𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 | 2-D x Reader

eleven

"Fanks for everything, I-"

"Umm, I dont think- Well, just look," you sputtered, gesturing to the window behind 2-D

"Wot? Did I do somefing, I'm sorry I-"

"No, turn around."

He spun to face the window

"Woah." You watch 2-D excitedly scramble toward the glass separating himself from the frosty landscape outside. He pressed his hands against the icy window pane as he hungrily took in the wintry view. You giggled at his childlike wonder as you walked up beside him. He turned to you, his button nose already red from the cold, and asked, "You get to see this often?" His eyes twinkled with wonderment

"Yeah, I guess. That's Vancouver for you."

"You must like it here."

"I mean, I don't know. It can be a little boring."

"Well, I'd rather be stuck here with you than anywhere else."

You scrunched your face, "What?"

"Oh sorry. I meant, I'd rather be stuck here in Vancouver. Y'know. 'Cos of the snow." 2-D sputtered nervously.

"Oh."

Despite the fact you barely knew him, you couldn't help but feel ever so slightly disappointed. For a brief moment, your heart swelled with excitement at the possibility that someone wanted to spend time with you.

You dragged yourself onto the couch, curling up into a ball, and switched on the TV. You were blasted with blaring headlines of arctic fronts, storm systems, and endless cancellations. You flipped the channels frantically, trying to escape from the sirens of the sensationalist news reporters. You settled on a quaint local news station.

"It was a snowy night, indeed," a meteorologist continued his conversation, "but be prepared for some even more winter weather coming your way." You turned up the volume, eager to hear the rest of the details, "As you can see here, we can expect some more blizzards coming in this week, and possibly going onto the next." Your heart fluttered. Could it be?

"That is some seriously wacky weather, Harold." The camera cut to a middle aged blonde woman. Through her comforting lipstick smothered smile, she delivered the shocking news of how you should "Expect to spend a week or two locked indoors."

2-D turned back from the window. "Wot was that?"

"You should probably just come here."

2-D plopped himself beside you, leaving just a few centimeters between your bodies. The news station continued.

"With this surprising slew of snowstorms, folks should be ready to spend a while inside."

"Nice alliteration, Sharon."

You took your eyes off the television to check 2-D's reaction. He was staring at your face with a thoughtful expression. As soon as your eyes met his, he quickly turned away, flustered. You turned off the tv, finally annoyed with even the mild commentary of the local reporters.

"So that happened." You stated, slightly in shock. Were you actually going to spend a week with what was essentially a complete stranger?

2-D gulped "Uhh, yeah. I can go if you want. I can find a hotel nearby I-"

"Oh God no," you blurted, "I mean, hotels are ridiculously expensive here. I can't let them rob you blind like that. It's okay. You can stay here, I guess."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Fank you so much!" 2-D rejoiced as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

You felt him breathe on your neck as he held you against his half naked body. Your heart raced as you remembered what his skin felt against yours. You could detect a familiar hint of cigarettes and butterscotch in his musk that matched the t-shirt. After an awkwardly long amount of time, he released you, still beaming. You observed the gaping hole in his smile. It was reminiscent of some of the hockey players you went to high school with, but somehow much more charming. A couple of tufts of fluffy azure hair obscured his mesmerizing black hole eyes, the rest poking out awkwardly from his head like feathers from a baby bird. You couldn't help but grin at his peculiar looks.

"So, umm" you said, trying to force your smile off your face, "I've got some work to do, for... work. I'll be in my room if you need me."

"Well, can I at least have my shirt back, then?" 2-D called as you retreated to your room.

"Oh- um- yeah, totally. Just a sec."

You smothered your face in your hand as you opened your bedroom door.

"Why are you such an idiot?" You muttered angrily, pulling off the shirt. You replaced it with an unflattering, baggy orange sweatshirt and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants. You grabbed a hair elastic from your doorknob and hastily tied up your hair into a ponytail to keep your hair out of your face as you worked on your sketches. Before settling at your desk, you picked up 2-D's t-shirt and dragged your feet back into the living room.