A Set Of 3 Coffins (Andrew x Reader)

Meeting The Parents

(Y/n) p.o.v
Getting in the car, all three of us settled in. Andrew in the driver's seat, Ashley in the passenger, and I am in the back. While the siblings bickering, I found a letter. "Hey guys. Check this shit out." I said catching their attention. "Well, what's it say?" Ashley asked, raising a brow. "Well it says 'Dear Mr. Washing machine, consider this a receipt for your cleaning services. We're extremely grateful that you've accepted to clean our laundry for us.' That's all it says." I rolled my eyes. "Are we the laundry?" Ashley asked. "Seems like it." Andrew replied. "Pft, yikes. So the guy was getting paid for this." I mumbled. "So, where to?" Ashley smiled. "This isn't exactly the best situation to go joyriding in a stolen car." Andrew rolled his eyes at his sister. I just leaned back and listened. I've gotten the idea of how they work. They argue and argue. Ashley is impulsive, defensive, and very into her brother. Andrew is the responsible one. He's protective of his sister, but will most likely indulge her stupid ideas. Letting them argue they finally mentioned something interesting. "I'm not saying go and talk to them! I'm saying go in when their at work, rob them blind then leave!" Ashley huffed. "Rob who?" I raised a brow. Both Ashley and Andrew groaned. "Our parents!" Raising my hands in a calm down motion I sighed. "Are we doing it then?" I asked. "I guess so." Andrew sighed. "Do we even know where they live?" Ashley asked. "I know the place, but don't remember the exact address." Andrew sighed. "Wait, she actually told you? All she ever did was tell me to stop calling her." Ashley sighed. "Huh...I haven't driven a car in over two years." Andrew looked nervous. "Will we be fine?" Ashley asked, just as nervous. "As long as you both don't distract me." Andrew said. As he said that, Ashley placed her feet on the dash. And yet another argument. Sighing, I waited for the argument to end. Ashley began ignoring her brother, before passing out. "Hey, if you need a break from driving. Just let me know. I'll take over for you." I said while laying in the backseat. Andrew only hummed in response. While we drove, I seemed to have fallen asleep as well.

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