"OH MAH GOSH, JEREMY!!! WATCH OUT!" I yelled as a white and black animatronic tried to jump on Jeremy. He quickly dodged it with his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
"T-that," he gasped, "was a c-close o-one."
Ten minutes later, we finally finished our first night. "Yay!" I childishly shouted, bursting with new-found energy. I jumped up and hugged Jeremy, and he blushed and patted my back awkwardly. We broke the hug and took a step away from each other.
"U-um, thanks f-for w-warning me there, Y-Y/N." He continued blushing and sputtering his thanks.
"Nah, it's okay, bro. Just be a little more careful next time, eh?" I said. He nodded reverently and ((A/N: yes, more, you crazy fangirls)) CONTINUED blushing. "Whoa! You are literally turning into a tomato, dude!" I yelled in astonishment. Unfortunately, this statement made him blush even more. He ducked his head, trying to hide his adorable--wait, what? adorable?--face with his long, brown bangs. His emerald green eyes averted themselves from my face and looked at the ground. "What's wrong?" I asked, my big E/C eyes widening even larger than what is supposed to be scientifically possible.
"N-nothing! U-um, hey. Y-Y/N? Um, w-would you like t-to hang out with m-me some time? I-I mean, like, w-with my f-friends and m-me," he blabbed. "There are m-more night g-guards other th-than you a-and m-me, and I-I became f-friends with th-them. Their n-names are M-Mike, Fritz, Ph-Phone Guy, and V-Vincent."
"S-sure!" I nervously and happily stuttered. "I would love to! When's the best time for you?" He suggested that we should all meet up at Sambo's Cafe. "Okay, Jeremy. I'll meet you guys there in about an hour and a half, m'kay?" I picked up a sticky note and grabbed a pen from my satchel. "Okay, here is my number...and address," I mumbled while writing my phone number and address on the note. I stuck it on his forehead and pointed a finger at him. "That is so you won't forget and leave me to hang out with myself." I narrowed my eyes and backed away, my finger still pointing at his face, into the shadows. "I hope he doesn't see me here," I thought.
"Y-Ya know, I c-can still s-see y-you," he said. I squealed and ran towards the exit. He softly chuckled at my oh-so-high maturity levels.
I jumped into my car and started driving to my house. "Oh my goodness," I thought, "What am I going to wear? Probably something that isn't sitting on the floor and stinks like a wet dog..." I pulled into the driveway of my house, turned off the car, and started walking towards the royal blue door.
"BOO!" Hannah, my 27-year-old autistic sister, screamed. I shrieked girlishly and jumped about a foot into the air. ((A/N: Um, so. If you don't have a sister with this age, disease, and/or name, just PRETEND! USE DAT *best Starfire imitation evah~* IMAGINATION! Also, her name is whateva I say it iz. So NAH! Ok. ON WIT DA STOREH!!)) Hannah giggled evilly and started pushing me into the house.
"Auntie C wants to talk to you. She is M-A-D!" she explained chirpily. I stumbled into the house and sighed. Like every time I stepped into this wretched house, I had a terrible sinking feeling that something bad was going go down.
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Jeremy x (Female) Reader
Hayran KurguY/N was just looking for a job after she kicked herself out of her only home. Little did she know, she would not only find a job but love too... I know sucky description I know... At least I tried. As you can see, this is a work in progress. I'm tr...