Nourishment | Adam Lanza x Reader

CHAPTER 2

I woke you up late in the day. Per usual. Nothing new. Sunlight peaked through the forest green curtains, waking me up yet not completely. My eyes were still blurry. With my eyes half-open, I let my hand wander around in search of my phone. Finally, it felt plastic cover of my Iphone 4S. I had to get a cheap casing, as I spent all of my money on the iphone itself. It was the newest and best phone on the market, how could I pass it up?

Turning my phone on, I saw that I had 3 new messages from my brother, Brendon. A message from 9am, 11am, and 12pm. All three of the messages from him were the entire lyrics to I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco. What a freak of a brother.

Disgrace of a Brother

me: Shut up

Disgrace of a Brother: Make me

me: You're so annoying

At last, I typed my you'res and yours correctly. Thanks to Smiggles.

Disgrace of a Brother

Disgrace of a Brother: *Your

me: No wonder you didnt go to college, your grammar is trash. It was actually you're, dumbass.

Disgrace of a Brother: Did I ask?

me: Thats why youre a drug dealer

Disgrace of a Brother: Thats why mom and dad like me more

In hopes of clearing my mind, I got dressed and went to the arcade. It was only a 10 minute walk. Basically my second home. I put on a lacy black tank top, a fluffy black miniskirt with an unneeded studded belt, and black and white horizontally striped thigh highs with matching arm warmers. I couldnt forget my black boots, that was practically an essential. I hopped on Lucha Fury, the game thats been my go-to recently. I turn over and see a man in a blue hoodie and cargo khakis playing the DDR machine. He was playing the hardest map and getting every step perfect. I couldnt help but stare — that dude had talent.

I wanted to walk over to him and compliment him, but I was too embarrassed. It would make it seem like Im stalking or something.

Much to my demise, he stopped and looked at me. He looked.. familiar. Very familiar. Why do I never pay attention? Ive seen him before, I know I have! I just..

His eyes were quite wide. Like he just witnessed a crime or something. He had rather straight lips and an elongated face, for a lack it better words. His chocolate-colored hair was fluffy and wavy. I hate to admit it, but he was kinda fine. Like, really fine.

When the reality hit me that we were both staring at each other silently, I averted my gaze. "U-Um, sorry for staring. Youre like, really good at Dance Dance Revolution," I mumbled, my mouth going dry. His voice was stoic, deep, and monotone. "Thanks," he replied. One word answer. I knew I fumbled.

"You should enter championships for it. I mean, like, Dance Dance Revolution. I- like, you know, just a suggestion.." my words grew quieter as I spoke. Each word I mumbled made me want to run away and hide from this lanky stranger. "I'll consider it," he said back, his tone the same. Just as I was walking away, he spoke out, raising his voice slightly. "I could, uh, teach you.. If you want," His tone was as monotone as ever. Maybe thats just his way of speaking.