Ryan Higa Imagines

cricket

**Y/N: Your name

"Y/N!" You hear Ryan's voice call out to you. He's in the garage, packing out some things for his next YouTube video. You pause, because you think you were just hearing things. But then the screaming came out again. "Please help!"

You drop the pillow on your bed and make your way downstairs and into the garage. You were worried about Ryan, so you came rushing in quickly.

"What's wrong?" You pant, and then you stop to look at him. Ryan is standing on a chair, with a broom. "What the heck are you doing Ryan?"

"Can you get me a jar?" He starts to poke a tiny thing on the ground. You squint and you see a cricket. You snicker at how scared he's being with a tiny cricket.

"Don't tell me you're scared of that tiny thing." You cross your arms and smirk at him.

"I-i'm not." Ryan stutters. The cricket suddenly hops closer to the chair Ryan was standing on. He begins to squeal like a girl, and stops because he remembered you were watching him.

You shake your head, the smirk still plastered to your face and you bend down to pick up the cricket in your hands.

"What're you doing?!" Ryan looks at you with wide eyes.

"I'm taking the poor cricket outside. It's probably scared of you with all your squealing." You let out you laughter and let the cricket free in the garden.

"T-thank you." Ryan's cheeks turn pink, and he turns his back away from you and continues to fiddle with his video props.

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aw poor Ry xD