𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚆𝚎 & 𝙼𝙲𝚈𝚃 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Skeppy x reader P. 2

Literally wrote this at 2am, so sorry if it's crappy. It was also a bit rushed :L
Y/h/c= your hair colour

Y/n's P.O.V

I wake up to the golden rays of sun blinding me as I groggily sit up in my bed.

Today was Saturday, meaning that I have to be prepared to go to Zak's house later today.

Grappling my phone beside me, I see I have a new text message.

Sliding open my phone, I check my messages to see an unknown number at the top.

1(506) 281-2047

9:52am
Hey! It's me, Zak. Was wondering if picking you up at around 1 would be good?

'Oh it's Zak.' I think.

I look at the time to see its 11:39am at the moment.

'Yeah, I should have enough time to get ready for 1.' I think and text back.

11:40am
Hey Zak. Sorry for the late reply, but 1 sounds good to me :)

I press send before quickly making Zak a contact, closing my phone and ridding my bed sheets from my body.

Quickly going through my dresser, I pick out a casual outfit for the day.

Just some simple faded blue ripped jeans and an oversized plain black hoodie.

Throwing my hair into a simple ponytail, I nonchalantly make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning dear." smiles my mom as she cooks something on the stove.

"Hi." I say, taking a seat at one of the stools at the counter.

"I heard that you got a tutor for math." says my dad from the dinning room table, a coffee in his hand while he scrolls through something on his phone.

"Oh yeah...I'm uh, going over to his house today to study today." I say, my gaze lowering from embarrassment.

"His?" asks my mom.

"Yeah, but, don't get any ideas." I mumble.

"Well is he cute?" my mom asks, I could practically hear her smirk.

I roll my eyes, choosing to ignore her question and wait for lunch to be made.

{}{}{} Time Skip {}{}{}

"Y/n! Someone's at the door!" shouts my mom.

I grab my phone and school bag, which already had my binder and pencil case in it, before slipping on my nikes and rushing downstairs.

"Hey." calls Zak from the front doorway with a smile.

My heart jumps and my mind freezes at the sight of the raven-haired boy.

Time seems to slow down as my brain takes in every single detail and my eyes drink in the sight.

The way Zak's plain black T hugged his body in just the right way, not being too tight, just loose enough to leave your imagination run wild of what lied beneath the fabric, and his skinny jeans fitting him so perfectly, making me wish I had a view from behind, and not to mention the way how the sun is hitting his eyes in just the right way that they have a hint of gold in them and look softer.