My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Only Imagine

YOUR POV

you woke up with just the sheet covering your body, you typically wore shorts and a sweater to bed all year round and you did tonight. huge mistake...

your body was covered in sweat and your bed was sticky, clyde was sitting at the foot of your bed slightly panting.

you got up and peeled off your sweater, you chose a random sports bra so you wouldn't be as hot.

as you pulled your hair up you felt the top of your neck and the beginning for your hair was completely damp, so was your hair line at the front.

you went outside and around your house to the clim, after some carful inspection you realized that it had actually broke.

these houses were old and it was about time something had to go wrong, the neighbourhood you live in was where the houses have great plots of land but the house itself small and one story. you don't even have a basement. people move in on these streets all the time to tear down and re build a very modern looking house which doesn't fit with the others, it's an eye sore.

"home insurance, how can i help you?" a friendly voice came from the phone, they had a lower voice.

"hi, i just woke up and my very old air conditioning broke overnight -i think -and i'm not entirely sure what to do." you leaned on the brick wall beside the clim.

"okay," you heard typing, "so i just pulled up your profile with us... it's a really old one, yes?"you hummed a response, "well, we can get you with a newer one."

"it would have to be outside, there's no room." you shrugged.

"not a problem, a lot of people in new york don't have the space. we are going to put it in the back yard-" which is basically nothing "and we'll cover it with a tarp."

"perfect!" you smiled, "when can you come?"

"between three and five."

it's only like, you glance at your watch, eight in the morning... oh fuck! i have a doctors appointment!

"m-miss? are you still with me?"

"oh, sorry, yes. that will work." you smile and hang up.

you go back inside and pack a backpack of the the simple stuff, you're sure daveed will let you stay over, you just need to the wait until 11:00 because that's when he's done teaching.

you got on a couple calls and had a few meetings, people were calling you because gossip flies around that office and even though you haven't even been in there somehow, people know about the lung issue and your parents.

"hey, boss!" you smile, it was a phone call so they didn't know you were topless.

"hey, (y/n)." they let out a sigh, "we are really needing you in this office, when can you come in?"

"well, i have a appointment today and the cases are only getting worse, i'm surprised you haven't shut down the office. i heard yahoo is doing it and even google in LA are closing." you look through the window and see daveed filling up a water bottle.

you wave a he makes a finger gun and points it to his temple, you smirk and turn your head. he waves you off and holds up his phone and waves you off again. you nod and then remember you're shirtless. daveed doesn't even notice.

"i know people with kids who are also leaving to work at home, we've had to let so many people go..." your boss sounds defeated, "and my boss- tim -is on my ass!"

"that's tim for you, he's scary..." you murmured the last part.

"i'm pretty sure the mayor is releasing a statement tomorrow, so maybe we are all going home... oh well, i better go, have a good day."