Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 18

*Tasha's P.O.V*

Once I came back into the house, we settled down onto the now cold couch and watched what was on TV. Sooner or later, (Y/N) got up to cook us some lunch. I got up as well and went over to help.

"You need a extra hand?" I slided into the kitchen, making her laugh.

"You're too nice." She said.

"I beg to differ. I just like cooking."

"Well, if you say so. Two things, I bet you a thousand that the food is decaying inside the fridge," She started.

"And two, if that's the case, we need to go shopping. Wanna help me get all this trash out of the fridge?" Instantly, my cleaning instinct came in. I kid you not, can not stand a messy place. Especially a kitchen because like I said, I enjoy cooking.

"Get me a face mask and gloves." I said and prepared my ass for the abomination in the refrigerator. (Y/N) handed the requested items and I put them on.

"Be careful child. Shit like this could make you pass out." (Y/N) back away with a chuckle and I pulled on the handles.

As I predicted, the fridge smelled like ass, and the smell traveled all the way to the living room, where I got Mark's, Bob's and Mandy's reaction to the smell. I laughed.

"Tasha, close that!!" Mark yelled as he covered his nose and mouth. The couple gave me similar statement and they covered their mouth and nose.

Immediately, (Y/N) and I went to work, removing any unwanted and stale foods. Unfortunately, we had to throw out some containers as well. A few minutes later, we finshed up and sprayed down the house with Fabreeze.

"You guys done?" Bob asked.

"Yes. You guys are such children. Did you expect us to throw away the whole fridge?" I repiled and placed my hand on my hip. Everyone laughed, which was the general reaction I wanted.

"Anways," I pulled down the face mask.

"Are you going?" I turned and asked the (H/C) haired girl. She nodded.

"So, we're going out. Please don't mess this house up." I said and put on our shoes. Since neither (Y/N) or I know how to drive, we took our sweet time, walking down to the bus stop.

"We're 20. Why don't we know how to drive?" She asked, placing her finger on her chin.

"Cause why not, (Y/N)? And plus, we'll be reckless drivers." We laughed. After a short bus ride, we were at the mall, entering the grocery store.

"Now, I take one cart, you take another. We have 30 seconds to grab any items we need to create the best dish you've ever made in your life." (Y/N) said. "You in?"

"Wait, when the hell did you think of this? How?"

"On the bus." She chuckled. "You ready?" I nodded, griping the bar of the shopping cart tightly.

"GO!!" We yelled in sync and went rushing down the store. I went, drifting into the grain isle and met (Y/N) on the other side and laughed.

We both came up and tried to get rice, but there was a old woman in front of the both of us. I kissed my teeth and took a bag of pasta.

I rushed to the organic isle with all the fruits and vegetables and grabbed some parsley and garlic.

Lastly, I went over and took salt, pepper and olive oil. (Y/N) and I met up at the cashier, panting like dogs. I looked into her cart and it was full. Mine, not so much.

"What the hell are you making?" I asked and she chuckled.

"I'm making food. That's all you need to know." She repiled. Then, I heard a little voice from my right side. I knew it was a stranger's conversation and I shouldn't enter, but then I heard something about (Y/N) in it. And you know damn well, that if someone has something with my friends, I instantly go off.