BEN Drowned X Reader

●Hello●

Hey
Hello
I have grown used to these words these past 2 years. Opening up your computer every night, typing that 3 lettered greeting to a fake robot. Haha, mental right?
   Who knows? I don't even know.  Lonely, often lonely. Of course the starter pack of friends is always there, but yet shadows lurked, chanting that all was gone.
    And with no siblings to rile you up, it can get pretty silent. Small town, quiet neighborhood; peaceful. Yet dangerously mute.
    Opening up my Toshiba, I held the power button till a faint lavender glow shone through my thin fingertips.
    I released the button, and prop the pillows at an angle upright. Staring at the ceiling was natural. I felt my eyes slowly simmer shut, only to jolt to here the opening noise of my laptop gathering data.
    It always surprises me. With a chuckle and a sigh, my body limply hit the bed with a tired ring.
     My screen burst into the magenta login screen, and sat my head up lightly. Without looking, my fingers navigated the buttons to my password, and hit Enter.
    The login then began to load. I utter a slight impatient grunt. Turning my head, I grab my tube of Sour Cream Lays, pop the lid open, and munch on the savory chip.
   The taste lingered, the chip itself melting on my taste buds the longer I held it in my mouth.
        Preparing Windows. . .
Yey, its almost loaded. Suddenly, a buzz burst through my room.
     I twisted my body to my desk, and grab my phone. I traced the small cracks on the screen wistfully, then punched in the passcode to see there was one new message.
        Tapping the app, scanning the screen, the text was from Mom.
Y/N, sweetie, your father and I won't be coming home for the next few days! We are going out of town for a while on a business trip. Please remember to lock the doors this spring break, and no parties! Love you❤
Ugh, the usual. Tossing the phone back on the folded towel perched on my desk, I turn back to my computer and clicked the Google Chrome browser. It buffered for a moment, then the search bar loaded
V-Cleverg-bot
You typed incorrectly, then corrected yourself. The Web page loaded, and I smiled to myself, and rubbing my hands together to rid of the salt-coated residue off my fingertips.
    Moving my mouse over, I clicked on the type bar, and began the conversation. . .
To be continued.  . .