Be Careful What You Wish For. [Maccready x Reader] *BEING EDITED*

Chapter Ten: Keep Calm

After fifteen minutes for searching for a place to eat to take it to go, I made it back to the hotel. I knock on the door and Fawkes opens it and lets me inside, I place the food and drinks on the broken dresser being careful not to move it so much and tip the thing over. It's good enough for it to be a table. I honestly don't know what I picked out, I zoned out and just agreed whatever they were serving. In the plastic container are some cooked meat covered in some kind of sauce-- it looks unappetizing but the smell makes my mouth water. I grab a bottle of purified water and pass it onto Fawkes, I take one of the food containers and open it-- getting hit in the face with the appetizing smell coming off of it. I stick my finger to grab a piece of meat and placing it into my mouth, the first few chews were god but then I had to continue to chew until it was safe to swallow. The taste was bland and rubbery. I don't know how the cooks managed to make the smell fantastic but the texture so awful, ugh. I shiver feeling goosebumps all over my arms. I reach for a water bottle opening the cap chugging it down to wash the aftertaste. 

After our dinner I sat on the couch with Fawkes, I take this time to check my pipboy while MacCready rests. He should be okay by himself-- we should get settled

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After dinner I sat on the couch with Fawkes, MacCready taking the entire bed...we don't have much of a choice. I made myself comfortable using Fawkes's arm as a headrest. I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep.

(Time Skip)

I jolt up awake, I breathed heavy...shit. I'm having fucked up nightmares again. I gotta let Eli go. I look towards the window, it was boarded up but some sunlight was shining through the cracks. It's probably morning or afternoon-- I don't know, if only this pipboy would work. I stretched my arms up and yawned..with all the movement I did, I woke up Fawkes. He coughs like an old man...a green..bald-- old man.I chuckled a bit. I look over to the bed, damn-- he's still passed out. I frowned-- I'm annoyed by this guy. He could have woken up and slept somewhere else. I helped out enough already. I grabbed my water from last night. There was enough for me to take a sip. It quenched my thirst. Theres still a little left. I threw the water on his face to wake him up. He jolt up--coughing aggressively.

(MacCready)- " What the hell?!" he coughs and wipes his face as he takes off his hat.

(Y/n)- " Oh good, you're awake."

(MacCready)- " Who the hell are you?" he groans trying to deal with a hangover. He rubs his eyes, he squints to look at me. Squinting isn't going to help your vision, maybe if you tilt your head and close your eyes-- you'd see me kick your ass out the door.

(Y/n)- "Shit-- you must still be drunk " I scoff placing my hand on my hip.

(MacCready)- " Ahhh-- you're that annoying kid. It's coming back to me now" he sits up and sits at the edge of the bed. He coughs so disgustingly-- like that cough that guys do when their about to spit out a loogie. That shit is gross...and-- he spits it on the floor. Well, now I know where not to step on. I swallow my saliva to try to keep myself from gagging.

(Y/n)- " Get bent. I did something nice and helped your ass. You're welcome"

(MacCready)- " Get--what? Hmph-- look, I didn't need your service, I was fine without you coming along."

(Y/n)- " You would have need to get your stomach pumped if I didn't cut you off"

(MacCready)- " Stop talking so loud! You're making it worse" he places his fingers on the temples of his head--rubbing them to calm his headache. That doesn't help, dude.

(Y/n)- " Alright, cool. Get out...jerk." I uttered that last part. He gets up and eyes Fawkes and I. He puts his hat on and walks out of the room. The door clicks and I look up to Fawkes.