You Chill? Squip x Reader

Chapter 8

(Squip's P.O.V.)

I watched as (Y/N) pulled towels out of a cabinet and walked toward her mother's bathroom. She put down the towels next to the bathtub, turning on the faucet, feeling the water to make sure it was perfect.

She then put in some Epsom salt and lavender, coloring the water slightly. She made sure that all the things necessary to actually take a bath were there.

She poured a little bit of shampoo into the water as hot water was still pouring out the faucet, making bubbles.

Right before she was going to take her top off, she turned toward me.

"Uhm," (Y/N) stammered.

Can you like... maybe, not be here for now?

Oh, yeah.

I nodded and simply turned invisible. HQ thought it was unfair with all the advantages the host had over the Squip with Mountain Dew flavors and more so. So they gave us a little more power over ourselves.

I know it's cruel but... it's like having an itch, you can't satisfy it until you do something about it.

(Y/N) started to take off her shirt, the most sexual way ever. DAMMIT! DO YOU KNOW THAT I AM STILL HERE? She let it fall to the ground, and let her pants slide down her legs.

Never have I ever been jealous of a pair of P.J. pants.

She looked in the mirror and stared at herself, looking at herself until she found a flaw. She took down her hair and ran her finger through her hair. She struggled to undo her bra.

Stop.

Just. AGH!

She gave up and slid down the straps.

SHIT! FUCK! AGH! Of course, I've seen her naked in her memories but that just doesn't compare to this.

She turned her bra around, exposing her chest, finally being able to unclip her bra.

Ah. I'm dying. I'm holding it in. DAMN IT! She just looks so good. I just want to... to... she won't reciprocate my feelings. If she doesn't like anyone right now, not even a small crush, she won't like me.

I think.

I've studied her emotions and memories up and down ever since I met her to try and piece together the past that she's been hiding from me. Ever since she met me, her dopamine levels have been raised. She's been more trusting.

Maybe I changed her for the better.

She slid off her panties, sending chills down my spine.

She walked over to the bathtub turning off the water, feeling the water with her hand before gently placing herself in the water, letting her hair soak in the water. She rubbed her shoulders, the water rising to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, taking a deep breath. The bubbles covered the whole lair of water. Sadly. I couldn't see her body.

Okay, you can come back.

WHAT? Already? I-

I reappeared at her command, standing right beside the bath.

Are you sure you don't want me to look away or something?

I don't see a problem. I mean, you already know me more than my friends that are girls do, and my friends, the ones that are girls, wouldn't have a problem with this. I mean, we're friends, right?

Yeah, yeah.

I sat down next to the bathtub, looking at her as she tilted her head back, her head leaning against the wall of the bathtub, resting her eyes.

I rested my elbow on the side of the bathtub, taking in the surrounding.

It's hard to remember that your life isn't a book. Like the fact that your life isn't perfect.

Never have I ever related to someone more.

I guess.

I feel like my youth is slipping through my hands. I'm pretty sure you know this, but I fear aging. Not death, or dying, or what comes after it, just aging.

I do know that. I guess that's a human thing. Squips can't age unless you want them to look younger or older for some reason.

You're literally seven-teen.

Soon to be in the prime of my life. Twenty-two. After that, it's all downhill.

I could turn off her aging hormone at the age of twenty-two. A heart can beat for eternity if nothing happens to it. I can also increase healing cells, making her heal incredibly fast.

What your favorite type of music? She asked, opening her eyes smiling.

It depends.

What do you listen to the most? (Y/N) smiled.

Um... I guess... techno.

Well isn't that perfectly fitted for you?

Well, I guess I'll name another one. Just give me some time.

She washed her hair thoroughly, watching her wash was like watching someone eating a full course meal when you're starving.

She quickly washed out her hair once again but didn't start draining the water.

So, what's the other type of music that you like? She asked.

Okay... I guess I also like pop.

That's my favorite type of music. (Y/N) said, leaning her head back.

Of course. I rolled my eyes. I know that. I'm in your brain.

I just feel like... ever since the two-thousands... How do I put this? She asked. There's been music that a lot of people can relate too. And I guess it opens a lot of people's eyes.

Anyways, I'm gonna get out. (Y/N) slid herself completely underwater. Could you so kindly, leave?

I turn invisible again, getting up and walking backward. I looked away at this time. I need to give her privacy. I know that she really liked having privacy. She liked alone time.

I heard the bath started to drain and turned around. She was adjusting her towel.

You can come back now. (Y/N) leaned against the doorway.

I just realized that you really like your privacy.

You didn't already know that? (Y/N) said, picking up the other towel. I thought you could read my mind.

Well- I mean I just realized how important it was to you. I stammered, quickly trying to string my words together.

(Y/N) smiled at me and readjusted the towel. I'm glad that you're able to figure that out.

A lot of people haven't.

And that's the sad truth. The sat truth?

Suddenly a wave of memories washed over me. Her step-mom. I knew that she was a horrible mother-figure. An abuser. One major thing is how she never let (Y/N) have her privacy. (Y/N) had to ask to go to her room. Fucking ass-hole.

Why am I even this mad?

What am I even saying?

I went back into her mind. She still had so many memories locked away. What's behind that door? I need to find out. I just need her to trust me. That's the key. Literally and metaphorically. That's how I got those new memories.