~**The Core Of My World**Wheatley X Reader**Portal 2**~

~Chapter 8~

(Hey! Been a while since Uh, I updated this. I thought it wouldn't get read. Just seen and the tossed aside like a few of my other works. But I actually got a good amount of support on this- um- thank you so much for all the nice comments. It means a lot to me. Sorry for how short this chapter is.. I took a long break from writing since I wasn't writing what people wanted, and didn't exactly feel encouraged to keep writing.
-Your friend, And author, Connie. ((I also thought I should say... I'm your adopted uncle in this story!)))

Lauren has driven you home. Let you sleep, and the next morning Sat you down on the couch and dragged the whole damn story out of you. Wheatley beside you, uncomfortable. First of all, he was outside of the place he was used to, second of all, he never had a (boyfriend/Girlfriend/partner) before. It was all a new experience.

"So... Y/n, Our dads aren't home yet but... we can wait for them. They were really worried! Even Ody's brother got in on the search!"

Leaning back into the couch, nervous and full of regret, you gave a weak smile to Lauren, "Yeah um... I'm sorry. If I had tried jumping out of the hole I would have cut open my leg or arm." At this, Lauren smirked.

"Yeah, and you wouldn't have met blue-eye boyfriend here," she teased as she pointed to Wheatley. Who blushed a bright blue, hiding slightly.

"You've been awfully quiet." You patted Wheatley on the shoulder. To which he shrugged.

"A lot on my mind, love."

You nodded, turning away hesitantly from your partially-robo-boyfriend. The door opened and a man with died blue hair, and dark eyes, in an England hoodie burst in. Along with a blond guy. Who was on the shorter side. He had blue eyes, darker skin, and a stupid looking trench coat jacket. The two men ran over and practically tackled you.

Blue haired man? Ody.

blondie? Steve.

Your dads.

"Baby we missed y'!" Steve wheezed. Squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of you.

A younger guy with black, unkempt hair and brown eyes, a t-shirt with warden from superjail on it, and an unzipped zip up hoodie walked in behind the two older men.

Your Uncle, Connor! (Hi! It's me!)

"They were really worried about you. What happened anyways?" Connor asked. Locking the door behind him with the spare key he always had tucked in his pocket, in case he had to bring over surprise peppers from his garden.

Wheatley spoke up, scared, but ready. "Why does everyone act like it was their fault?"

At this the whole room seemed to go dead quiet.

"Who is that?" -Steve
"Who is this? -Ody
"Damn. Nice hair." -Connor

Wheatley dunk in his seat, running a hand, panicked through his messy blond hair. Stuttering out odd hellos. Lauren noticed this, and pulled the group aside.

"Come on, Y/n told me everything. I'll explain in the kitchen. Y/n, show Wheatley around."

Nodding, you grabbed Wheatley's hand allowing Lauren to take over the awkward situation at hand.

"Your Uh- Your dads are nice." He attempted a compliment to cheer you up. Hating to see you have such a frustrated expression, he just wanted you to smile. You had dragged him outside after unlocking the door again.

"Thanks... how about I show you the town, ey?"

"Sounds good love!"

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You had shown Wheatley the shops and such. This and that. He even decided to try holding you hand. Which got awkward fast. But you got used to it, and now just casually we're holding hands as you walked past the many townhouses.

"Wheatley?" A voice came from behind you two. Wheatley seemed to immediately recognize it, as he began coughing out so many sentences.

"-CHELL! Hello! I um- you live here? Around here? Yes! Been a while! When did you learn to talk? I Uh- I'm sorry? I should go now!" Wheatley began sputtering, grabbing weakly at your sleeve. However you stood in place. Not moving. This 'Chell,' girl gave a thankful look. You only now managers to examine her. Brown hair, brown eyes, tank top... jeans. Very pretty girl. You remembered Wheatley mentioning her... didn't he say she couldn't talk though?

"I'm not mad Wheatley."

"You Uh- wait your not?"

Chell shook her head, "I saw this individual helped you escape, huh? You seem close." She had a kind smile. A determination in her eyes that wasn't seen much, "Rick and Logic had escaped a while back, they managed to find me. If your here... where is space core?"

This got your attention, "space core?"

"Oh gosh I- Uh- don't worry about him love. I can't control meteors after all!"

Chell facepalmed, "Ah, so He was hit by a meteor. How lovely."

God, everything happens fast for you...

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You had followed Chell home, and met a brown haired guy with stubble and an Indiana Jones type vibe named Rick, And a well kept Brunette, Who spouted random, false facts, Who didn't exactly have a name. And just went by Logic.

It was explained that like Wheatley, they were pretty much AI.

Which explained how their eyes, like Wheatley's, glowed. Rick, an adventurous grass green. And Logic a calm, trusting purple.

"We um- just got out of there yesterday. Odd, really. Very odd. Tiring." Wheatley rambled.

"GLaDOS is 90% a mix of paper, ground up posters of r/niceguys posts, and your worst pair of pants ."

"Shut up Logic," Wheatley hissed. Logic sighed,

"I can't help it! My brain makes me."

Wheatley had been pretty pissed since you entered. Since Rick was flirting a lot with you. Petting you hair, giving you googly eyes. And Logic was asking you too many questions.

He didn't mind Chell however, as she seemed to respect your boundaries more. And realized your thing with Wheatley.

"We should probably head home. My dads have been wanting to talk and get to know Wheatley. Thank you." You said. As you had realized Wheatley's frustration. He gave you a thankful gaze.

So much happened.