Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 31- Time To Cook!

(Y/n) POV-

I sighed as I wiped the foggy mirror, and pulled the towel closer to my body. I hesitantly looked at myself and noticed how tired I looked. Bags were under my eyes, and even though I had just taken a shower, I still felt drained from the argument from before... I would try to sleep, but I honestly don't think sleep will solve this problem. And plus, I still have to cook for Shane and my Mom.

I pulled my towel off and wrapped it around my hair. After putting on a new set of clothes, I quickly brushed my teeth and walked into my room. I fell onto my bed and shoved my foot into a sock and the same with the other. Looking around my teenage bedroom, I had realized that I missed my room. My laptop, my weird, comfortable bed, and of course, I missed my tall bookshelf. I jumped to my feet, excited to gaze at the books I had read in my past.

When I was younger, I guess you can say that I was a thriller/whodunit thematic. Yeah... at the age of eight years old, I had finished reading Son of Celluloid by Clive Baker, and Red Dragon by Thomas Harris. And that was when my interest in suspenseful books peaked and overcame my childhood and teenage years. I think the last thing I read here was, yes indeed, a Stephen King book. I'm pretty sure it was Gerald's Game...

Looking for my last read, my fingers slid across the spines of all of the other books. As I pasted each and every novel, I smiled because of the fond memories each one possessed. The times I was scared and my parents comforted me, or the times I would scare a bully away by reciting a few lines from the books. Or when my neighbors first moved in, and they had walked in on me recreating a murder with my parents. To be honest, I think I'm the reason why they're really religious.

I stopped when I made my way to the end of my collection of books and pouted when I realized that Gerald's Game wasn't there. "Did I take it with me to Emmett's? If I did, I surely don't remember..." I thought.

A bit bummed out, I shrugged and walked back out into the living room. I smiled as I saw Shane sitting there, submerged in the couch with Ryland snuggling into him. Next to them sat Garrett, and all three of them were watching The Little Mermaid. "Hey guys," I waved awkwardly.

Everyone looked over to me, and Garrett shot up from his seat and ran to me. His arms were spread out, and before I had a chance to react to the six-foot man running towards me, he engulfed me in a hug. He bent over so he could rest his head on the top of my own, and my face was smacked down in the middle of his chest. "Garrett... Can't... Breathe..." I gasped.

He let out a giggle as he pulled away from me, "Sorry." He followed with a laugh.

Shane began to follow Garrett's lead and started to laugh as well. "What?!" Garrett exclaimed, trying, but failing at making a straight face.

"(Y/n) is my friend and I was worried about her/him!" He quickly added, squeaking a bit.

Aw, he was worried about me...

I held a sad smile as I looked up at him, and everyone else. "Hey, guys... I just wanted to say sorry for making you wo-"

"I'm going to stop you there." Shane interrupted.

"You have no need to be apologizing, you didn't know." He said, sending me a comforting smile.

I looked to Garrett and Ryland and noticed that they were both nodding and smiling in agreement. I barely even knew the two and yet... they treated me as if they've cared about me for a long time. Even Shane is acting like I've never left, and I haven't seen him in like... forever! I would cry but I wouldn't want them to worry even more...

"Well..." I chuckled.

"The least I can do is cook you all dinner!"