Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

S e v e n t e e n

S e v e n t e e n

T h e S t a r t o f t h e F a l l

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The month passed slowly, ignoring the screams that only escaped in whispers and the shattering of lives heard as dust - the world was voiceless, empty and distracted.

So instead: George and I kept the mist, hiding the truth by a facade that not even your closest friend could discover. I could sense the faint smile and falter of the words that flows out his lips; all of them were doubted and it was a cut to my chest.

I didn't expect the feeling to damage the scars I still bared, let alone open them.

And it's been a while since I felt the plummeting drop in my chest, the erratic breathing and the constant darting for the nearest door.

To my head, I knew immediately the return of my conditions. Pippa and Georgia spotted it easily, always asking if I slept enough every night and even letting themselves do the editing instead. My engineering manager was not too sympathetic, always eager to make me present the current work on the international project. Their eyes always onto my back no matter how much I tried to look back at the opposite wall.

Despite trying to maintain eye contact, I could always sense Miss Matthews gazing back - with a smile that could make me shiver at her cold eyes. Even talking about her during a livestream with Lewis, I wanted to change the entire subject completely whilst playing a game of Hearthstone.

"No, no, no." I solved it by speaking in a nervous tone. "Lewis and I are just friends. Plus let's be honest. You're still stiff for Smith."

Lewis laughed, "Well...he is pretty hot for a man. A rare breed if you would."

"How about Trout?" I raised my eyebrows and his playful smack on my arm hinted that he was not intending to go on. In fact, Lewis changed it entirely and focused on the games we've liked throughout the year.

I carried on playing with him during his livestream slots for the sake of sanity. And it was the only time that I could be a little less lonely when I was around Lewis. Yes: he knew that George and I haven't gotten along and only recorded together when needed. And yes: I was shocked he was being honest for being there for me.

"I haven't met you long enough," I frowned whilst I placed another card to play. My incredulous gaze began to concern him.

Lewis' face changed, almost hiding any expression - and maybe forcing back one. He only mumbled, "Well, you've almost seemed to be a great person to talk to."

"Almost?" I smirked.

"You're right at the top with Sips," He grinned, and I mocked with a gasp and sent him falling back onto his chair in laughter.

I cried back, "I thought you would put me way after him!" My pout became prominent and he continued to suppress any cackles. "You big dum dum!"

"Now you sound like him," He pointed. "Doesn't suit you. You're better more of with the sarcasm and honest answers."

With folded arms, I defeated the opponent and folded my arms, pulling back my hair uncomfortably. "Uh...thank you?

What I had not expected was once Steve turned off the stream, I then glanced to my right and saw his pained face. But it almost left by the time I told him I was heading home. Both of us hadn't said a word after, but I thanked him enough to know why. George hasn't been talking to me at all the past two weeks so I left the flat for a while.