Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

S i x

S i x

S a t u r d a y  L u n c h e s

The Saturday started when I woke up at five in the morning, tip-toeing across the hallway and get some breakfast in the kitchen. I passed George's room, spotting the man snoring loudly with his mouth hung out like a gaping fish. His legs were dangling from the side, exposed from the cold with an arm around another.

Tom's arm.

I had expected from my best friend that he'd stopped his quick night stands after a while, but as I paused now - I knew George had somehow broke the cycle. He'd found someone to actually go the long way round a relationship.

With a faint smile, I ambled off again, focusing on getting ready for today's boring events: which was work. Whilst I wasn't producing YouTube content and Twitch streams during the weekdays, weekends and Mondays consisted of working in the engineering company I was hired to - constantly managing projects and finalising if they were correct with no faults.

Biting into my toast, my hands gazed over the iPad propped up by the mason jars of cereal. I opened up to check on the news and emails I was receiving. It did not take long then, as I was already shoving my black leather shoes on with my back pack pushing me towards the ground.

By the time, I was heading for the door: George poked out of his door. He groggily said, "What time is it?"

"Six forty," I read from the black clock hanging from the wall. With a raised eyebrow, I suppressed the witty remark my best would seem pissed off about. "See you this afternoon; and don't stay in bed too long," I added and George rolled his eyes back before I could exit our apartment.

Once the door shut closed, there was an eery sound lingering the corridor. My eyes darted the emptiness before I trudged out of the complex. The bike shed was across the car park, resided against the red brick wall. With heels clicking, I walked over to unlock my bicycle from the metal bar and continued to place my helmet back on.

It was twenty minute cycle to the building, but five of those minutes was struggling to find a place to lock my bike within the building surroundings. My hair was slightly ruffled from the wind, but once I patted it down: the receptionist at least didn't seem to judge it by her usual disapproving looks.

"Morning, [Y/N]." The usual passerby would say, and I politely replied the same, smiling. After they would pass, I would come back to a solemn expression, holding back the fake happiness I'll often account on. That's what majority of people wanted, and sometimes needed: just an approving smile to let them know you're alright. I just went along with it, seemingly as I knew that other emotions would make them uncomfortable.

By the time I got to my desk, my hand brought itself up to my cheeks - shutting my eyes to take another breather. Then, I started on logging myself onto the computer. There were already piles of contracts and projects on my desk, curtesy of my manager.

So that was what I did whilst the slow desktop loaded. By the time I opened my emails, I was internally groaning at the amount they had given me. I only worked part time, why are they giving me so much responsibility?

My manager had poked their head over my designated place, interfering me when I was just about to finish for lunch. "Hello, [Y/N]. Had a good week?"  They asked me.

With a huff, I replied: "It was...productive. What brings you here."

"Tired and hardworking as always, [Y/SN]?" They laughed, setting down a pat on my shoulder blade before my feet swivelled my chair round. 

Luckily, my manager maneuvered back to the subject. "Oh yes, the new extension has been planned over at Los Angeles. Since the approval has been announced, the company wants some senior technicians to begin with planning the overall control and server rooms."