Lost & Found (Googleplier x Reader)

Babysitting Isn't in the Job Description

"_____, it is time to wake up."

That soothing deep voice slowly pulls you from your slumber. Your eyes slowly flutter open. At first, your vision is blurred, but after a few blinks you can see clearly. Because it is so early, it is still dark out. With a groan, you stretch your arm outwards and turn on the light. Another groan escapes your lips as you sit up. The moment you do, you realize that the comforter is back on you.

"Google," you sigh, looking over at him. He was standing at the edge of your bed. "This comforter was for you to sit on. I want you to feel comfortable."

"As I stated last night, I can stand without feeling any discomfort. Besides, at approximately 1:45 a.m., you began to shiver. The room temperature had dropped to sixty-three degrees Fahrenheit. I realized that you wanted to be warm, which is the purpose of a comforter."

A small hint of pink forms on your cheeks. "Oh...well, thank you, Google. That was nice of you."

"You're welcome, ____."

Slinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you slowly stand up and stretch. Letting out a sigh, you turn and fix up your bed really quick. Google helps out by handing you the pillow that you had lent him last night. You thank him, take the pillow and set it where it needs to go. Once the bed was made, you grab your work 'uniform' (a pair of black Converse, black skinny jeans, a plain grey top, and your name tag) and head off into the bathroom to do your morning routine. Before you went in, you told Google that you would be a while and that you would be out at approximately five o'clock.

When five o'clock rolled around, you were dressed, your hair and makeup were done, and you were all freshened up. Opening up the bathroom door, you step back out into the bedroom and walk over to Google, who is still standing at the end of your bed. His eyes are glued to you as you make your way over to him. Standing in front of him, you can see the goosebumps on his arms. This surprised and intrigued you; you didn't know that the Google IRL's could feel temperature.

"Are you cold, Google?" You whisper, furrowing your brows as you look up at him.

"Chilly, but not cold." He responds.

"I didn't know you could feel temperature."

He gestures over to the nicely made bed. "That is how I knew you were cold."

Now you felt bad. Maybe you could get Sean to bring the blanket to work. Maybe you could even get him to bring a spare hoodie and/or jacket for Google, as well. This sparked a thought in your mind. Surely Google would need more clothes...right? You would hate to see him wear the same dirty clothes every day, and it wasn't like you had enough to go out and buy him a new wardrobe. The most you could do was getting him underwear and socks (because you sure weren't going to ask Sean for those). With that in mind, you decided to ask Sean if he could lend some clothes to Google. They appeared to be the same size, after all; maybe slightly off.

Heading over to the nightstand, you unplug your phone, and turn on the screen. Opening up the messages, you send Sean a text. It took him no time at all to reply.

You: Good morning, Sean! Ready for work?

Sean: Top of the mornin' to ya, lassie! Sure am! You?

You: Ready as I'm gonna be.... hey, I have two favors to ask.

Sean: What's up?

You: Could you bring that spare blanket I left at your place to work? Also, do you happen to have any clothes you wouldn't mind lending me?