𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘭𝘴 // ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴏᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (DISCONTINUED)

SWEETS?? - Chapter 6

hi 🧍 so I have been going through some things and I'm back<3
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You unlock the door to the store. You looked around and saw a few things out of order. You must've forgot to put them away so you start cleaning up a bit.

"Ding!" The door rang, signalling someone entering. You're sitting on your chair, in front of the cash register.

"Hello, welcome in. There's a sale on blank disks if you are interested!" You say using a fake, "phone voice."

"HI!" someone yells, quite a familiar voice as well. You look up and see..

Bad.

Infront of you.

standing.

"OMG BAD!" You got on your desk and jumped to hug him. He hugs you as your just shaking him.

"WHY. DIDN'T. YOU. TELL. ME. YOU. WE'RE. COMING?!" you scream, most likely everyone nearby hearing you.

".. surprise?" He slightly says, taking the shaking.

"I'M SO HAPPY YOUR HERE!" you hug him again and he gladly accepts it. You decided the store would last one day being closed.

You grab his hand and yell out, "c'mon, we're getting out of here!" While pulling him. You drag him outside and stand in front of the door, grabbing your keys from your pockets.

"Rat is also with me" he whispers, excited yet scared for your reaction.

"WHERE IS THAT SWEET ANGEL??" you yell unexpectedly making him jump.

"She's at the hotel" he answers scratching the back of his neck.

"Hotel?? Why do you need a hotel???" I ask. He could've just asked me to let him stay. I start to enter the car.

"Well I need a place to sleep, shower and" he goes on, explaining something that everyone with common sense knows.

"I MEANT, just stay with me." I say turning the car on while he gets in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna be a burden" He replies, with his seatbelt now on.

I stare at him. I've known him for years and he still thinks he's a burden to me?

"Bad listen to me carefully" I say with a slight sigh pulling my hands together. "you are NOT a burden" I point at him with both hands.

"But-" "BADBOYHALO SAY IT WITH ME, YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN"

"Y/n-"

"Say it good sir" I say, mocking an british accent.

"I thou am not a burden" mocking the same accent.

We both stare at eachother before breaking into a laughing fit.

We both stand up and start to enter the car. After a bit I turn on the radio to fill in the comfortable silence. After switching through a few channels I found the perfect one.

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.

(If you hate Miley Cyrus stfu /j)

I do a pog face and turn to bad. He's already looking at me with a shocked/happy face.

"Y'know what I'm thinking?" I ask him, "Sing till we can't speak?" He asks. I nod and turn up the song.

I roll down the windows so every passing car and person could hear us scream at the top of our lungs.

"I hoped off the plan at LAX with a dream and my cardigan" bad starts turning his voice to a higher volume.

"Welcome to the fame excess!" I scream/yell. Bad does the "whoa" as he continues the song with me joining in.