Daisy Chains || Ranboo (SLOW UPDATES)

16 || Reese

Amie zones out a little bit, pressing her cheek to the window. Reese reaches over and pokes her thigh, snapping her attention suddenly back to him. He continues to poke her aggressively. She laughs. "Hey, stop, you're driving,"

"Why? Do you not want to crash?" He rethinks his words, then mutters, "wait, that's smart, I should have considered that," putting both hands back on the wheel.

"Yes you should have!" Amie frowns, practically breaking a sweat to keep in her smile. She hums a bit, then Reese realizes it's very quiet. 

"You know what, Amie, can you put on music?"

"Sure," she nods, "just not anything stupidly twangy." She shakes her head as they near a stop sign, pulling out her phone and syncing it to the Bluetooth speakers. "Because dude, you know I hate country,"

He grins, yanking his own phone from the cupholder and opening texts before the light turns green. "You literally criticized me for saying 'dude' a lot. Look!" Reese shows her the conversation from earlier.  "See?"

"Wait, how about this?" Amie clicks the play button. Reese turns up the volume to just thirteen, just to see how much of a perfectionist she really is. His suspicions are proven as the girl reaches over wordlessly and turns it up to fifteen, and they both chuckle as the music starts to play.

Yeah, I thought love was only true in fairytales,

And meant for someone else, but not for me,

Love was out to get me, that's the way it seemed, 

Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

"Yeahhhh," Reese rolls the window down and sticks a hand out, smacking the car on the drumbeats of I'm a Believer. A man in a big pickup truck glares down at him fiercely, and Reese thwacks the car even louder out of spite. 

Amie grimaces apologetically at the man, reaching across Reese's body to stop his hand. "Hey, don't piss anyone off."

"Fine."

She sighs, trying to catch his eye. "I probably look like a protective girlfriend."

Reese nods. "For sure." He pulls into the grocery store parking lot and parks the car. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 

The two look through the store, eventually finding groceries for Amie and locating a package of golden Oreos for Reese to take with him as well. At the register, Amie has a sudden annoyed realization. "Shit. Shit, I don't have my stuff."

"What?" He's confused. "What's missing?"

"My fucking purse." 

She looks through her bag, but Reese stops her. "I'll get it, it's fine," he pulls out his own wallet, extracting the credit card. "I've—"

"No, no, no, it's okay, I'll pay you back." They definitely look like a couple now, arguing over courtesy. "It's fine, Reese."

"Nope, no, I'll pay," he pulls her away from the register and whispers laughingly, "I'm a famous rich boy, I'll pay for your food." (A/n Editing chai here— lmaoooo rn)

She seems to be angry. "Oh no you don't, Sprinkles, nope, no, it's my food."

"I got a ten-thousand-dollar donation last month, not to mention everyone's text-to-speech stuff and the subscriber-zombie streams. I can spare a bit of money for your food." He doesn't care how much he sounds like a braggart, because he knows she doesn't judge.

Amie shakes her head resolutely, putting up a heck of a fight over the few dollars he's offering. "Nuh-uh, not happening." She smirks. "Wait, are you trying to impress me with your money?"

Maybe. He giggles at his sarcastic thought and her quip; "no, Amie, I'm reasoning with you, idiot."

"Well I hate to say it's working." She agrees (seemingly somewhat reluctantly)and lets him buy her food, but resolves to hide money for him in his bag sometime. "Thank you, ender-boy."

"You're welcome, honey."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.  

The two make their way back to Reese's house after dropping off the food at Amie's, per his request. Apparently he has a surprise planned for his friend before the stream.

"So?" Reese opens the freezer to reveal one tub of vanilla and one of chocolate ice cream. "Want to make milkshakes?"

Amie grins, pulling out the chocolate ice cream. "Dibs." She starts to make her way out of the kitchen, Reese having no idea where she's going.

"Wait a dang minute, no, that's a crucial part of the milkshake," he follows her. "That's the guest room, not the living room, by the way."

"Wonderful." She returns the ice cream and Reese shows her how to use the blender while making his own vanilla milkshake. When she gets a chance to create her drink, she completely gets the proportions wrong. "Fuck. Shit, that's too much. Damn it."

"You sound like Tommy, literally," Reese chuckles. "You'd definitely be good friends." 

"No way, not the—"she fake-gags—"child! I could never!" Amie attempts to remedy her milkshake issue, but only succeeds in jamming the blender. "Shit, it sounds like I maimed your kitchen equipment."

Reese cracks up. "You-you maimed the blender?" He laughs, fixes the drink and pours it into a tall glass for her. "How do you maim a blender?"

"I'm not sure how I did it, but I succeeded."

Of course you did. He smirks. "Bravo, honey, bravo."

"Thanks a whole lot, maple syrup child." She tries to drink the milkshake, but it's pretty much a solid and she just gives herself a brain freeze. "Uh, do you have a straw?"

He laughs at her milkshake-mustache, and pulls a red and a green plastic spoon from the silverware drawer. "Even better, look, now it's my brand."

She takes the green spoon with a smile and snaps a picture of the drinks in their hands, sending it to him. "The subs must think we're dating."

Interesting subject change... "They do. They all asked who my girlfriend is this morning, when I posted the picture from yesterday."

"Um." She rubs her temples. "How do we fix it?"

He rolls his eyes halfheartedly. "We don't, we can't stop it anytime soon unless we just put a complete stop to the stream idea and stuff."

"Well that's a no, we want to do the stream, right?"

Reese grins. "Of course we want to do the stream."

A/n this is short and shitty but I hope y'all like it anyways. Stream comin soon :D

Remember to vote, ppl! -Chai