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This was a request

A/n: here we go again

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| Y/N's pov |

I was outside, looking for people to rap battle/sing against. I was a well known rapper/singer in my neighborhood, however, for some reason, whenever I approach somebody and ask them to battle me, they don't want to even look at me.

I've been going from person to person, asking to rap/sing against. Which was honestly nerve racking, since I don't like interacting with people like this. I was only doing this because my friends forced me to. They said it would help me practice for my next concert. That's bullshit because I could've just practiced by myself. But here I am, pathetically asking people to accept my challenge, looking like an idiot every time they decline. I was humiliated. Why did everyone seem to despise me?

Nonetheless, I kept walking, searching for someone.

I walked past an alley. Instinctively, I glanced towards it. I saw a strange looking person.. were they even a person? I walked towards it cautiously. I got a better look at it and realized it was some sort of... bomb head? They were facing the wall and they were twitching and groaning... Maybe it was a hobo having a seizure.. Unless he was jacking off or-

I walked up to Whitty, calling out quietly, "Hello? sir?"  My voice trembling slightly, the figure in front of me was very tall, very strange looking.

The thing did not respond.

"U-uh, hello?" I tapped his- or it's shoulder. I had to extend my arm all the way up in order to reach him. He quickly turned his head and looked at me with wide, angry eyes. I shook in fear at the sight, he was ginormous, his eyes were scary, and his posture was terrible. He looked pissed.

"What? What the fuck do you want?" He demanded, pure anger in his voice. I instantly regretted approaching him, but I decided to not back out like a pussy.

"W-would you like to rap battle against m-" Before I could even finish my sentence, he interrupted,

"No. Get the fuck outta my face."

"But, c-come on- It's only one song!" You protested, your voice still trembling.

"No, do you have any idea how stressed I am? Some blue haired bitch already challenged me earlier."

"I've been searching for people to rap battle against but they all run away from me. Please, only for practice!"

After a lot of persuasion and convincing, he glared at me with a furious expression, then he sighed, looking away.

"Fine." He finally gave in.

I silently cheered and handed him a microphone, which he very unwillingly took. I set a boombox on the floor and played a beat. I was extremely nervous for some reason. I was probably even visibly shaking.
Despite my nervousness, I decided to go first. As I was doing my thing, he looked me up and down, with a confused look on his face. What? Was I bad or something? I shrugged it off and let him have his turn. He began singing and.... I was shocked. His voice sounded like an electric guitar, it sounded amazing.

-timeskip : after the singing-

| Third person pov |

"Wow, that was incredible...you have a really nice voice." Y/N complemented. Whitty blushed at the statement, he wasn't used to receiving complements.

"Uh.. well- thanks for singing with me." Y/N smiled and picked up the boombox. "I guess I'll be going now... may I ask what your name is?"

"Name's Whitty.. and you're welcome..." Whitty seemed to pause and think for a second.

"Hey, aren't you that rapper/singer 'Y/N'?" The bomb head asked. "You sound exactly like them."

"Uh, yeah! I am. Unfortunately..." You mumbled the last part."Hey.. w-would you be up to, I don't know, hang out some other time?" Y/N asked.

"Sure, t-that would be nice, actually." Whitty smiled slightly. Y/N handed him a piece of paper with their phone number on it. Whitty took it.

| Y/N's pov |

Over time, Whitty and I became really close. We hung out almost everyday, helped each other when practicing, y'know, typical friend stuff.

But for some reason, I felt like we were closer- like we were more than friends. No, not best friends, even closer.
Why am I feeling like this towards Whitty? Yeah, I like him, but do I like them as more than a friend...how would I tell him? What if he doesn't feel the same way...

"Y/N? Are you okay?" I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Whitty call out. We were currently at my house and I had gone in the bathroom. Now that I think of it, I've been in here for a while.

"Yeah.. I'm coming." I mumbled, previous thoughts invading my brain.

'Should I confess?'

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A/N: ah man, I'm definitely doing a part 2 to this— this chapter was kinda dry, oops

Anyways, ill keep writin ig shittff inm so tired - imma go back and edit out mistakes later,