Alone || Marshmello X Reader ||

~9~

A/N: Heyo! Okay, now it's the chapter. Are you ready to see Chris's plan unveil?! I SURE AM! Sorry, I got a little carried away. Happy Marshmello Monday. I'll see you guys at the end of the chapter.

(Y/n)'s POV

You finished your classes for the day and made your way back to your dorm where Cassidy was either sleeping or playing videogames. When you walked through the door, it was revealed to be her actually cooking dinner. "Oh hey! I'm making us some food if you don't mind waiting a little bit." Cassidy whisked her finger in the air as if she was a chef.

"Oh, actually... you remember Chris?" You asked rubbing the back of your neck with a hint of a blush coloring your face. She shook her head to say yes. "He invited me to go over to his house for dinner with one of his clients."

"Clients?" Cassidy exclaimed. She whirled around with a bewildered look on her face. Oh god, what did I just do? "How rich is this guy?!"

"How am I supposed to know this?" You threw your hands in the air helplessly.

"If this dude has clients then that must mean he's a lawyer! Or a manager!... Or a paper salesman." Cassidy said as she placed her index on her lips as she thought.

"A paper what?" You questioned confused.

"What?" She looked at you with a wide-eyed look. Okay, I thought she was weird before. She's even weirder now. "Anyhow, what is his profession?"

"He's in the music industry." You simply answered.

Cassidy flew to your side in an instant and grabbed your hands with her warm ones. "This could mean one of two things. He's the manager of a famous artist OR he's the famous artist. Which one is it?"

You slowly pulled your hands away from her with a nervous facial expression, "Uh, manager?"

"Awe man. I was hoping for the second one. Oh well!" Cassidy sighed with disappointment as she attended to her dinner. "Do you know who the client is?"

You stayed silent. Chris had asked for you not to tell anybody who the client is. Marshmello is obviously very famous. People could follow you to his house and then reveal his identity which then could result in a massive lawsuit and a worldwide commotion. Talk about no pressure. "Uh, I actually don't really know. He told me it's a surprise."

"Awe man. So when are you leaving?" Cassidy asked stirring the contents of whatever was in the pot.

"In about 30 minutes." You answered after checking your phone for the time.

"What?!" She whirled around as she did before. "Looking like that?!" She asked with extreme sass. You were wearing a simple black dress with a brown belt and a small handbag with light makeup. All you really could do was nod. "Come on, babe. We don't have much time."

Cassidy had pulled you into your room and sat you down on your bed. As she rummaged through your closet for a decent outfit you fiddled with the hem of your dress awkwardly. Once she was done, she had pulled out a pink short-cut overall dress with a black and white striped t-shirt. Cassidy had also pulled out a pair of white vans that had an outline of red. To finish off the clothing part, she hung a tiny vial with an Israel cactus and soil around your neck and placed pearl earrings that had an outline of gold in your ears.

Cassidy had respected your decision of having little makeup but she added a little more for color. A wing eyeliner and curled eyelashes had set the entire look together. "There! It's perfect." She applauded herself. When you looked in the mirror, your jaw dropped to the floor. For the first time in your eyes, you looked stunning!