Uncharted Love - A Phillipa Soo x Reader

Ch. 4

-Y/n's POV-

As I looked around, eyeing my suitcases filled to the brim with my clothes and necessities that I didn't want to buy in New York, I felt a tear trickle down the side of my face. I quickly wiped the tear away, hoping that Andy didn't see. Wait, why? How come I don't want Andy to see? There's no way I like him, right? If there is a god somewhere, why? Why do you enjoy watching me suffer? As I finished my silent plead, I noticed a familiar embrace that wasn't there before. How long had he been here? "그리고 난 당신이 알고 싶어, 당신은 좋은 아이를 할거야. 그들은 당신을 사랑합니다. 그들은 그것을 좋아할 것입니다. 하지만 제발 놓치지 마세요 항상 가장 불편한 시간에 전화하십시오. 아침에 두시에 전화했다는 알림을 받으면- (And I just want you to know, you're gonna do great kid. They're gonna love you. They're gonna love it. But please don't miss me. You always call at the most inconvenient times. If I get a notification that you called me at two in the morning-)" ah. The monologue. That's why. Maybe I should stop drowning him out. "괜찮아?(Okay?)" He finished. "Imma는 지금 완전히 정직합니다. 뭐라고 했어? 내가 완전히주의를 기울이지 않았기 때문입니다. (Imma be completely honest right now. Were you saying something? Because I completely wasn't paying attention.)" I asked. Andy heaved out a sigh dripping with disappointment. He playfully smacked my head. "예, 그래요 당신은 당신이 나의 놀라운 지혜의 말을 듣고 싶지 않다고 결정했기 때문에 나는 그것을 반복하지 않을 것입니다. (Yes, yes I was. Since you decided you didn't want to listen to my wonderful words of wisdom, I'm not gonna repeat them.)" "당신은 '지혜의 말씀'이 그로부터 나오는 어떤 것에 대한 올바른 용어라고 확신합니까? (Are you sure 'words of wisdom' is the right term for anything that comes out of that?)" I playfully bantered with fake disgust as I motioned to his mouth. "적어도 내 입에서 나오는 말이, (At least words sound decent coming out of of my mouth, compared to that,)" he mocked, copying my previous actions. "알았어 이제는 무례 했어, (Okay, now that was just rude,)" I whined "내 잘못이 진실이 아프지 않아, (Not my fault the truth hurts,)" he feigned. We each grabbed a suitcase, well, he grabbed one while I was forced into the unprecedented labor of getting the other two.

I mean, at least I have him to help. Some people only have themselves. I should just be grateful that he even came over in the first place. Maybe the only reason he still even talks to me is that he pities me. Yeah, that's probably it. He just pities me. I mean, if I was him, I would probably pity me too. But what if by some miracle, he doesn't pity me? What if he somehow knows about the thoughts racing through my mind at a thousand miles per hour right now? But if he doesn't pity me, does he hate me, but like he still wants to be nice? Ya know, like a good person. That would explain why he hasn't left me yet. What if the thought that he hates me, when in actuality he doesn't, at least not just yet, makes him hate me. Or maybe he doesn't hate me at all. Ya know, like maybe he actually enjoys my presence and being like my only friend. Ha, good joke. He definitely pities me. Let's be real here, he's only still my friend 'cus he knows that I suck at socializing and making friends. I mean, he's been my friend since we were just kids. And how many friends have I made since then? Oh, yeah, none. So it's settled? Yep, most definitely settled. He pities me. Ya know, what else explains why he's stuck with me through thick and thin? We both know that I am way undeserving of him. He's the perfect best friend, well only friend, that I could ever ask for. Me, on the other hand, I'm a total trainwreck. I snap at my therapist when I'm not tuning her out, my family is a complete fuck up. I don't even know how my siblings are doing. When was the last time I even tried talking to them? I should check up on them at some point. What if they hate me for taking so long to reach out to them though? Should I just let them live their lives in peace? Without me disturbing them? Ya know what, I'm just a shitty person in general. They definately dont want me to reach out to them. I would probably only cause them trouble. I don't understand why he hasn't left me. He could easily find a better friend than me, granted it's pretty hard to be worse than me.

My train of thought is quickly interrupted by a sudden jolt. I look around, taking in my unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? Last I remember, I was heading to the car, with Andy, to go to my new home. I feel my chest freeze, amd it feels as if my lungs were quickly filled to the brim with lead. The world starts spinning. My head is racing. I could be in trouble. All I know is that my senses are freaking out. When did I get here, and where the hell am I?