Sometimes, I Wonder Why I'm Even With You. (Dan Howell x Reader)

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(655 Words)

ProGamerInc

(Y/N) laughed nervously as she placed her computer case down, opening it to reveal an orange-juice encrusted computer. 

Dan, slightly taken aback by the fact that a lead programmer was coming to him for this-

Orange Juice of a mess

Sighing, he gently took the computer and scanned his eyes around it, admiring every side. Staring at the charging port for a moment, then opening it to reveal orange-coloured gunk on the sides of the Personal Computer. He stared at the screen, seeing it fried and lifeless. Almost as if a soul was in the computer prior, and it had gotten he life sucked out of it.

He shook his head and placed the computer down. (Y/N) Rolled her eyes, sighing softly to herself. 

"Can You fix it...at all?" she put her hands on her hips, staring at dan with a slight smirked up smile. Dan laughed softly, bending down onto his knees and opening up the glass case beneath him. He took out a bottle of Windex and a small (slightly dirty) cloth.

"I can Try-" He sprayed the cloth before wiping down the computer with his bony, put pale fingers. He took his time- trying to find every spot on the computer that had touched the orange juice goop. Once he had cleaned it, he nodded to himself. 

"That's the best we are going to get for now" He put the bottle and rag away, Fixing them up in the neat case. 

"The best we are going to get?" She grumbled softly, staring at her broken computer. 

"Yeah. Because the insides of it are fried...That thing is not gonna work for a lonnngg time." He looked around in the glass case, before taking out an older computer, it was very vintage...looking.

Because it was a typewriter. The dusty, and old keys were slightly rusted. The machine was heavy, but he placed it on the table quickly, trying his hardest not to drop it on his feet.

(Y/N) scoffed, dumbfounded by this  m a n  actually trying to sell this to her. Impossible! Why would he do this? That's because well- he was trying his best to help the one customer he had seen in 8 weeks. He looked up at her, laughing sarcastically. 

"This is all I have, Take it or leave it..." He glanced at her lanyard, staring at the name. 

"Ms.(L/N)"

She took off her lanyard and shoved it into the pocket of her navy coat. Staring at him with an almost shocked expression, she crossed her arms. 

"Well, you don't need to ya know..give me anything from the 21st century...not like it matters." She laughed with him for a moment before glaring at him with a annoyed expression.

"Well then, Ms.(L/N) I can't help ya there, see...this a VINTAGE computer store." He smiled sarcastically at her before turning around to enter the back room of the shop, she stared at him with slight anger in her (E/C) Eyes. 

She waited around 5 minutes before Dan came popping back in, now with a small nametag on his grey shirt, and a large bowl of uncooked rice. 

"Where in gods name did you get that.." she looked at his nametag, her eyes glazed over it for a moment. "Daniel"

"Theirs a Chinese restaurant around the corner. They throw their garbage in our can all the fucking time- they throw out TONS of just...white rice." He shook his head slightly before placing down the bowl on the counter. 

"Now...We have to put your computer in this." He delicately took (Y/N)'s computer and dropped it into the batch of rice.

"Wait is that cooked?" (Y/N)  quickly looked up at him.

"Uh..No?" He laughed nervously, before looking at the greasy bowl. He now saw the green beans and root veggies that were covered in grease goop, now frying (Y/N)s computer even more.

"You.."

"Oh my god-"

And with that, (Y/N) swiftly whacked Daniel Howell on the cheek with her marked hand, The room burst with the colour grey.