MrBeast x Depressed reader

Chapter 1

I sit on my sofa bed in my living room/kitchen staring at the stained yellow walls. A grumbling in my stomach. I had five dollars in my phone case and that was it. I needed to find a job quickly but I had no motivation to get up or talk to people.
I eventually managed to pull myself away from the sofa and walk to my door. I slipped my shoes on and stepped into the corridor outside my apartment. I fumble with the keys as I try to lock the door before finally succeeding.

I stroll along the cracked, dull pavement staring at my shoes and kicking along a small oddly shaped pebble. My black hoodie hid my face as I pulled up the hood. I traced my finger along the familiar blue and pink symbol on it before returning my hand to my pocket.
I continue to walk down the street until finally I reach the corner shop window. I look to see if it was open and it was.
I didn't have much money so I got some lettuce a loaf or bread and some ham. I hoped this could last me until I could find a job.
I paid and didn't even have any extra to pay for a bag even though they are so cheap.
I left, checking the time on my phone before turning the cracked screen off and sliding it into my pocket.

I decided to walk a different way to the one I came as there were less people but as soon as I turned to walk the other way I walked straight into someone and fell backwards bashing my head against the wall next to me.
"Dammit. I'm so so sorry let me help you are you alright?" A familiar voice said.
I blinked a few times and looked up at the man.
"Y-you're MrBeast. I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going I'll get out your way I don't want to bother you I'm sorry."
I push myself up and stand. I was a huge fan I was literally wearing his merch right now.
"No no you aren't bothering me I wasn't looking where I was going." He picked up my groceries and handed them to me.
"Jimmy!" A voice shouted him. It was Chris running to catch up with him Chandler not far behind.
"I am bothering you really though you are here talking to me you should go hang out with your friends. I'm sure Chandler and Chris aren't happy right now." I chuckle nervously trying to hide how anxious I was.
"Your wearing a MrBeast hoodie." He beamed.
"What oh yeah right I'm a big fan. I've watched your videos for years." I reply not sure where this conversation was going.
"Well we're not filming a video or anything and you bashed your head so come hang out with us for a bit. I have a bag in my car you can put your stuff in." He persuaded.
"I would but I've got to go home and try to find a job I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want me there anyway." I look at my feet trying to get out of this. I would love to hang out but I'm scared that they won't like me.
"Let me at least give you a lift home. I'd love to get to know you a bit?" He glanced to where his mates were still trying to make their way through all the people.
"I guess that would be ok?" I nod nervously agreeing.
"Great," He beamed. "What's your name by the way?"
"Oh right I'm y/n." I responded.

I was soon sat in his car giving him directions to my apartment. Chris and Chandler had gone in another car home.
"So what kind of job are you looking for?" He asked.
"Something in editing. I studied editing videos and film studies but I also draw and design stuff." I say still staring out the window.
"Yeah?" He chuckled smiling at me.
"Turn right here then we're at my apartment." He nodded and did as I said.
"Thank you so much." I smile at him then get out of the car.
"Of course have a nice day." He nods with his cheeky smile still plastered on his face.
Why was he so nice to me. Maybe he was just pretending. I started to panic so quickly flashed a fake smile closed the door and speed walked to my apartment.

He probably thought I was so weird. I lock my door and slump to the floor with my head in my hands.
I was an idiot not only did he probably think I'm weird he probably hates me now. Why can't I just act normal for once. I sat crying on my floor wishing that I had just said goodbye and walked off instead of being so awkward.
My face red as well as my eyes.
I push myself stumbling to the sofa before lying down and shutting my eyes tightly. How could I be so stupid. I sit up and take off my hoodie trying to ignore the marks on my arm. I hug the hoodie and cry into it.
I was hungry maybe I should get some bread.
Yet another idiotic mistake I left my groceries in his car. Of course I did.
I guess this was it then. I'll just stay in my apartment crying myself to sleep. Knowing there's no one to care and no one to notice. No one to even comfort me. Mother is gone, father is gone and my brother moved away and got in a car accident I was completely alone.
These thoughts made me cry even more and eventually I just cried myself to sleep. Tears staining my pillow. I shivered in the cold air as I slept. I had no blanket and no heating either.