Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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"[Y/N]!" Katie exasperated and I raised an eyebrow at her panting once she caught up to me.

Even though it was usually a quiet neighbourhood, our hallway was considered to be the loudest. Lots of footsteps stomping, drunk slurs (curtesy of George) and the constant shouting of mine and Katie's rage at video games.

When I woke up, however, telling Katie that I was heading to work on the Tuesday morning: she had asked to come along on the way so she wouldn't be alone to walk down to the office. I appreciated it and I agreed to come and knock at her door once I was up and ready. Turns out, getting up and ready by half past eight was considered to be the 'nightmare time' of the morning.

I asked with slight amusement, "You alright there?"

The ombré-haired woman huffed as she said, "What...what time do you usually get up? It's only eight thirty in the morning."

"It's not so bad," I shrugged, "I have to wake up to record with some friends of mine abroad."

Katie grinned: "They must love it whenever you rage."

I groaned, "It's so irritating, but I have to, in all honesty."

The topic was brushed off when we exited the complex and began our way to Yog Towers. Katie had mentioned that Trott was usually up by this time, however, he'd been constantly editing Trials Fusion last night.

As for George - which I mentioned to her - he was sleeping in since Jordan and Nick had nagged him to record at two in the morning. The three were struggling nowadays to try and get a recording done, but since their personal matters had gotten into their hands: none of them had edited.

"George has been editing last night's recording." My lips thinned to a line; there was a strong distaste of the thought since I knew it wasn't healthy for my best friend to have stayed until three in the morning. "I know I should be a good friend, but I worry that he's overworking."  huffed.

All Katie could do was almost stifle a laugh, which caused me to pause in the middle of the pavement in suspicion. She then said, "Overworking? Don't you even think about yourself?"

I raised the pitch of my voice. "No..."

"[Y/N], you literally do four jobs whilst juggling social life." Katie smiled. "Not only you work at the office, you fix people's softwares and servers and do extras during the night."

I stuttered, "But...that's all the same things: engineering and content creating."

"I heard you play the cello last Sunday," She simply spoke, and that was when I knew to shut myself up before she could retort even more. "I don't think that involves computers or video games."

The more I slowly warmed up to the woman, the more comfortable I've been able to talk to her in some topics I didn't usually spoke about to anyone but George. Even Pippa, Georgia, Lola and Georgia knew some of the secret I held. Some of the secrets were not as important, but there was always the hidden parts that I dug and buried right in the back of my mind for over a decade.

My conscience would constantly nag me, that eventually: someone will pry enough to notice it. Luckily, Katie Morrison was not the one and gladly not the day I will break down at her feet. After all, it was just a walk down to Yog Towers; there was nothing to be nervous after the two weeks spent there. The worse thing that could happen was the kettle broken or another infamous Nerf war that the floor below I recorded had once initiated.