Bad At Love (Offenderman x Reader)

Backstories

*Offender's POV*

I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I looked at the nightstand and saw a tray of pancakes with whip cream and huckleberries on the top, there was coffee on the tray and the last thing on the tray was a single red rose in a little skinny vase. Did (Y/N) do this? I felt my heart beat get fast and my stomach started feeling fuzzy. I ate the breakfast, got on my clothes and hat, and went to the living room. (Y/N) is such a amazing cook, I wonder where did she learned how to cook. I was about to leave for the front door but (Y/N) was behind me. She grabbed my hand and looked at me.

"Where are you going? Don't you want to stay and talk?" She questioned. I looked down at her. She is so short and innocent.

"Okay fine but only for a few minutes. I have to get home." (Y/N) looked a little sad but nodded. We sat on the couch. She brought the tea set and this time I didn't burn myself, she even had some butter biscuits to dip in the tea. We sat in silence for a few minutes until (Y/N) broke the quietness.

"So, What's your story?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know? Your backstory. I want to know more about you."

"Well... My mother died after she gave birth to me and my father was always loving and supportive. He was the best father you could ask for. But he was slayed by mine and my brothers greatest enemy. Zalgo. So my oldest brother had to stop his dream career. In school I was constantly picked on and bullied. Every time I asked out a crush, they would laugh and reject me...also (Y/N) please don't be mad but... I haven't been very honest to you..." (Y/N) looked at me with a serious and a unpleased look but her  face was still gentle.

"My name isn't Lee Jones...it's... Offenderman...I'm a Creepypasta member." (Y/N)'s face changed back to her calm and gentle expression. She looked at the fire in the fireplace.

"What is creepypasta?"

"It's a mansion full of killers, one of my older brothers is the boss of them. I know I'm not supposed to tell anyone because the person might turn us in to the government. My brother might send someone to kill you." I was upset that (Y/N) might die. She looked away from the fireplace and looked at me.

"I'm sorry to hear about your past...But...I don't want to sound rude or be offensive but high school relationships rarely work out. Don't get me wrong, yea having your first relationship and having a crush is exciting but the truth is, life isn't always a straight path. Life has many paths for everyone. I understand how you are... your heart has been broken many times because you think no one is capable of loving you or wanting to be by your side. But I know I want to be by your side. Who knows, maybe in the future you will find the right girl." I was staring at my reflection in the tea. She's right, maybe I lost hope of the feeling of being loved and I continuously kept trying to find someone. So I don't have to face my fear, I am terrified of thought of dying alone, unloved, and unhappy. I started to feel upset.

"Well I guess it's my turn. I'm 21 years old, My mother died in gang robbery when I was 8, and my dad was just the best, he died when I turned 15 from cancer and my ex boyfriend Nick died in a car accident when he was driving in a storm on his way home. I was 17. I never had siblings. But after my dad died, he left me this cabin, his net worth, and my grandpa Joe also left me his net worth. Yea I'm rich but I never had many friends growing up. Until I met a girl named (F/N). Her and I were best friends but she never told me she had depression. When I was arriving to school...there she was standing on top of the school's roof. I'll never forget how she looked after she let herself fall. Her skull was busted open, blood was everywhere, and all you could see on her face was sadness. No one really likes me because of how rich I am but I honestly don't care about the money." (Y/N) was staring at the fire again when she finished, she looked ashamed and upset.

"(Y/N), Why do you trust me? Aren't you going to turn me into the police?"

"No, Your the first friend I had since I lost (F/N). And I'm not the type of person to betray someone."

"You think I'm a friend of yours?"

"Yes." (Y/N) smiled, I smiled, I wanted to hug (Y/N) but I decided not to.

"Thank you, No one's ever wanted to be my friend." I smiled. (Y/N) smiled back and surprisingly hugged me. I hugged back slowly. She felt warm and smelled like roses and tea.