Why Me? (Banana Bus Crew x Reader)

~Chapter 18- candlelight knives~

Marcel and I had played video games pretty much all night. It was constant fun for the both of us. One of us would crack a joke and the other would laugh or one of us would rage and the other would laugh. Since we had stayed up late, we had woken up late. It was around 12:30pm.
>>12:30pm

>>January 6, 2018

We had fallen asleep in the attic. I was sprawled out on the floor and Marcel was the same way on the opposite end of the floor. I got up and rubbed my head. Sleeping on the floor really had given me a headache, but it was also more than likely that playing video games until five in the morning had played a part as well.

I got up, slightly stumbling. It was like I had a hangover. I went downstairs to the kitchen and was met with Delirious. He was eating cereal and scrolling through his phone.

"Do you happen to know where John keeps his medicine?" I asked him. He looked up from his phone and nodded. He got up and went over to the cabinet above the sink, opening it.

He looked back over to me. "What do you need?"

"Tylenol," I replied. He searched for a bit but finally found it. He took the the bottle out and closed the cabinet, tossing the bottle to me. I caught it and took out my needed amount. I also got myself a glass of water, pouring one for Marcel as well and leaving the Tylenol next to it just Incase he had a headache too.

Instead of going back to what he was doing, Delirious thew away his cereal and put the bowl and spoon in the sink. He started walking away but I stopped him. I grabbed the sleeve of his blue jacket and he froze in his tracks.

"Where are you going?" I questioned.

He turned to look at me. "To sharpen knives for the heist."

"Can I join?" I questioned once more. All he did was nod and I removed my grip on his sleeve. We started walking down the hallway, the lights flickering from time to time. What was wrong with them? We made it to a room with weaponry inside. It was like the one back at the house, but smaller. It had few guns and knives. The knives were in small glass cases and the guns were lined on the wooden walls of the cabin.

I heard tiny trickles and looked out the window. It was raining fairly hard outside, causing me to remember when I was alone.

I remembered one night when I was alone on the streets, after my family was split up. I had nothing. No food, no water, and no place to live. I walked the rough streets of Los Santos just trying to survive with what I had. When it started raining, I was ecstatic. My hair and clothes may have gotten drenched, but I had clenched my thirst that day, making me hopeful that I would survive.

I was broken from my thoughts when the power went out. It went pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

I could hear Delirious say something. "Shit," he mumbled. I heard him shuffle and then a bright light made it easier to see again. "John said this might happen, so we need to go and get the candles from the attic," he told me.

He went out the door, with me following. We went tot he attic and opened the door once more. When we got up there, Delirious shined his flashlight around. Marcel was nowhere to be found. He walked over to the a corner that had a couple of boxes piled up. I hadn't even noticed those last night.

"Hold this for me," he instructed, and handed me his phone. I shone it onto the box that he was opening. He opened it and took out four candles. "Just hold my phone for now so I can carry these."

We started heading back to the weaponry room with the candles in hand. He set the candles down in different parts of the room, taking out a lighter from his pocket and lighting them up.

Once we could see again he went to a case and grabbed a knife. He pulled out a knife from the case and pulled up a chair from the corner of the room to start sharpening it.

"Can you hand me that bag over there?" he asked and pointed to a bag hanging on a hook. I  walked over and took it off of it. It felt pretty heavy. 'What's inside of this?' I thought. I walked over to Delirious and gave him the bag. He took out a sharpening stone and some leather. He set them on the glass case and got to work.

Meanwhile, I pulled a chair over to the opposite side of the glass case and watched him. I could tell he was really focused, even though he still had his mask on. His electric blue eyes studied the movements of the knife in the dim lighting of the candles.

But soon he started getting more and more aggressive. He ran the knife over the sharpening stone more roughly than before and the edge of the knife snapped in half.

He shot up from his seat. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. This was really weird. I had never seen Delirious this angry before. Usually if something bad happened to him, he would just laugh his crazy laugh and forget about it. Something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Del?" I asked. He looked at me and his eyes softened.

"I told you my real name and you still don't use it?" he chuckled. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Clearly, something is off so stop changing the topic, Jon," I retorted. He sighed.

"I'm just worried about our gang. What if something happens to one of us? This gang is my family. They're all I have," he confessed.

"I was thinking the same thing about Dylan yesterday," I stated. He looked down to the ground. "I know how you feel. Lost, Broken, Afraid," I consoled. He started to laugh.

It was normal at first but started to get crazier as he continued. He finished and said, "You know exactly how I feel." He stood up from his chair and threw the broken knife across the floor. He then came over to my side of the glass case and put his finger under my chin, lifting it up so his blue eyes could be met with my e/c ones.

"Thank you," was all he said before picking up one of the candles in the room and leaving.

'What the fuck just happened?' I thought.

~Delirious's POV~
I took one of the candles in the room before leaving. I cope with things in crazy ways. I just couldn't bare for her to see me like that. I mean, it's normal to get like that, right? I just wanted to be alone, but at the same time, I wanted to be with her. A lot. I went to the room that I shared with the guys. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. 'What's wrong with me?' I thought.

Just then (Y/N) opened the door. Did she seriously follow me? Why?

"You need to stop avoiding me. I just want to help," she said, walking into the room and closing the door behind her.

I sighed. "Why did you follow me? I don't need your help."

She looked away but then looked at me again. "Because...because you guys are like my new family," she confessed.

~(Y/N)'s POV~
It was true. They were like my new family. But there was one guy that made my heart race. One guy in particular that gave me butterflies every time I talk to him. Maybe, just maybe, Dylan was right. Maybe he likes me back too.