Y/n's POV
I woke up feeling like absolute donkey shit to a notification from Colson. I guess I missed the call. I sat up from Pete's couch. I felt like I just got over a hangover but I decided to call Colson back anyway."Oh hey y/n! Feeling better?" he asked. God what happened?
"Uh yeah. What did you call me for earlier?"
"I was um kinda thinking maybe you could make something again. The pasta was really good last time." I laugh a little bit.
"Yeah sure. I'll be there in like five minutes."
I grab a few things from Pete's fridge to make roast chicken and head over to Colson's house. Pete won't mind.
Pete's POV
Where the fuck did my chicken go?!Colson's POV
I see y/n pull up in the drive way. I opened the door quickly before she even knocked. What the fuck, did I look too desperate. She was holding a chicken in a container and other stuff. I get Casie downstairs to watch stuff with me while y/n did her thing.I watched her do the painting thing on the chicken and sprinkle other stuff on it which I guess does something to the chicken. She slid it into the oven and then she worked on pan frying frozen vegetables. The TV was still on and Casie glanced over and noticed me watching y/n.
"What are you doing, dad?" she asked.
"Uh nothing princess. Don't worry about it."
"You keep looking at y/n."
"Shhshshhshshhshshshshshsh," I hush harshly.
"Oh ok," she said as quietly as she could. I didn't know whether Case knew something was up or she just didn't want to get in trouble. Either way, I respected her promise to stay quiet.
"Dinner's readyyy!!" Y/n exclaims.
Casie jumps up and gets ready to shout yay but then stops herself and looks at me and goes, "oops I almost forgot," she whispered.
"Casie, why are you whispering?" y/n asked.
"Oh uh we were playing library for a second," I say making up an excuse out of my head.
"We were?" She whisper-asked. Then she said in her normal voice, "I thought you wanted to stop talking because I said you were staring at y/n." NO CASIE. My face turns red and I looked at y/n who just brushed it off like it didn't matter. She was completely unfazed by that.
Y/n's POV
Wait what the fuck? Was he really staring at me? Does he like me? Wait I mean it's not like I care you know. Do I care? No it doesn't matter, he probably just looked over to see if the food was done and Casie caught him. I brushed it off trying not to seem like that fazed me at all.I set all the plates down on the table and I sat in the kitchen next to the counter. Casie looked over and frowned.
"Y/n why are you sitting there alone?" the sweet girl asked, "Why don't you sit with us?"
I mean you can't say no to a five year old girl, especially one as adorable and kind as her. "Um sure, Casie."
I walk over and see that she sat at the head of the table and Colson sat adjacent to her. I sit down to the other side of Casie which had me sit facing Colson. I looked down most of the time to avoid awkward staring on my part.
"Y/n, are you living with uncle Pete now?" Casie asked.
"Um yeah just moved in actually."
"Why don't you live with us? You could be like my other mom," I freeze a little bit and force myself to turn to Colson for help on what to say. He was no help. He just stared at me wide eyed and mouthed "I don't know."
"I don't know sweetie, I'm just the babysitter whenever your dad isn't around."
"Yeah and he's not around a lot," she says with a little regret after saying that in front of her dad.
Colson's POV
I know I can't be home a lot and it's heartbreaking. I feel like such a bad dad whenever she comes here because I'm not always around. I share her with her mom but we don't live near each other so we just trade off every month. I feel even worse from the fact that y/n was listening to this whole thing."Um can I speak to y/n privately, Case?" I ask, "It'll only take a second."
We walk over to the hallway and I wanted to talk to her. I was all for having her live here but I didn't know if I could control myself from not kissing her. I needed her here for Casie though. My little girl is my top priority. I still feel like I just met y/n but she just brings such a lovable energy that I can't get enough of.
"So, what do you think?" I asked her.
"I really don't know," she says hesitantly. "I mean I just moved in with Pete and you guys were really great at getting everything in. I just don't want that to go to waste."
"I can talk to the guys, I'm sure they'll understand. Casie really likes you. Like seriously, you're the first person Casie has really wanted to stay here forever. I understand that you have your own life and babysitting isn't exactly the easiest job but I'm willing to spend more money or move everything for you if you'd like. I'm just willing to do whatever I can to get Casie someone amazing and loving to take care if her. That person is you, y/n."
Y/n's POV
I couldn't help but feel incredibly happy that Colson said that. It's probably the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a year. My last relationship was kinda bad. I really did want to live with them. The only problem is that Pete is my best friend and I feel like I'm betraying him and I barely know Colson that well. I mean I've listened to his music from time to time. That's kind of a lie, lately I've been listening to every album on loop. I can't lie, he has talent. But I might, and don't judge when I say this, I might be falling for him. Like hard. Like I'm skydiving and the thing I'm falling on is a pile of cinder blocks."Um I think I'll..."
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