Cringe Bound (Pyrocynical x reader)

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•••-= Pyrocynical POV =-•••
There in front of me is the girl who tried to roast me. At least she's older than all the other people who roast me on the internet. As I tell her who I am, the biggest fan of Foxy's ass, she covers her mouth to hide a laugh.
"I'm so proud mom!" She says sweetly. She looks a lot prettier than I thought. We walk and share laughs for the rest of the afternoon. Not like I had anything better to do.

••• time skip •••

"Do you wanna exchange numbers?" She asks as she pulls out her phone.
"Why not." I shrug and pull out my own, "But for the love of god, don't share it to my fans." I laugh and look up to see her smiling like retarded fag. I chuckle a little bit and then give her my number. She gives me hers and then go our separate way.
"Until next time you furrie faggot!" I hear her shout as she walks away.
"U-uh n-naxt time f-f-fag-got!" I fake stutter back. She starts laughing like a kid on crack. I'll take the long way back.

•••=- Reader POV -=•••

I have pryocynicals number. After we just met. Wow. Cliché much. I take the long way home, stopping at a game store before going to my apartment. As I am walking to my apartment I notice across the street, someone going into their home. I ignore it, thinking nothing of it and head into my own home.
I grab an apple from the counter, plop onto my bed, and think of ideas for my next video.
Nothing.
I go look at comments for ideas. Woah. I regret that.
Shipping comments, how pleasant.
I skip through that and see some requests. I take my two favorite and make one of those twitter voting things.
I plug my phone in and lay down staring up at the ceiling.
After about an hour I hear and feel my phone buzz. Waking me from my slumber. It's a text from pyro.
"Do you to hang out sometime?"
(A/n••• holy shit so cringy, just bear with me... It'll be over soon my sweet children.)
I open my eyes groggily, staring poorly into my phone. I respond light.
"Sure, where? When?"
"My house? Whenever you want I guess."
"Ok, tomorrow. Where do you live?"
Pyro gives me his address, which is right across the street, jeez.