Onceler x fem reader

Suddenly Successful

It had officially been a month and a week since I first arrived. The Onceler's family got here last week. They really rub me the wrong way, though Once loves them, so I can't say anything to him.

They had arrived in a small camper covered in bark and tufts already. The Onceler pulled me and the Lorax to go meet them. First his aunt Griselda walked out and came over to us. She made a disgusted face. "What a dump."

Next Chet and Bret ran out. His brothers. They grabbed the marshmallow  Barbaloon and began the throw him to play catch. I tried to stop them though they were already throwing him around. Brett looked at me and then the Onceler. "Never thought you would get a girl." He laughed and smacked the Onceler's hand. "Yeah..." Once said laughing uncomfortably. "Ow." He rubbed his hand.

I looked over at him. He looked really nervous.  And then I saw why. His mom stepped out. "Oncie! Is that you!?" I finally understood why he didn't want anyone to call him Oncie.

He put on a happy smile on his face. He was really good at hiding his emotions. He greeted her warmly. Lastly his uncle ran out and game him a big hug. His uncle was shorter than me. "Oh, how's my favorite nephew doing!?" "Wait a minute," his face dissolved a bit and he gave a nervous smile. "I though you always said I wouldn't amount to anything, remember."

"Oh, I was just trying to motivate you Oncie." He looked a little relieved and then pulled my arm over before pushing the Lorax forward, who had been pouting the whole time.

"He looks like a peanut," Aunt Griselda remarked.

"You're calling me a peanut, huh!? Just watch, I'll go right up your nose." I giggled and the Onceler pulled pack the Lorax who was ready to throw hands. "Hey, wait, cool it everybody. Just allow me introduce him. This is my friend, the Lorax." "Acquaintance," he corrected. The Onceler laughed even more nervously. "Ver good acquaintance. He speaks for the trees." Then he walked over to me. "And this is my friend and financial adviser, Y/N." He glared at Bret. "Not, my girl."

I've been thinking about what he said for the past week. "Not my girl." It kind of bothered me. I couldn't like him, we haven't been friends that long, though it still kind of hurt. I was lost in thought, and the voice of the Onceler's mom, Isabella, yelling scared me.