☼︎ 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚕' 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 ☼︎ 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

☞︎︎︎ Chapter 12 ☜︎︎︎

- Kirsten's POV -
Those conversations on his phone. That's something to worry about. "W-what do you think?" Y/N awkwardly smiled, sweat trickling down their forehead. "I have to go." I mumbled, getting up and putting the hood up on one of many of Albert's hoodies, leaving Y/N pretty much alone in living room. I marched my way up to Albert's Studio-thing, taking a deep breath before entering and slapping on a smile and fiddled with one of his many hoodies.
"Soup?" Albert looked up from trolling some 10-year-olds in a rip-off Raise a Child or something game.
"Soooooooooooo, do you wanna play roblox with me?" I smiled, pulling on a random cute-ish face with pouty lips, he grinned and agreed. Turns out I wasn't the only one playing with him. Wow, Y/N had managed to figure out how to download Roblox on their phone...Yay me.

- AlBeRtO's POV -
Kirsten was glaring at her screen on yet the unecessary Discord call, her biting her lip on determination to beat me or probably Y/N?? She looked adorable. Even I admit defeat.
"Soo, what's with the glaring?" I asked
"Nothing." She mumbled.
"You and Y/N seem to have some (Vegetarian/Vegan) beef."
"What are you talking about?!" Kirsten looked up and straight at me through the camera. Boom, I'd gotten in. It was now confirmed Kirsten had some sort of grudge against Y/N. I sipped the imaginary tea and continued my competitive game. Tower of Hell was hard. But really not that hard. I heard a grunt of disbelief escape Y/N's lips. "You doing half-decent buster?" I mumbled.
"I dunno." She replied, we played in silence after that. A few minutes later Y\N screeched in victory.

- Your POV -
I won, I WONNNNN!!! "Heh- gg." I smugly mumbled. Albert grinned, biting his lip for whatever reason. "Right so.. It's kinda late-" Albert reasoned, before switching off the monitors and checking his phone. "Yeah, looks like we go sleep now buster." He sighed and got up, stretching in his hoodie.
"Euuuurrrrrgggghhhh..NooOOoOOOOOooo..." I grumbled.

- Kirsten's POV -
Y/N won. She won. Of all people to win, she won. This year seriously isn't my year. I went to go check on the tent, it was raining. Dammit, should've checked the weather forecast.. I'll just go andddd..Kirsten shut up, you can't keep making excuses to spy on Y/N. Yes, I can. I'm an independent woman. So y e s. I
✨can✨.

- Nobody's POV -
Y/N was just making some late night pancakes, basically burning the batter but it was still food so technically - FOOD.  Kirsten had just began her mission: 'Operation Exposing Y/N', was a flop, specifically an off-brand Chanel flip-flop. Y/N was wearing those specific off-brand Chanel flip-flops, to look boujee despite the minimum wages they got working at 'Target'. Albert, of course, was reviewing some random Roblox Memes. Of course, controversial subject. Anyways, Kirsten advanced slowly up towards Y/N, the literal definition of www.instantglare™.com.
Y/N felt a tug at their flip-flops, instantly outraged by this FORBIDDEN action. Y/N dropped the pan. The pancake dramatically soaring through the air, somehow some french dramatic opera music blasting in the background.
"NoOooOoooOoo" Kirsten screeched in slow-mo.
"WooOaaHhhHHHHHHUuh," Albert observed the current situation, also in slow-mo.
"TONY JR---" Y/N yelled in the background, the pancake landing on Kirsten's face.
"MY SKINCARE ROUTINE-" Kirsten screamed before fleeing the scene in terror.
"Wow. Um." Albert looked at Y/N, then at the pan, "nice."