She's My Crystal (Milo x reader)

Chapter Two

(Y/N)'S POV:

"Woah...this ship...it's enormous!" I glanced around, admiring everything I saw. Mr. Whitmore laughed at my reaction. "That's not all, you gotta meet the captain of this ship. Speaking of the devil- Commander!"

A man turned around and grinned at Mr. Whitmore. "Well if it isn't Preston! And this must be our jibberish translator. Or at least one of them. Pleased to meet you, I'm Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke." The Commander shook my hand firmly.

"Preston, where is Milo?" Lyle said, looking at Mr. Whitmore now.

"Oh he'll be here, I just wanted (y/n) to meet everyone before he did."

"Good because we're about to leave in 10 minutes."

The Commander left, leaving Mr. Whitmore and me alone. I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Uhhmm...Mr. Whitmore. About my name, if you couldn't say my name, I'd appreciate-"

"Mr. Whitmore!"

We turned to see Milo running towards us. I moved my eyes and body in another direction. Mr. Whitmore hugged him. "There you are. I thought you weren't going to come."

"Sorry I overslept a little. Who is that? A crew member? Hi, I'm Milo."

He held his hand out for me to take. I glanced at him then his hand then down at the floor. "Umm great to meet you.." Mr. Whitmore grabbed my hand and placed it in his. "Milo this is-"

"Rose."

Milo smiled and shook my hand. "Is the Commander here? I'd like to meet him. He went on the Iceland trip with my grandfather."

I pulled my hand away and shrugged. "You just missed him, I'm not sure where he went. Mr. Whitmore, thank you for letting me come on this journey." Suddenly, Mr. Whitmore hugged me and whispered, "Go make your parents proud, Rose." He laughed as I blushed in embarrassment and left them. Besides, I'm too awkward at the moment and need to chill or I'll start saying dumb shit.

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MILO'S POV:

I watched Rose leave as blush appeared on her cheeks. I turned back to Mr. Whitmore who was giving me a wiggly eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. "What?? I didn't say anything bad did I?"

"Oh nothing. Just have fun, and take care of yourself." He pulled me in for one last hug. "And watch over Rose. She's gone through enough. Your grandfather knew her."

He pulled away and patted my shoulder, then left. I hugged my grandfather's book and smiled. "Well, let's see...where did Rose go? Right, left? Eh, oh well. I'll see her soon enough-"

"Hey! Hands off!"

I went around the corner to see Rose tugging on a bag. I quickly walked over. "Hey what's going on?" Rose glanced up, then looked away. "This dirt-smelling dude is trying to take my bag!"

The short guy with odd glasses scoffed. "What?? Dirt-smelling-! I am MOLE! And I was only interested in your dirt!"

"I don't have dirt, weirdo!"

"No no, you have tiny bit of dirt! See see!" He grabbed her bag and flipped it over, showing a little bit of mud on the corner of the bag. He wiped it clean with his fingers, smelling and tasting it. Rose looked at him curiously. Mole gave her bag back and smiled in his way. "You're from Fishkill, New York aren't you?"

I stared at Rose, who was blushing in embarrassment. "How can you tell just by a lick of mud?"

"Oh lady ma'am I can tell a lot of things! You're from Fishkill, New York. You've been there all your life, studying Atlantis and Viking culture. You didn't look the way you look like now and-"

"ALRIGHT alright. That's enough." She threw the strap over her shoulder and left, going down some stairs. I followed her. "Hey uh- I'm Milo, we met earlier. I-"

She turned around, sighing. "Milo...I know you.."

"Well yeah cuz my grandfather knew you."

"Can we just..talk somewhere?"

"Umm sure, but where-" She grabbed my hand and took me to where the sleeping area was. She closed the door and started to pace. I grabbed her arm softly. "Hey are you okay?"

She stopped and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just...hold on. These stupid things are hurting my eyes." She pulled away and went to a mirror, taking out her contacts. She grabbed glasses from her bag and put them on. She slowly looked up, showing her now brown eyes.

"Y-your eyes...you were wearing colored contacts?? Why?"

"Because I hate my look...I hate..me."

"Why?? You're a beauti- umm well, b-beautiful g-girl."

"You don't remember who I am, do you?"

I shrugged, being very curious now. She breathed in and held her hand out. "Hello Milo, it's been a while. It's (y/n), your best friend."

W-what?? (Y-Y/n)??? It's really you??