Spreen x Fem reader
(Also it's not in Spanish😍)
"Do you even know how far apart we live? 5,000 miles. That's incredibly far."
In which a member of the Dream SMP stumbled upon one of her best friend's (Quackity) Spanish speaking friends. Will langua...
My alarm went off and I quickly woke up from the sudden noise. Once I gained realization, I noticed the pounding in my head.
"Fuck." I mumbled. I didn't know hangovers were this terrible. Not only did my head hurt extremely bad, but I had a major stomachache too.
I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. Ivan's flight is at 10:00 and it was currently 7:00. I looked over to where he was asleep and gently shook him. He groaned and put his pillow over his head. I rolled my eyes and yanked the pillow from his grasp.
"Get up. Your flight is in three hours." I said. He groaned once again and sat up with an angry face. "I feel like shit." He said.
"Me too." I said. "I'm never getting drunk again."
"Preach to that." He chuckled.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. I picked out something comfortable to wear, placed the clothes on my counter, and hopped in the shower.
I didn't spend too much time in the shower, because the second I start relaxing, I'll be in there for another two hours.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I put on some light makeup and I was ready.
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Now it was Ivan's turn. I walked out of the bathroom and signaled for him to go in. He walked in and started getting ready.
I looked over at my bed and saw Ivan's suitcase, fully packed. This made my heart ache. I didn't want him to leave. I was seriously going to miss him. Who was I supposed to talk to all day? I literally have like one friend at school, and I'm not even that close with her.
I guess texting exists but that's just not the same. I started getting my things together so that when Ivan was done, we could leave straight away.
I put his suitcase by the front door and grabbed a few snacks out of my pantry to put into his carry on just in case he got hungry on the plane. Although the flight attendants have food on their carts, sometimes the snacks are ass.
I put the food in his bag and zipped it back up. I walked back into my bedroom and saw Ivan sitting on my bed, just staring at the wall.
"You ok, Van?" I asked sitting down next to him. He didn't respond. He just continued staring at the wall.
"Ivan?" I said waving a hand in front of his face. I saw a tear fall from his eye and roll down his face. He turned to look at me.
He had the most distraught expression on his face. He still didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. I already knew what was wrong.
"Baby..." I said with an upset look. I embraced him in a tight hug. "It's gonna be ok. I'll book a flight to Argentina the second I get off for my next break." I pulled away and held his face with my hands.
