Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T w o

T w o

R e d  &  S c o t t i s h

It was the third day in our new apartment as well in a new city.

Bristol seemed to be a pleasant - and confusing - place. I knew London was difficult to adjust from the rolling countryside hills of Essex. I was always find myself stuck in East Central London majority of getting to work, and now I'm having the difficult of just going to the nearest corner shop just to buy eggs, bread and milk - all common cupboard essentials.

"George and his lack of instructions," I shook my head, trying to get my phone to actually direct me. 

Mocking my friend's voice out loud, I said: "'Oh all you have to do is take a couple of blocks down the road, take a right and there'll be a corner shop!' But no...George Kingston's definition of a couple of blocks is actually just round the corner of the flat."

I did manage to find myself in the aisle of my nearby corner shop after exasperating in relief and annoyance. The day wasn't exactly the most decent; it had been raining for the rest of the day - meaning a drenched coat and shoes.

Once I grabbed the supplies, payed for them and then walked back: I got to meet someone by accident. And by accident: I meant bumping into my flat neighbor walking back. It was simple gesture. We first apologized before exclaiming that we both lived on the same floor in the same flat.

"My name's Katie." She shook hands with mine, holding a very simple smile that I felt radiating off her face. By the looks and personality once we were talking, I soon to begin to like her.

I did what most people do, compliment them. "It must take a lot of dedication to maintain beautiful hair." My words were restricted and slightly regretful; my compliments were too detailed and slightly taken back by her. I confess I wasn't very good at first social meetings.

"Aw thank you," Katie blushed much like the colour of her hair. "Hey, it's kind of dreary today. Why don't you come round to mine and have some tea?" I decided to forget about how I even met Katie, leaving the bag of groceries inside my flat and then walking back out to hers.

I softly spoke:"He will be good for you for a long time." 

I froze at what I blurted out - punching myself inside my head for being too ignorant of my words and deducing the place. "I mean um...do you live with someone?"

"Um..." Well...this was awkward."Yeah, Chris: but he's at work even though it's Saturday." Katie shuffles a bit on the sofa. She offered my tea afterward, and I carefully sipped mine as we spoke about each other.

Katie then started to question more about myself. "So what do you do? I mean as a job..."

"Well," I tried to reach my eyes to hers, but it seemed to fail once I began to observing more of the place itself. It was a cure I drew to my own faults; I was stupid to allow myself to try but... "You're a gamer?" I raised an eyebrow.

There was a growing grin alongside an embarrassing blush on her cheeks. Katie said with a distinctive accent (Scottish by the sounds of it), " Yeah, are you?"

"Part time YouTuber," I faintly smiled. "All of my friends are."

"Want to try on Zelda for a bit?" Katie suggested. "I've been trying so hard to pass one of them, but I need someone to back me up."

I replied, "What about your boyfriend?"

"Busy playing games for a job much like you," Katie huffed. "So...are you up for some Zelda?"