Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T e n

T e n

E m o t i o n s - N o t  m y  F o r t e

George and I were having a movie marathon on Sunday evening, having it the only day of the weekend to be free from work and the outside world. Sometimes I treasured what was left of the peace the two of just had; it would never top off the incredible trips or days we counted but it would always be worth it.

With a curse hissing from his lips, I looked in bemusement once he began flicking his wrist in pain. There was annoyance plastered all over George's face, but I remembered to always look to his eyes. I've known him for so long that even his lies were clearly obvious.

His cooking skills were not as obvious though.

Tom saw through the white lie that my best friend smoothly gone over when George invited him over for dinner a few weeks back. It was the first time they had a homely date, so in result I got kicked out of the house.

Nevertheless, Katie and I had to help him with the cooking even though neither of us were professional chefs.

George's meal was a literal burnt crisp, though once I tried it with a bite: it wasn't completely burnt or hard. "I can see why you lied to Tom," I smirked and he stuck his tongue out childishly.

"Shut up." He huffed. "At least it isn't burnt into crisp like the uni days."

And I added, "Since then we've resulted to take aways and junk food until we graduated."

"You barely even eat at all, anyways!" George hopped over with his plate, scooting over on the sofa as we prepared for a movie.

I grabbed the controller on the coffee table, turning on Netflix with my feet propped onto the side of the sofa. "I do..." I protested, but then mumbled back that it was only once in a while.

Back when it had been our uni days, George told me that I had a bad habit of not eating the proper meals during the days. Sometimes I would've skipped the three important meals and subtly ate a sandwich if I needed it.

Nevertheless, I continued my search for a Marvel movie to begin. George had in mind to start from the beginning. So for the first twenty minutes: most of the screen caps were the face of Robert Downey Jr.

I had my throw on my legs, letting the cool air linger through my arms and face. My phone was on the coffee table as well as the stack of work papers my manager had given me. Apparently one of the secretaries got fired yesterday, and they needed my approval on interviews for the placement.

Though my best friend clearly slapped the papers this morning and I hadn't touched it since.

"Can't believe it's been eight years since this movie came out." George spoke quietly, and I glanced to his side - he had his iPad on his lap on Safari.

I replied, "Civil War will be great this year."

"Maybe Tom would come watch it with me," There was clear hope in his words and I nodded - half way meeting his understanding. 

I tried most of the time to know what George would feel and his emotions towards any actions, but no matter what: he was very much a blur to understand. Unlike his brain, his heart was completely the opposite. His grin showed cockiness and sarcasm, though there was a chance that it meant more on hope and happiness.