BTT x Reader | BloodXLust

Chapter One Hundred & Thirty One | TrioXTown

"Toni!" I shouted loudly from my bathroom , and I heard the kitchen fall apart as he scrambled upstairs and knocked my bathroom door off its hinges.

He stood there like a deer in headlights, realized I was okay, and moved the door aside like he hadn't just broken it.

"Uh..."

"Que?" He asked, looking a little frantic still.

"I need you to make me really happy," I said quickly, and he stared for a minute then smirked.

"Okay, Chica, anything for you-"

I put my hand over his mouth when he leaned in and exasperatedly explained, "no, your empathy power. I need to feel super happy."

"Hm? Oh no! Are you sad, what can I do, Chica if you're unwell then-"

I had to stop his spazzed questions again.

"Toni, I'm fine. I just need like a confident boost of happy energy for the day."

He slowly took my hand away from his mouth, kissed the back of it, and stood with his back straight thinking for a minute.

"I can try, ...but is this about Greta? Did Francis make you feel bad, like you were judging her?" He asked in a fake sad voice, and I rolled my eyes. He seems relieved, like this was a sign I was okay, and I ruffled his hair. He made an adorable confused face like he always did when I bopped his nose, and I wondered if I should talk about Greta.

"Well, I'm sure you three heard my phone call like the last time, which by the way, isn't creepy at all."

"Oh thank goodness," he sighed, he somehow didn't recognize that as sarcasm and continued smiling innocently as I sighed and continued.

"Anyways, I just need to investigate to make sure I'm not wrong, and I can't have my eyes give me away like always-"

"Like always?"

"If you look into my eyes, ...you can see exactly what I'm feeling," I admitted sheepishly.

He nodded, "That's how Francy and I figured out you were drunk when you came onto us after my party and the bloodshot fiasco."

"Great," I gritted my teeth.

"So, can you please just try?"

He nodded casually, and I sat down on the woven laundry basket, which really needed to be emptied by the feel of it.

He crouched down to eye level, and I tried concentrating on being relaxed, but you can't do both apparently cause Antonio laughed at the scrunched up face I was apparently making.

I huffed, and he laughed and tilted his head, looking at me carefully as an idea came to mind.

"Well....when you're vulnerable, so is your mind so...any ideas come to mind?" He grinned like a child, and I squirmed.

"Uh...does reading my diary count?"

He seemed more interested in that suddenly.

"I'd like to try!"

Gilbert and Francis ran up to the room to get in on it, and I fished out a keepsake diary.

"Aww all the way from 2020," Francis cooed and decided he'd read it while Gilbert waited with a bowl of popcorn he made just for this, and Toni ran his fingers through my hair on my bed to calm me down.

"Let's see...Hmm...January first, 2020. I'm 'aving a great new year I finally overcame coronavirus..." he decided to stop, and I smiled innocently.