Leafy love 🌿🗡️ Griefer x reader

Chapter eight - getting along

The mayor quickly caught on to how well you and Brad were getting along — shockingly well, in fact — so he decided to set up a kind of "playdate system," but for adults. Sometimes, he'd invite you over to his house, and other times he'd send Brad to your hotel so you two could hang out, chat, or do something stupid.

One time, Brad dared you to sneak into the bakery and steal a pastry.

And, of course, you couldn't back down from a dare. It was a dare, for god's sake.

You snuck in, swiped the pastries, and bolted back to the hotel — two pastries in hand: one for you, one for Brad. He laughed the second he saw you.

"Wow. You actually did it. Didn't think you had it in you, but I guess you did."

He took the pastry from your hand and started snacking immediately. You did the same. Maybe it was just adrenaline, but somehow, the pastry tasted way better because it was stolen.

You both collapsed onto the bed, laughing like idiots. Brad kept saying random nonsense — totally out-of-context words — just to mess with you while you were already laughing. For some reason, it made everything ten times funnier.

He tried to play it off, tried to pretend your laughter didn't get to him... but it did. That sound — no, he shouldn't be thinking like that. That would be stupid.

It was your turn for a truth or dare. You asked Brad, and of course, he picked dare — he always did. You didn't want him doing anything too wild (because you knew he would), so you joked:

"Why don't you go into my closet and see if any of my clothes actually fit you?"

Brad gave you a confused look, but shrugged and headed for the closet anyway. You tried to retract the dare, realizing he took it seriously, but it was already too late. A dare was a dare.

He snagged one of your T-shirts and a pair of skater pants, walking into the bathroom to change. When he stepped back out, he threw his arms wide and declared in the most exaggerated mockery of your voice:

"Look at me, I'm soooo cool. I adventure around and wear BIG pants with POCKETS."

You wanted to be annoyed — tried to be annoyed — but seeing him in your clothes was actually kind of... cute. He looked silly, but also surprisingly comfortable. And he seemed to be enjoying himself, so you didn't say anything.

"Why don't you go try on my clothes now? Let's really be opposites," he joked.

Never one to back down, you grabbed the clothes he had left behind.

"Oh, you're actually gonna do it? Just don't ruin my stuff," he said, rolling his eyes.

You smirked.

"Please, you're a stick. I'm not gonna stretch anything out."

You stepped into the bathroom and changed. The neon green jacket was surprisingly warm, and you finally understood why he wore it all the time. The real struggle, though, was putting on the ridiculous number of belts — it felt like there were twenty of them.

When you stepped out, fully dressed in his getup, Brad blinked. He didn't know why, but something about seeing you in his clothes made him feel... weird. Good weird. The way you smiled while wearing them — comfortable and confident — that hit him harder than he expected. He shook his head, trying to brush it off.

You pulled out your camera and held it up between you.

"C'mon, strike a dramatic pose."

Brad did the goofiest model stance he could muster. You mimicked him, and the photo snapped — just the two of you, mid-laugh, caught in a moment of pure dumb fun.

You nudged his shoulder, a teasing glint in your eye.

"So... you got any girls you're crushing on~?"

He immediately swatted your hand away, groaning.

"Hey! Come on! I've been stuck in a hospital for like a month and a half. I don't think any girl would be into me right now anyway. I'm too much of a bad boy..."

He put on an imaginary pair of sunglasses and tried to look cool — not easy when he was wearing your baggy shirt and skater pants.

"Some girls like bad boys, y'know."

He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. The day you get a date is the day pigs fly."

You smacked his shoulder with mock offense.

"Low blow, man. Low blow."

The two of you spent the rest of the day laughing until your sides hurt. Eventually, Brad had to head home. He started trekking back through the forest, but not before you yelled:

"And I'm keeping your clothes 'til tomorrow too!"

He was already halfway out the door before realizing you were still wearing his clothes. Turning around, he shouted:

"Yeah, just don't ruin it! That's my favorite jacket!"

You laughed and waved him off, then gently hung the leather jacket on your coat rack, taking extra care not to damage it.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, you thought back to all the fun you had. None of it would've happened if you hadn't stepped up and offered to help.

And honestly? You were glad you did.