gonna get us caught"
"I don't know if this is a very good idea guys.."
"Well if we manage to follow these two home, that should be enough information to get that fucker off our backs."
"Who are we talking about again? I'm really hungry"
"The leader of the Cherry Bombs you dork!"
"Oh riiight right.. Im so tired i could just s-sleep"(That was a glitch, not a stutter!)
"Ugh...You're useless. Whatever.. Now we know who he's with. Tempo? Remember that information."
"Sure.. but this still isn't a good idea.. Its literally just two frien-"
"Oops! Quick let's get out of here!!"
"Yayy!"

The three of them ran away.

Wavelength, tempo, and reverb. They're ocs, and I'm sorry if I'm adding alot of ocs to the story- BUT TRUST ME, GONNA BE WORTH IT IN THE END!

Anyways, next update tomorrow!