Going Slightly Mad ( Mad Hatter/Jefferson x reader) (Book 1)

Cookies and Milk🥛 🍪

Your P.O.V:

Jefferson sat at the counter, reading my old magazines I left there while I was rummaging through the fridge, searching for milk. I hoped to find some extra food if he planned to stay here for a while, but I was out of luck. I would need to make

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking up.

"Searching for milk," I answered.

"Here." He got up and put his hand in the fridge. He then pulled out the milk jug like he pulled out a rabbit from a hat. "Is that all?" he asked.

"No," I answered. "There are cookies I left on the top shelf of the cabinet." I pointed to my rackety, old cabinet. My stool I use was broken and being repaired.

"Is this it?" Jefferson asked. He stood up on his toes, and stretching his arm, reached into the cabinet and pulled out the packet of Chips Ahoy.

"Thank you," I said as he handed me the packet.

"Why do you need the Chips Ahoy?" he asked. I opened the packet and put it on the counter.

"Because," I said, grabbing the cups from the dishwasher, "every time someone who is a guest comes over, they get cookies."

"Oh," he answered. "That's actually nice." I smiled as I filled up the cups with milk.

"My mom said the same thing," I said. I reached in the packet and took a bite out of the cookie. Jefferson dipped his cookie in his milk and he took a bite out of it. I did the same thing. Soggy cookies are easier to swallow and chew.

"Um, you have crumbs on your cheek," Jefferson said, wiping invisible ones on his cheek.

"I do?" I said. I repeated the same motion, getting the crumbs of my cheeks. Jefferson took a gulp from his milk and put down his cup, leaving him with a milk mustache. I giggled.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I took a sip from my milk and motioned to my milk mustache.

"You have one of these," I answered.

"Oh," Jefferson said. I took a napkin from the center of the table. I leaned over and wiped the milk off his upper lip. He smiled as I wiped the mustache off his lip. "That tickled," he said with a smile.

"Who knew you were so ticklish," I answered, sitting back down. We went on like this for twenty minutes, just talking and eating cookies. Once we finished, we took our cups to the sink.

"I can do the dishes," he said.

"No, that's fine," I replied. I turned on the faucet and rinsed them. "I'll wash them tomorrow morning."

We cleaned up the table and I led Jefferson to the guest room. It was small, with one night stand and a rickety, short closet with . The bed was also small. It had no sheets or covers, just a gray, greasy, dirty, pillow. I pressed my lips into a thin line. It had been so long since I had somebody living with me. I moved out as soon as I finished high school. No one else came here, except for Mom.

"This is okay," Jefferson said, looking around the room. He leaned against the doorway. I chuckled nervously.

"Uh follow me," I said. I led Jefferson out of the room and into mine. "You can stay here until I fix up your original room." I opened the door.

"Is this your room?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't want to stay here, it's your room." I pushed him in.

"You're my guest, you need sleep," I answered, grabbing clothes out of the drawers.

"Would this be considered an invasion of your privacy?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No, as long as you don't read my diary or anything," I said. Jefferson smiled.

"I guess I'll see you in the morning," he said. I blushed. "Goodnight Y/n."

"Goodnight," I said, closing the door.

Jefferson's P.O.V:

I placed my neatly folded clothes in the drawer. Y/n had emptied her clothes out of the drawers so I could have space for mine. That was nice of her. I sat on the bed, turning off the lamp light. I laid down. I didn't bother to get under the covers, I was fine like this.

Spending time here will give me plenty of time.

A/n: Oh goodness, it's been a while, hasn't it? Well, here's a new chapter!