Ending In Red (Grell X Reader)

Chapter Seven

You were bored. Grell had been out of town for the day. You decided to go see the next best person. Ronald. Not the best person to see, but hey, it worked. "Ronald, I'm stealing your food!" You said when you walked in. Ronald had been trying to get with you for a while, but it didn't bother you until now. "you're all too obvious, y/n. Maybe you should say something else, like 'honey, I'm home!" "Dude, Ronald I'm not here for that. I'm just bored and your the next best person to talk too."

Knowing Ronald, he was a little immature. Well, really immature. So he was fun to talk too, if he wasn't trying to rape your shoulders, that is.

"I think we'd be locked together." He pulled you in and kissed you. "Ronald, Jesus! If you can't understand me in words than I'll sing it for you!" (I seriously was going to put 'I LOVE JESUS DAMNIT!" there but for the sake of irony, I lowered the tone a bit)

"Why'm I always hit on by the boys I never like? I can see 'em coming from the left or from the right, I dont want to be priss I'm just tryna be polite, but it always seems to bite me in the, ask me for my number you put me on the spot, you think that we should hook up but I think that we should not,you had me a with hello, but you opened up your mouth, and that is when it started going south!

Take a hint! Take a hint! 'fore I punch you in the lips! Stop your staring at my HEY! Take a hint! Take a hint! No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell me what I think, I think you could use a mint! Take a hint! Take a hint!

I guess you still don't get so let's take it from the top, you ask me what my sign is but I told you it should stop, and if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped, you'd be here and I'd be on a yacht!

Get your hands of my hips! 'fore I punch you in the lips! Stop your staring at my HEY! Take a hint! Take a hint! No you can't buy me a drink let me tell you what I think, I think you could use a mint, take a hint! Take a hint!

What the crap do you not get, so go and tell your friends, I'm not really interested! It's about time that your leaving, I'm gonna count to three, and open up my eyes and you'll be gone!

Get you hand off my, 'fore I punch in the, stop your staring at my HEY! Take a hint! Take a hint! No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think, I think you could use a mint! Take a hint! Take a hint!"

And with that, you stormed out. Well sorta. Before you took two steps out the door you ran into someone. "Thats my y/n!" "Grell?" You looked back up, and, it was Grell. "Grell, you just killed me! How long have you been here?" You asked. "Long enough to hear you stand off Knox!" "Okay, let's go home, I'm tired."

"We need to go to the Undertaker first. We have to hide from William!" Grell said. "Again with the running and hiding Grell, even if he had his glasses off he could find us." But, no matter how hard you tried, Grell would run. And how all the reapers got here, you didn't question. So, taking your hand you ran to the undertakers shop. You and the Undertaker were known as 'llamas high on steroids' kind of relationship to other people. But you two could pass as patients in an asylum, seriously.

Like you did to anyone you know, you walked in and said your famous statements so people know its you. "I ATE ALL YOUR DOG BISCUITS!" That was a new one actually. "YOU DID WHAT!?!" was the first thing you heard from the undertaker. "Adrian, calm your shit geez, I'm just trying to make an entrance."

He calmed down a bit. When I say a bit, I mean it. He was still looking in his pantry making sure it didn't actually happen.

"You really are something, you know? Grell, we lost." "Lost what?" Grell sounded so helpless. "I'm standing right here, Sutcliff." William seemed to not be there, but he backed out of the corner and stood to face Grell. "Oh you have to be kidding me! I thought you wouldn't be able to find us.."