☼︎ 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚕' 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 ☼︎ 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

☞︎︎︎ Chatper 18 ☜︎︎︎

- Your pov definitely not written by me 2 years later-
Oh no- oh no. He keeps looking at me, somebody's gonna catch on I swear if he keeps looking at me like that.
Silly goose- he's definitely going to let us down, might as well go ruin- nah, improve his favourite apple oatmeal. An evil smirk spread across my face as I finally brought myself to meet eyes with him again, stifling a giggle. Pouring some of the shrek-mix into the apple oatmeal- probably just leave it like that- literally the icing to this absolutely phenomenal gut wrenching toe twisting and finger curling delicacy.

- Albert's pov -
Oh god, what's she doing now?? She's probably gonna go dose it with a bunch of baby earthworm Sally's now.

-Your POV definitely still not being written two freaking years later-
I dunno if he could ever guess but I was going to DOSE that mf with earthworms. He'll be screaming for mercy, freedom from the worms. Glory to the worms. JUSTICE FOR EARTHWORM SALLY.

- Albert's POV -
I have to admit she looks kinda cute hunched over like a little troll trying to make something without a microwave. Like, she's actually trying.
I decided to NOT check on Kirsten after that future disaster of a conversation and instead 'stalk' Y/N? It sounds bad when you put it that way but I think she's gonna burn the house down if I don't supervise.

-3rd person-
Y/N was not succeeding at making a simple bowl of oatmeal, if anything probably doing anything but making Albert a bowl of oatmeal and instead punching the bowl and unleashing the most UNHOLY, SADISTIC profanities onto this wretched bowl of sludge.
"Y/N?" A soft chuckle arose from the door, Albert sliding into the kitchen "What the fuc- flip (sorry children) do you think you're doing?"
"SHI- SHIZZLE- ALBERT?!" Y/N squealed, turning around to hide the Mountainous monstrous sludge behind them.
"Dude it stinks, I'm serious. What are you doing?" He tried to peer over Y/N's shoulder only to be greeted with their palm.
"Talk to the hand buster." Y/N would admit how badly they died inside after saying that- a pang of instant regret washing over their face.
"Y/N, I can literally bench you. Move." He'd pat their cheek.

- Kirsten's POV- (ready for the drama?!?)
Wonder what all the nervous laughing is for. I'd literally just set up for the movie marathon again, heading to the kitchen I decided to call out for Albert only to see Y/N! Good start and..Oh, his hand around her waist and the other cupping her cheek.
The familiar sting on rejection never eased as time went on, if anything grew more bitter.
"Albert..?" I managed to choke out, if I knew Y/N was such a homewrecker I wouldn't of let this happen. I can't do this, not today. I could've sworn I felt the knife twist as he pulled her closer as she turned round to face me; like I'm some kind of threat?
I thought he loved me.

A/N
hey freddy fazgang it's been like a year sorry for the stupid ahh hiatuses IT WILL GET SO MUCH BETTER I PROMISE.