"Learn To Be Brave" Whitty x Reader {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 3 - Living With You

Before Whitty left the other day, you asked him for his phone number, he said he didn't have a phone number, nor' a phone, but he'd still be willing to visit you! And he kept his word. Since then, Whitty kept on visiting you at 8 in the morning for breakfast, and then you two would spend most of the day just talking and having fun, until one day would change things a bit for a while...

Your POV:

I was staring at the time, waiting for it to hit 8 AM, breakfast was already cooking, and I was excited for Whitty to arrive. The moment the doorbell rung, I immediately ran towards the door, and opened it, As usual, there he was. The tall, friendly bomb waiting outside for me. Like last time, something about his charm, and his voice just gave me butterflies, I gestured him to come inside, instantly, he noticed the smell of something really good, it was the breakfast I was preparing. Whitty followed the scent and sat down at the table. I had cooked up some bacon and eggs, and placed a plate of them along with the utensils on the table so he could eat.

"Wow, Y/N, these are amazing! I didn't know you could make something like this, I didn't even know this existed until now!" His eyes gleamed with joy, and I blushed. "Hey, Whitty?" I looked away, and then back at him.

"Yeah?" He mumbled as he was eating. "Uhm, well.. I was thinking, do you wanna perhaps live here with me?" I expected him to be happy, but he dropped his fork. I thought he was angry, and I was getting scared. "Live with you? No way, you're being serious?" He asked me with a shocked look. "Uh, yeah! I am!" I noticed that his fuse stuck straight up, he got up from his chair, and he walked up to me, I thought I was doomed, so I closed my eyes, but.. He was hugging me? "Yes, Thank you! Finally a place where I can hide- I mean stay!" I was confused, "Hide, what do you mean hide?" I pushed him a few inches away and I stared at him, curious to know what he meant by hide. He ignored me and sat back down, continuing to eat, brushing it off. I knew something was wrong but I didn't wanna pressure him. 

After he finished eating, we spent most of the day laughing, watching TV, and moving some furniture to give space for him, I tried to think of other things but there is one thing that kept fogging my mind, what did he mean by hide? 

4 days later....

Whitty's POV:

I got up from my bed, I was still a bit tired. I didn't wanna move at all, just sleep, but Y/N pressured me to wake up for breakfast, so here we are. I'm still adjusting to this place called "Home", at least to Y/N it is, it's all still so strange, I do try my best to live life normally here though, I hope it'll go well, it has been for the past few days, I guess! "Whitty, breakfast is ready! I hope you're awake, the alarm already went off 15 minutes ago so you had plenty of time to get ready!" Y/N shouted from downstairs, wait, 15 minutes?! Crap, I woke up just now! 

I rushed to the closet, got changed, and headed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting all ready for the breakfast, once I did, I treaded downstairs and I waved to Y/N. They seemed quite excited, I turned to sit down and breakfast was already on the table, a flat circle with a cube of yellow and brown melty stuff on it called a pancake, sided with a cup that had this thing called "milk". Looked tasty, and I never had these before, so my natural instinct was to just dig in.

"Holy mother of bombs, these are great, Y/N!" I don't think they heard me too well, since what I said was muffled by all the chewing. I noticed that Y/N doesn't really cook anything for themselves, just me. So I decided to be wholesome and save them a good-sized piece on the empty plate next to me, I probably gave them half of what I had. Y/N was shocked, and was happy that I shared with them, and after we ate, we spent the day like normal. 

5 hours later...

3rd Person POV:

You and Whitty were in your backyard, stargazing. You noticed that a few minutes in, Whitty looked a little scared, his eyes were darting everywhere, and every so often, he would get up and look around in case anybody was there. You were rightfully concerned, so you asked him what was wrong, 

"Hey, Whitty, you okay? You haven't really been talking as often as you usually would ever since we set foot outside." Whitty was startled by your voice since he was so distracted, so he got up. "Uhm, do you mind if we go back inside.. Please, Y/N?" You nodded, and he instantly ran back and upstairs, at this point, you were getting more and more curious, but you felt something hold you back from asking. 

You brushed it off, and for the last time too. You walked upstairs and to your room to notice that Whitty had already gone fast asleep, how peculiar. You brushed your teeth, got in some warm and comfy clothes, and headed to bed. Before sleeping, you looked out the window, and then you looked at Whitty again, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

What is wrong with him...?

THE END OF CHAPTER 3, TO BE CONTINUED...