Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

F i v e

F i v e

A  S o c i a l  C i r c l e

Someone had been knocking on my door.

"I'm sorry, but if you look above my head there is a red alarm-" I paused once I gazed my eyes over to George, who couldn't help but smirk back once I'd been shouting the past sentence.

My friend passed through the door whilst I shut it in a huff. He was waiting for me to pause my game as I hopped onto my office chair and swiveled around. I guessed he thought: since I was his best friend: he could easily pass my shade and freely enter my personal space. It was likely, though, considering we had been sharing space since the start of university.

George yawned, "Can you do me a favour?"

"No." I simply replied, crossing my arms. There I looked back at his face, which pulled the most persuasive expression that I would always give in to. Groaning, I felt my face relax once I spoke, "If it's something where I'd have to get involved, I'm a bit busy at the moment."

I had zoned out quickly, noticing his dark lids under his eyes. George had leaned his body against the door frame, and his clothing seemed out of place. Creases were visible on his plaid shirt and I knew he had worn those jeans yesterday. And yesterday had a turn of events, including the editor's night out at the pub.

In conclusion, I raised an eyebrow: "Who was it?"

"Who was what?" His eyebrows furrowed. And after a couple of seconds, George had finally caught up once I spotted his annoyed face.

"Can you not 'Sherlock' me, [Y/N]! Why can't I easily go through one simple night stand without getting interrogated?" George hissed and I there I burst out chuckling.

I replied, "I'd say Craig, but he lacks the certain zest; but Tom on the other hand..."

"[Y/N]!" He growled and I waited for his anger to pass by. Feeling a little bit of guilt, I changed the subject back to the original. Luckily he had returned a passive persona and explained about having to monitor tonight's stream. 

He pleaded, "Why can't I got through one fucking night where you just don't know what I did."

"Because we're friends," I simply responded.

"Yeah, friends that are assholes."

"Good assholes...well not mine obviously, not when that happened."

It had been a week since I moved in, and majority of my interaction was either Sam, Martyn, George and Turps. In any case of wondering, George would gently shove me to greet another co-worker of ours. I knew he wanted to be a good friend, though I would always be sneaky enough to find something to dodge the bullet once more.

The only person I knew that did not dodge my introverted attitude was Kim: and I would never regret my encounter with the petite woman. A very bubbly and enthusiastic person, Kim was by means someone who knew how to work within an environment of other people. She liked to cook by noticing the cook book on her shelving area; Kim was Malaysian too due to the types of ingredients the cook book included.

There was also Hannah. She had the spite to clearly keep the men in this place at bay and take some serious pointers about working environments. I've heard multiple things from various people about her. Though it hadn't alarmed me. It wasn't too worrying for my involvement.

As a result, the more I deduced: the more how intriguing and individual the Yogscast members were. I guess that was why they found George and I  who seemed to fit their agenda.