Stephen X reader ( a lil bit memey )

21.

Stephen POV.

And that's when I realized...
I'm homeless.
Of course I have the money for a house.
It's fine.
Just get another one.
For a month me and Y/n started staying with Hosuh.
But I bought my own house.
It was nice.
Same size as the last one.
Y/n was still staying with hosuh.
...
This place has 2 rooms.
We have been dating for about
3 months.
...
I call Y/n.
"Hello..?" She says in a depressed tone.
"Listen." I say.
"If your not uncomfortable with this, you don't have to do it. I have my own place with 2 rooms. I have a stable job, and you being homeless breaks my heart." I say.
...

"are you asking me to move in?" She asks.
"Yes." I say.
"Oh. For how long?" I ask.
"Forever... I mean... shit. As long as you want." I say.
"Seriously?" She says. Way less depressed.
"Oh shit your not joking." She says.
"See you soon." I say.
Well that was easy.
She gets here.
After a week or so,
She's still really sad...
"What's wrong?" I say.
"That was my home. That's were I went to eat eggos. That's were I went to sleep. I brought Bapu home to THAT building. It's a pile of ash now." She says.
I can see she's trying to hold back her tears.
😕
"Me too. I feel the exact same way." I say.

A week later.

She's not as sad.
She's scrolling through her phone I see.
She gets a concerned look on her face.
"You look like you just saw some stuff." I say.
There's silence.
"Uhhh? Hello...?" I ask.
"That bitch is like 4 months pregnant." She says.
"What??" I say.
"Angela." She says.
She gives me a look saying:
I want to flip you off. But I love you. So I'm not gonna do that.
"That's close to the time you broke up with her." She says.
O h   S h i t.
👁👄👁
And that's when I realized I done fucked up.
"The baby is some other guys. Chill." She says.
"Oh okay." I say.
She laughs.
I feel like she has hated me a little bit more ever since the fire.
I dunno.
She just seems like she hates me....
Kind of.
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Y/n POV.

I get ready to go outside.
"Wait." Stephen says.
I look over to him.
My hand still on the door.
"Ever since the fire..."
he started.
"You kind of seem sad. Or mad. You kind of seem like you hate me." He says.
"I don't-" I try to say.
"What's going on? Is something wrong? Is something wrong with me?" He says.
"No! I'm jus-" I try to push out words.
Sigh.
"Just kind of sad. Depressed from this whole week." I say.
"Hm?" He says.
"You quit. Feigi is dead. My house burned down. I feel like Ann could've died." I say.
There is a moment of silence.
"I know. It's been.... depressing." He says.
"Not only that. I feel like you won't let me help you. I just want you to be happy. I WANT to help." I say.
There's more silence.
If he won't talk I'm out I guess.
I go outside.
I walk around.
Calm down.
And go back in.
"Um hey!" He says.
"We were kind of having a conversation!" He says.
"Are you gonna respond?" I ask.
"Sure. It's a lot to process." He says.
"I don't need help." He says.
"Your not letting me help you." I say.
"..." he pauses.
"I love you. I have since I met you! Which wasn't long ago. When I first met you I felt that you where a really kind, smart, person. I want to help you. Because I love you."
I say.

🌸 ok that was it. But hold on. Please don't leave yet.
I might have to redo the jay series.
If that's ok with you, tell me. If you have something against it, also tell me! I
Just realized it won't work out. Sooo. I love you! 🌸