- 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒.- (Ghostface x reader)

Chapter 9

(Y/N's POV)

"But..um..could you maybe...help me? With something?" I asked, almost whispering.

'God, I'm like a child.!' I thought to myself, mentally screaming.

"Sure. What is it?" The man asked, chuckling softly.

I showed him my phone screen.

"This stupid navigation thing on my phone is complicated as fuck..and you look like you've been living here long enough..so-" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"So you want me to show you the way to the park?" He asked, finishing my sentence.

'No fucking way did he just do that-.'

"Yeah...actually." I replied, smiling a bit.

"Alright then. Let me show you the way." He nodded, grabbing my arm, and started to lead me.

"If you lead me somewhere dark and scary, I'll rip your balls off."

He grinned a silly, nerdy looking grin, while letting go of my hand.

"Hah, you're fucking funny."

'Asshole.'

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While we were walking, I started to look at him a bit more clearly.

He had darkish brown hair, neck length, with stupidly big dark brown eyes.

And he was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and black and white shoes.

But..holy shit..he's kinda hot..

"Uh, sir?" I asked him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" He replied, making eye contact with me ever so suddenly.

"What's your name?"

His mouth formed that stupid smile again.

"Not if you tell me yours first."

I chuckled.

Fucking smartass.

"It's (Y/N)"

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)" He said, his big ass eyes sparkling at me.

"I'm Billy."
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Few minutes afterwards, we reached the park, thankfully.

"Well, this is it." Billy said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Have fun, (Y/N)."

I suddenly grabbed onto his shirt sleeve again.

I don't know why..I just had the urge to.

"Billy, wait!" I gasped, a bit embarrassed.

I mean, he did just walk with me for 38 minutes.

He must be tired.

"Hm?" He hummed, turning around to face me.

"What's up?"

'Say something, (Y/N)!'

"Not to be weird or anything, but.." I mumbled.

"Do you might wanna stay a while? I mean, if you're not busy or anything.."

'Fuck, not that, (Y/N)!'

He nodded at if he was waiting for me to say that.

"I would love to, (Y/N)."