ASTRID DEETZ X FEM!READER

Chapter III: Rory

An: I rush these chapters hench why I make mistakes. I also don't proofread them until i already published it. Lol.

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The ghost house was cover with black fabric. Delia insisted that it was an art of grief and sorrow and pain.

Y/n does not understand one bit.

So she just simply followed Astrid around the house as everyone joined Charles's wake.

The girls found themselves at the table of food and help themselves with the lavish food prepared for the guest.

"Miss Delia needs to host more parties. These are amazing." Y/n said through a few bites of the chicken.

"Especially hosting a party with famous people. My god, these are delicious." Astrid replied enjoying her food.

The two simply have a small conversation while eating their fill until Rory- Lydia's new boyfriend, Just suddenly appeared.

He's such a douchebag.

"Hey.. Pretty noisy up here, huh?" He spoke, poking Astrid's forehead. "And in here too." He said pointing at his chest.

What's that supposed to mean?

Astrid and Y/n just simply stayed silent. The soap opera playing in the background.

"Listen, if you need to process your emotions, I'm here for you." He continue like he cares. This guy's such a fake.

Astrid then stayed silent before she belch on his face. "Emotions processed, Thanks."

"I saw you standing at your grandfather's grave.." He continues to talk.

Good lord, why is this man so desperate?

"Must have been pretty tough to... Death is like.. ugh.. It's just tragic, you know? You just wanna.. cry.. or a breach this feelings that going on in there." He continues as the two girls just took glances from one another.

"I just want you to know i can be that..
Kinda dope.. dad dude for you, you know?"

Astrid rolls her eyes. "I'm good."

"Uhm- you know-" He quickly butt in again. "Times like this can really bring a family weirdly closer together. I went over here and.. made a poem for you grandfather-"

"Oh did you? How does it go?"

"I- it's.. it's starts.. well kinda like opens on grief.. obviously then acceptance. It's long and I didn't memories anything like that it's quite beautiful."

"Cut the crap, Rory." Astrid snarls. Finally.

"Alright I'm not falling for your new age overly emotional trauma bonding yoga retreat bullshit. I see you. Because like you, My mom is a very broken person. A delusional fantasist. An exploiter and if she won't allow that to happen, that's on her.."

With that, Astrid then dragged Y/n away with her.

Once they're in a secluded place, Y/n stops the brunette. "Has he been always like that?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He sucks at trying to make a bond that will lead to nothing with me."

Astrid stated rather frustrated and angry. "He thinks if he wins me over he'll win my mom. Not that he needs to do extra measure when she's already drooling over him."

"More like the other way around." Y/n chuckled. "Rory seems to be the one playing lap dog who drools on miss Lydia."

"Eww. Don't be gross, Y/n." Astrid rolls her eyes before she walks away again.