Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T w e n t y

T w e n t y

U n c l e 

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Translations will be on the Author's Note After the Chapter

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That particular Saturday - four days before the Charity Ball - was tomorrow, when I sat in the common room for my break.

And it had arrived sooner as I expected.

Martyn and I had already got our presents sorted, Pippa and Jordan were spending a lovely summer Christmas in California and I have finally found the person with my other ticket as my 'plus one' for the night.

"Oh my god!" Trott chuckled as we conversed in the common room. He had been tossing a bag of Doritos crisps with Smith whilst Ross was finishing with the editing. By the computers, Sjin was on his phone whilst Caff and Hannah were trying to sort of recording schedules.

Trott then said, "You picked Turps. As your plus one?"

I raised an eyebrow and flicked the Pokeball in my phone, aiming it as if it was going to hit the man. "Well he is the CEO of the company," Shrugging my shoulders, I wanted to glare back but rather bit the thought back.

Smith on the other was rather careless, and said whilst he caught the packet of crisps: "Aw, [Y/N]'s going to be alright. Turps' is going to be great at being professional." 

My face morphed into a knowing look before returning my focus back onto my phone.

"If I had gone - not that I wanted to - I would shit my pants with all the geniuses in the room!"

"I assure you," I drawled out and looked at Smith. "Not everyone who'll be there: aren't going to talk about quantum mechanics."

He hummed in disbelief.

Though I explained, "It's all business men and company officials. The Prime Minister is going to be there as well if you want to know."

Trott whistled and then opened the crisp packet at last for my relief and Smith gaped back and flipped him off. 

"Wait, the Queen is coming?" Smith's eyebrows raised and he laughed manically to my slight confusion.

"I don't think so," I answered. "It's not really that important to have the Queen there. But possibly Prince Charles or Harry will be there. It's mostly science stuff."

Smith snorted, "Sciency stuff which you head produced and made. And it fucking works as well. Why not accept the credit?"

"Who said the Queen?" All our heads turned, who saw Sjin grinning. My mind then clicked at what he said.

Trott whistled, "Fucking Queen Elsa am I right?"

"Know, Whale Lords." Sjin simply answered.

I burst out laughing and sooner or later, whilst Sjin was trying not to disturb Caff and Hannah. "Oh my god! If Lewis went, he is not going to call her the 'c' word." I replied.

"Fuck," Smith laughed along. "Did he say that in a video? He called the Queen the 'c' word?"

Trott was the only one confused, well...pretending to look innocence which I grinned back in appreciation. The man loved to fool anyone. He then asked in a quiet high pitched voice: "What is the 'c' word?"

"Charles."

"Country."

"Charity."

Smith got up, patted my shoulder as I carried on drying my eyes. "Okay, I'm heading back before-" He hitched a laugh. "Before [Y/N] died from a heart attack or an execution. Good luck."