Whitney x Male Reader (@^v^)

Part 13: 🎵I wanna rap with you🎵 All night~

POV your having a nightmare: You run as fast as you can while trying not to stumble over your untied shoe laces. Your weak body trying it's best to keep you up. You look back over your shoulder countless times to see your parents walking towards you with disappointed looking faces and red bloodshot eyes. You find your self running into an alleyway with a dead end. You look back to see your parents approaching you. You fall on the ground and beg them not to hurt you. They don't say anything to you, instead they stare at you with their red eyes. You huddle into the corner and bury your face into your knees. "Leave me alone...please-," You say sobbing quietly. "Oh but honey, why should we?" "We can't possibly leave a child like you alive and well." You hear your mother say in a chilling voice that makes shivers go up your spine. You then hear your dad speak in a much deeper and darker tone. "Which is why we'll be removing you from our lifes..." "Permanently." You watch as your mother quickly tackles you and holds you still. You try to scream but unfortunately your voice comes out hoarse. You begin to cry as you then watch your dad take out a 10 inch knife from his pocket and walk towards you. You squirm in your mother's grasp, before you feel a sharp pain in your side. You yell in pain as you slowly turn to see your mother has put a shank in the side of your stomach. You feel yourself passing out already, before you see your dad raise his knife up. "Goodbye, Y/N." "Maybe you'll be a better son when your reborn." You watch as the knife comes down. The knife almost plunges into your stomach, before you wake up in a panic. You start to breath heavily and you feel sweat drip down your head and body as you grip the sheets tightly. You feel tears run down your face as well. You frantically look around and you finally calm down enough to see that your parents aren't in an alleyway staring at your lifeless body on the ground. You look to your right to see that Whitney is still asleep. You sigh out of relief, before going to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and stare at your self for a bit. You look a mess. Not to mention the fact that your face still hurts like hell.
Y/N: Crap. Another nightmare. Not like the other night though. That wasn't so much as a nightmare as it was just plain weird. I turn on the shower and get undressed. I step into the shower and grab the rag I was given and start to soap up. I try my best to forget about the nightmare, but I fail. I finish my shower after like 5 minutes and wrap the towel around my waist before going out into the hallway quietly to not wake up Cameron and Whitney. I successfully make it back to Whitney's room and grab my clothes out my bookbag. I start to put them on without making too much noise. I pull out my phone and check the time. 8:53. Kinda early. I decide to go to the living room and check my phone. I go to my tumblr account to see how it's doing. My activities are flooded with about 56 notes. I click on it to see that multiple people are liking and reblogging some of my posts. I draw sometimes and post it on tumblr. People like my art even though I'm pretty insecure about it. I practically scroll through tumblr liking posts to past the time and wait for Cameron and Whitney to wake up. I almost couldn't hear footsteps coming from behind me. I turn around to see Whitney awake standing behind the couch. "M-morning," I say thinking that she was still going to be asleep. "Morning, why are you up so early?" She asks me rubbing her eye. "Heh, I should be asking you that question." She giggles some and sits down next to me. She looks down at my phone. "Whatch ya doing?" "Just scrolling through tumblr." "Nothin special." I say looking down at my phone. "What's tumblr?" Another question? Jeez. "Well, tumblr is like an app where you can share arts and pics and stuff." That's the best I can explain it to her. She nods and says okay. I notice that she didn't turn the tv on. I turn my head to her. "Your not going to watch tv or anything?" She stays silent for a minute before turning to me. "No, cause I wanted to ask you something..." She said sounding nervous. "Well, what is it?" She avoids eye contact with me and fidgets with the hem of her night nightgown. It takes another minute for her to calm her nervousness down before turning to me. "I wanted to know if....you would be okay with rapping with me?" She asks in a quiet voice loud enough for me to hear and to not wake up Cameron. I stare at her for a minute thinking about what I should say. Rapping? I always wanted to do that. Until, my parents stepped all over it and threw me out. After that I pretty much stopped thinking about being a rockstar. But...on the other hand I relaly enjoyed singing. In my free time and when no ones around of course. I did sing one time on youtube and got like a million views. But that was it. I see that Whitney's still waiting on an answer from me. "I'll battle with you." "Only because it will get my mind off of....my nightmare." You whispered the last part quietly. "What did you say?" She asked. "Oh uuuuh...nothing." "Don't worry about it." She says okay but smiles afterwards happy that I accepted her offer to sing with her. "Wait...you can rap!?" I asked surprised. She nods blushing a bit. "Yea...but after Daddy Dearest took credit for the songs I went into hiding..." She grips her arm squeezing it hard. Daddy Dearest? That purple skinned rapper? Really took credit for Whitney's songs!? You scoff after hearing that. You never even trusted that guy one bit. The look in his eyes just gave a gut feeling that he wouldn't be the best guy to ask to be a music manager for. And you were kinda paranoid at the time still. You turn to Whitney's direction to see her gritting her teeth and her fuse smoking a bit. You quickly pinch the tip of her fuse, before she gets angry. "Hey hey, you good?" She looks at me and she stops gritting her teeth. "Sorry, just thinking about what that DEMON did..." You pat her back and say its okay. She finally calms down and slumps back into the couch. You then here her stomach growl, so you immediately get up and go to the kitchen and pull out eggs, waffles and bacon. Whitney watches you from the living room as you quickly start mixing up eggs. "You can cook?" She asked surprised and happy someone other than Cameron can cook. "Yea, it was actually a self taught thing, hehe." "My parents never really taught me how to cook." She frowns after hearing "parents" come out of your mouth.
Whitney: I frown at the fact that he mentioned his so called "parents." He goes back to cooking while I continue to watch him. He's really good! I blush at the site of him cooking food for me. It's sweet. He starts frying the bacon while watching the eggs. He then turns to me and asks, "How many pieces of bacon do you want?" I snap out my trance and quickly answer, "19!" He looks surprised and starts laughing. My face turns red from embarrassment and I quickly look away. "S-sorry..." "It's fien." "I don't actually mind giving you that many pieces of bacon." He smiles at me. I feel my face heat up again. His smile is cute too! *Her face right now lol*