Newt x reader

Chapter Four

Uh you're such a coward. Instead of facing your neverending crush, who apparently has a crush on you, you went home, the place you avoid.

But today your father is at work, one of the few occasions when he's not happy with his alcohol collection, slipping into your room, you lock the door for when he comes home, which you have no idea when that'll be.

Sitting on your bed you proceed to do your homework, but you fail, miserably. All you can think about is Newt, and soon his name is doodled on your math homework. Blushing, even though there is no one around to see it, you erase it quickly, creating a red streak across your paper. In frustration, you scrub harder, accomplishing nothing but creating a hole in your paper. Wonderful.

Putting your homework aside, since you're obviously not getting much done at the moment, you grab a notebook sitting on your desk. Opening to the first blank page, you begin to write. Anything and everything, and soon you realize Newt's name has been written about thirty times.

Slamming the notebook closed, you put it back, cause that's not accomplishing anything either. Okay then.

Looking around your room for something else to do, you pretty much come up empty handed. So you try with the homework again, since that's the only thing that HAS to be done.

Almost an hour later you finish, and your father comes home. In a hurry, you push your desk in front of the door, just in case.

Soon he comes and knocks on your door, sounding extremely calm.

"I brought home dinner (y/n)! Come and eat!" He sounds very sober, and maybe a little happy, not really wanting to chance it, but knowing it'll be worse if you don't you move the desk away and click the lock and swing the door open, expecting the worst. He's not even standing there.

You walk to the kitchen and find some take out Chinese food on the table, and your father is getting out plates. What?

"Hey (y/n)! How was your day?"

"Fine.... How was yours?" You tentatively ask as you sit down in front of real food.

"Good... Good." He says, as he cracks open a beer. Well then nothing has changed.