Daisy Chains || Ranboo (SLOW UPDATES)

11 || Amie

 "Good morning again," a voice says, close to Amie's ear. She laughs tiredly, forcing her eyes open. Reese's face is practically inches from hers. She freezes, and he laughs at her surprised expression.

Amie pulls the blankets up to her chin. Why? "Good morning, Reese," she whispers, and rolls over. "And good night."

He sits on the end of her blankets and nudges her feet over. "I'm bored."

"You're a child. Like Tommy."

Reese's jaw drops in indignation. "Okay, that's it." He yanks her pile of blankets away from her and holds them a bit out of arm's reach.

Amie shivers. The one sheet she's left with is not warm. "This proves my point. You are a child," she says, turning toward him to point at him. "Literal. Child."

Reese points at her, leaning back in the chair by the desk. "Literal... okay, I'm too nice to come up with anything negative."

Amie bursts out laughing, sitting up and stretching, then snatching the warm blankets back. "There's just nothing negative about me."

"You're stuck-up," he points out, handing her a sweater. "And clearly sassy."

"Only one of those is a bad thing. Think about it." She takes pride in her sarcasm.

"Oh shut up," he says in a British accent. "Wait, did that sound like wil? I talked to him recently and I keep doing that, gosh dang it."

"No, but okay."

He frowns. "Do we have breakfast?"

"My mom ate most of the food and probably brought the rest with her for the trip with my siblings. You need your school bag and shit." She sighs, wondering if he had really been so bored that he'd voluntarily talked with Wilbur. "Never mind, we'll deal with that later." Amie puts her hand on the window, reaching up from the floor. It's relatively warm, so she doesn't need to kick Reese out to put on pants. Her black cotton shorts will do.

"Wait, didn't your mom go on a work trip?"

She remembers suddenly why her mom must have left the note about the trip without specifying when she'd be back. "She's picking up the twins from Karrie's, and taking them out of town for a birthday trip to my cousins' house. I don't know why I'm not going, but I'm not complaining."

"Okay, but you'll be home alone for however long she decides."

She giggles. "That's not a problem." Amie stands up and starts to walk toward the door. Reese doesn't follow, and she glances back to see him with his eyes closed at the desk in the wooden chair across the room.

Amie leaves the room behind her and waits. Three, two, one... and Reese bursts through into the den, calling after her, "Amie, don't leave without me!"

"I would never," she says with a laugh as he slumps against her shoulder, pulling her down with him. "Hey, stop that. I can't carry you."

"I'm not that heavy!" Reese says indignantly. "I'm just tall. And very muscular." He flexes an arm and thinks of something that will make her laugh. "I can pick up my cat, and she's very heavy."

She snickers, pushing him off of her and starting down the stairs. "Blooe isn't that heavy, she's all fur."

"How do you know my cat's name? Oh... yeah never mind." Reese laughs, following her through the kitchen to the door. "Where are we going first? I'm starving."

"We can eat at your house if you want. We have to get your stuff anyways, I think."

She slips on her white sneakers, hikes up her bag on one shoulder, and they leave the house. 

Reese opens the door of a small white Volvo, gesturing for her to get in the passenger seat. "Let's go to my house, yeah."

"Am I being kidnapped?" She looks around playfully, as if finding someone to save her. "Mr. Boo, explain. Am I being kidnapped?"

"No."

Amie cocks her head and raises one eyebrow. "How can I be sure if that's your answer?"

"You trust me? Right?" He looks at her as if she's making him sad. "Amie?"

"Yeah, Oreo man. We're going to be late."

"Honey, we're already late." He hops in  the drivers seat

She blushes a bit at the nickname despite herself. Amie has no idea when someone has called her 'honey' (never, or not for a long time, probably). "Okay honey," she mocks with a giggle, covering her mouth with a hand as she shuts the car door behind her. 

"Oh my god you're immature," he chuckles. "If I had the choice I wouldn't kidnap you anyways."

"Oh no, do I mean nothing to you?" Amie says in between fake sobs. "Am I—just... just a... basic bitch?"

Reese slams his fist on the wheel, beeping the horn. "Shut up."

They arrive at his house, which looks eerily familiar to her. "Wait a damn minute, do you live in the Full House?"

"Nah, it's down the road," he points and she spots another fancy house that looks more like the set for the show. "See?"

Amie nods and follows him up the porch stairs and inside to a pristine green-walled kitchen with small potted plants on every windowsill available. "Which parent has the green thumb?"

Reese flushes and rubs the back of his neck. "Neither. I have a life outside of streaming, you know."

"Yeah, and you've spent most of it with me for the last few days."

He grimaces, reaching into a high-up cabinet. "No need to get stuck-up."

"You said you had food. Was that your I-have-candy enticement to kidnap me, Sprinkles?"

Reese extracts a box of cereal (more specifically, honey-sweetened Cheerios) from the cabinet and dangles it over her head as she jumps childishly to try and reach it. "Amie, you practically need a step stool to give me a high-five. What makes you think  you can reach the cereal?"

"Feeeed meeeeee, tall man, please," she whines, retiring from her attempts to reach the food. "We're going to be so late, we're going to miss history."

"Fine." He passes her the box and gets milk, spoons and bowls from various other places in the kitchen.

"You know I could have reached the food without help, I'm not your typical y/n uwu smol bean child , Oreo man," Amie laughs. 

"Do you read Wattpad x-reader stories?"

She raises an eyebrow at him. "You know a lot about Wattpad it seems."

He tries to cover for himself. "No, no, I don't. You were saying you could reach the cereal?"

"I'm not short, I could step on you if I wanted to."

"You could step on my feet."

"Reese, I'm five-foot-eight." She lies through her teeth.

"And I'm the queen of England."

"If you were the queen of England, Tommy would like you a lot more."

 They sit and eat breakfast, then Reese drives them to school. The entire ride to campus, Amie pokes fun at Reese's tired appearance. 

"You have eye bags."

"You do to, smol bean uwu child," he retorts, butchering her mockery of Wattpad characters.

She grins. "You know, by this point in a Wattpad story, the reader would have fallen madly in love with you."

(A/n: Maybe that's more similar than you think, honey)

"True."

She shrieks, causing him to step on the brake and the car screeches a bit before continuing. "YOU DO READ THEM!"

"So it was a trick question," he sighs. 

Amie laughs. "When is it not a trick question?"

"Noted."

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