Death The Kid X Reader: Spin The Bottle.

Getting ready.

Kids POV
What? I can't help but stare at   (y/n) sometimes, she's so........symmetrical.
Le another fricking time skip brought to you by:Black Stars annoying-ness.
"KID WHERE'S THE STORAGE ROOM AGAIN? She's been here for a year and still has trouble finding her way around the house. "JUST A SECOND             (Y/N)!!!!!!!! STAR HID THE CHEESE AND HE WONT TELL ME WHERE!!!!!!!!"
"You need some help?" She was behind me again, how is she so fast? "Yeah, thanks." "No problem! Now where is the radio? I have an idea!" "It's upstairs" "Thanks!"
She was about to go back up but I just had to ask her. "Why exactly do you need the radio?" She giggled and said "First of all, what's a party without music? Second, I know Star's #1 least favorite song ever." I laughed. "And what's that?" "*snort* 'Friday'." "That's the worst song of all time." "I know, that's why I have these earplugs, want a pair?" Smart move (Y/N). "Sure, thanks.... Hey (Y/n)?" "What is it Kid?" "...close your eyes real quick, I have something for you." She smiled and obliged, closing her eyes. "No peeking (y/n)." "Hmmph. Fine." Laughing, I leaned over and pecked her cheek. Her smile grew wider and her eyes snapped open, and she hugged me, almost making me fall. "Woah! Calm down!" She giggled and hugged me tighter, blushing like crazy. "Heh, sorry Kid, it's just........ I-i didn't think you l-liked me back..." "Of course I do (y/n), wasn't it obvious?" She looked up at me and smiled, standing on her toes and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Not really." " And yet I let you sleep in my room~" Blushing, she looked around, checking to see if Star was in the room. "S-shut up........"
Le time skip brought to you by:SYMMETRY AND THE NUMBER 8!!!!!!!!
"Yahoo!!!" Star came sliding down the stairs on a sleeping bag, no,12 sleeping bags to be exact. (Y/n) looked at him curiously. "What are those for?" "I was thinking that everyone could spend the night, how 'bout it Kid?" I looked at (Y/n), making cupcakes, and she nodded. "Sure, but can't we just use the spare rooms?" Star laughed. "These aren't for sleeping, they're for racing down the stairs!" (Y/n) looked up and burnt her hand on the pan. "Ow! Star, no stair races, we know how crazy you get, so no!" That was the first time I heard (y/n) sound so harsh. "Aww, party pooper." She giggled. "I think you mean party planner." "Yeah whatever."
She walked over to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack, placing it on her hand. "You okay (y/n)? "Yeah I'm fine, I just burnt my hand a little, no biggie. K-Kid pay attention!"
I looked down to see the knife hovering over my hand. "Oh! Heh heh, thanks (y/n).... Hey Star, where's the cheese." "ILL NEVER TELL YOU!" (Y/n) looked up. "Kid, get your earplugs." "Okay, here's yours, good luck Star!" Star looked at us, confusion and fear written all over his face. "Heh heh heh, yeah. You're gonna love this Star~"