Killua x Reader

Night Giggle

PART 2 OF WHY DON'T YOU CHOOSE SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE?!

NIGHT GIGGLE

Y/N's P.O.V.

I hadn't noticed, but a couple had jumped on Gon's truck, in the back. They seemed to be familiar with our dates, taking a drag as we sped away. Killua was tapping his foot to the beat of the music playing from the radio, bobbing his head while watching the road. Gon held the steering wheel, chatting with Mira.

She was giggling at whatever he said. It looked like she was desperate, so I knocked my elbow against hers, hoping she would get my wordless message. But she didn't, eyes playful.

"Who are they?" I asked Killua from the back, shifting closer so he could hear me, griping his seat. He shivered at the sound of my cool words, startled.

"Who?"

"The couple. In the cargo bed."

"Oh." He said, turning to face me. He was grinning, "Some friends."

"Hmmm...." I murmured mystifyingly. "How long until we get there?"

Killua glanced at Gon once before saying, "Two minutes. Two and a half, to be exact."

"Cant't wait." I reply sarcastically.

"Me either." My date copies me, pretending to be bored, but those dimples of his betray his act. Note to self: STOP LOOKING AT HIS DIMPLES

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"Nice, I can already smell madness!" A guy said next to Gon, a girl with purple hair beside him, hands burried in her jacket's pockets, looking ahead with an indecipherable expression. She felt my gaze, catching my eyes. I wanted to look away and it took all my strength not to.

She broke away from her boyfriend's side, walking in my direction. "If Brysen does anything to make you or your friend uncomfortable, just tell me."

"Brysen?" I repeat, getting a closer look at her. She had warm, brown eyes, clear and alert. Inviting.

"My boyfriend," her lips curved at the ends at the name, "Were you forced to come? You don't seem like the kind of girl to go out with our.... People."

Wait, what? "What do you mean?" I inquire,  furrowing my brows. Was I too much of a good girl for their taste? Was it visible? I tried not to make my irritation show.

She seemed to realize her mistake, blushing slightly through the dimness of the night. We were closer to the entrance now, loud music and a vocal voice spiting fire already at ear point. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm Faye and Bryson's the idiot I came with." She gestures toward her mate— he's talking with Killua, both smiling.

We enter the night club, neon lights flickering across each of our faces quickly, sweaty bodies losing themselves to the music, bouncing on their feet and whispering along.

"I'll get a table," Killua called, being taken by the crowd, brushing past.

"Who wants drinks?" Gon and Bryson questioned simultaneously, cracking grins fter they said it.

"Me, obviously." Faye grumbled, arms folded across her chest, behind her sweater their was a shirt that spelled some unrecognisable band name, the logo a skull with butterflies flying out of the eyes and chains surrounding the bone.

"Me, too." I said suddenly. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mira blink at me, incredulous. She followed our example, not wanting to be the only one who wouldn't drink. She refused to fall behind. Still.