Mentally Challenged (Wrench x Schizophrenic!Reader)

«Chapter 5 - Slowly but surely»

Like always, you went home slept until it was late into the day. It was completely normal on your part. A normal human being would be up at nine or eight to start the day. Not you.

Right now, you're in that mode where you're half asleep and half awake. Your head was trying to wined up for the day but the feeling of the softness of your bed made your body think otherwise. It was just like every morning. (This legit explains me) Your phone starts to vibrate on your bedside table and you crack open an eye to tiredly glare at the lit up screen. Closing your eye back to avoid the light from your window and phone screen, you pull the phone up to your ear and lay it there while slipping your cold arm back under the blanket.

"Who is this?" You mumble.

"Just your favorite guy in the world!" Wrench's voice chimes, sounding like he was hyped up about something.

You ignore his comment, rolling your eyes under your shut eyelids. "What time is it and why are you calling me, stalker?"

"It's past twelve. I've been up for over three hours trying to come up with something to make it up to you. Then it hit me," his voice breathes out like he couldn't hold his excitement in. "I figured it out! Now get out of your bed, because I know you're still sleeping, and come meet me at Gary's Games & Glory, mmkay?"

"I'm too lazy." You open your eyes and unroll a hand from under the blanket to rub the sleepiness away.

"Then can I come pick you up?" He asks in a joyful tone that made you want to gag. It was too early for his kind of crap to deal with. Somehow you liked it despite gagging.

"You already know where I live. Why are you asking me?" You shuffle out of the bed, holding the phone against your ear as you sluggishly head for your dresser to pick out clothes.

"Because if I show up without asking you would punch me again." He replies in a sarcastic sounding tone. You bet he probably rolled his eyes.

"Who you talking to? YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" Marcus' voice shouts in the background, followed by laughing at Wrench yelling something back at him.

"Marcus, you can go eat a bag of dic-" the other line hangs up.

You toss your phone onto your bed and mentally prepare yourself for the day to come. If Wrench and Marcus are involved, anything and everything can happen.

***

A knock on your parents' front door makes you spring from the couch and run over to the door where Wrench waited on the other side. You swing open the door and walk outside.

"Hello to you to." Wrench holds out his arms for a hug, one you reject by ducking under his held out arm.

"I'll hug you when I feel like it's worthy," you hold up a finger, sending him a smile.

"You wound me, (Y/n). That's okay. I'll get a hug sometime today." He holds up a finger just like you, his eyes turning into
'~ ^'. It only made your smile grow wider.

"We'll see. Now what did you have planned, oh great spike king?" You bow your head with clasped together hands.

If you can't beat him to a bloody pulp for hacking into your personal life, why not joke around and actually act like friends with him? He was great at getting your mind off of the depression. Plus, his personality it really cute and you can help but be drawn into his trap. A very sharp one filled with spikes and explosives.

"ScoutX competition." He slings an arm over your shoulder with his eyes switching to the usual eyes of '^ ^'.

"Against Marcus, Josh, and Sitara?" You question, cheeks pooling with a rosy pick at the contact.