Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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Pippa decided to FaceTime me at four in the morning for some daft reason.

"Good morning my wonderful best friend," She screamed, causing me to scrunch my eyes as I tried to adjust my eyes from the darkness. With quick blinks, I finally spotted her familiar face through the screen.

I hissed: "Do you what time you called? It is only four here! Please give this woman some sleep!"

"Yes..." 

I groaned once I knew she was going to start explaining. "But I wanted to call why you haven't been at Yog Towers. I mean, you did move across the country to work with them?"

I blinked at her, finally noticing my familiar friend's face on the screen. She looked to be in the living room. But by the sports outfit she was wearing, Pippa must've gotten back from the gym. I replied: "How did you know I haven't been at the office yet?"

"Who else, my brother of course." Pippa Brindley shrugged. "Though, I'm waiting for an explanation [Y/N]."

I frowned, rubbing my eyes whilst with a yawn. "It's been taking more time than it should to set recording equipment at home. And then the computer company told me I have to start part time once I transfer. I mean, I know I can handle it: but it's just been harder I guess."

"You've been over working," Pippa tutted, her face relaxing. "You need to calm down; why don't you give some of the work to me? I don't mind."

I shook my head, saying that I just needed to adjust before I start my job with the Yogscast. Since I felt awake and knew I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to start the day early whilst talking with Pippa from half way across the world. Slipping a jumper on, I walked with my tablet to the kitchen.

Pippa spoke with crackling sounds from the speaker: "Has George been heading to the office?"

"Yeah," I yawned again, flicking the water filled kettle on. "If I tell you I'll go to the office today and record one video, can we please move on the subject." Glaring back, she grinned.

Pippa smiled and said, "That's great! Because I wanted to tell you again another thing as to why I called you."

She began talking about how she and Jordan - her fiancé - bought a new house up by the Hollywood Hills. This caused me to raise an eyebrow at the sudden thought. I couldn't imagine Pippa Brindley - British born girl - to be living at a five million dollar 'house'.

"Do I get a room?" I sarcastically smirked. "I know you're both getting married, and I definitely want a room where I'm very much on the other side of the house from you two..."

Pippa protested; I laughed between sips of tea as I watched her go red. "Hey! It's...it's not like that! You know our relationships...you know: professional."

"Oh, I know," I solemnly smiled, before giving her a wink. I sat on the sofa and decided to grab planner from the coffee table, beginning to flick to a clean page to jot some ideas for some videos. "Perfectly professional...if you count banging your coworker that is."

"Fuck off," Pippa rolled her eyes but I sent her a smile back. 

We changed our subject and focused on our work planning for videos and games. It was around an hour that Pippa had to leave to cook whilst I was planning on getting more of my equipment prepared before leaving with George to Yog Towers.

After having a sip of tea and a plate of biscuits, I began unboxing my camera, hard drives and headsets. I decided to bring one box out of the three with at least the right essentials. Just as I finished, I noticed a silhouette entering the room.