Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch2: Unexpected

Reader POV

School-boring as usual. Marcos sat next to you on the bus as per norm, and soon noticed your "bored" expression.

"What's got you in a sour mood this time?" he asks, genuinely concerned. You remain silent. "Come on, (f/n)! Don't make me tickle you!" He wiggles his fingers at you.

You grin and put your hands up in surrender. "Nothing! Just boring school as usual. You know, nothing exciting," you answer honestly. He tickles you anyway, getting small shrieks and laughs from you.

"Hey! No fair!" you say once he stopped, poking him in the side. You then resort to teasing him as revenge. "So how's your boyfriend?????"

He instantly blushes like a tomato. "H-he's not my boyfriend!" he protests.

"Yet," you finish, winking and nudging him softly. Sitting a few seats behind the two of you was none other than Andrew, Marcos' crush of 5 months-dark hair, blue eyes, and a lean build, standing a good 2 inches taller than Marcos. "I set you two up on a date," you finish, Marcos' eyes going wide and his mouth dropping. "You what!?"

"Yeah, I told him that you wanted to hangout with him and he said he'd take you to a movie this Friday," you declare proudly. Next thing you knew, Marcos had his arms around you tightly and was whispering "thank you" over and over again.

"But you have to help me choose what to wear! Friday is only two days from now!" he decrees. "Deal," you say, grabbing his pinky with your own.

He smiles and hugs you once more. "I love you, sis!"

You smile and hug back. "Love you too, bro."

A few stops later, the two of you disembark the treacherous yellow vehicle and head toward the home you share. Leaving your shoes at the door, you head to your room to shed your 1,000 lb backpack, dropping it onto your bed.

~~~3 hours of chores and homework later~~~

You head back up to your room after dinner, Marcos following, and plop down face-first into your pillow; you bump your ridiculous horns on the bedpost and swear aloud. "Fuck....that hurts," you mutter, holding the sensitive attachments carefully.

"Blue or red? Khakis or jeans?" Marcos asks, holding up several shirts and pairs of pants.

"Blue. Khakis."

"Light blue or dark blue? Stripes or plain?" He holds up several more shirts.

"Light blue. Stripes. It brings out your eyes," you answer, making a gesture to his face.

"Plaid, stripes, or plain?" He holds up about 50 pairs of socks.

"Jesus Christ...dark grey plaid."

"Thanks, (f/n)!"

"No problem."

You sit up, placing your legs crisscross in front of you. Marcos puts his outfit aside and sits next to you; he starts braiding your hair as he talks. "You know, I've never seen you dress up. Or really put much effort in you appearance, for that matter."

You snort. "Gee, thanks."

He continues. "I should set you up on a date. But you've never shown any interest in any guys...or maybe you and some girlfriends of yours can have a girls' night! Go to a nice restaurant and gossip about anything and everyone."

"I don't have any 'girlfriends.' I'm not normal, remember?" you retort. He tenses slightly and sighs. "You're normal to me. And if they can't see what I see, then I guess they're just stuck-up snobs, huh?"

You smile. "Yeah, I suppose."

GHB POV

Two days. TWO MOTHERFUCKING DAYS. Why does this trip have to take so long? You don't fucking know. You snapped about 5 necks when you heard how long it would take to arrive.

But it doesn't matter. Because in just two days, you'll get to see your motherfucking miracle again. (F/n) was always such a sweetheart, but with your temper. She was so motherfucking adorable, and she had her mother's figure and (s/c) skin.

You sigh, remembering your fucking miraculous and beautiful matesprit. Yeah, she was a human, but she was your human, and she loved you for the beast you are.

Hopefully (f/n) remembers you, but she probably won't. She was taken away when she was just a fucking wriggler. You yawn and eventually fall asleep to the memories of (f/n) and her mom, a smile finding it's way to the corners of your mouth.