You Chill? Squip x Reader

Chapter 16

(Squips P.O.V)

I might be overthinking this but (Y/N) never answered Jeremy's question. Do you like him? Does she like me? Gods, no way... we've only known each other for... how long?

I've been with her for three weeks.

The first one was the last week of her Winter break. The second just random stuff, and now she's starting to go into more intense studying and school stuff for this semester.

Two days ago, Wednesday, marked the three weeks I've been with (Y/N). No, not been with (Y/N), three weeks I've known (Y/N). It's Friday today. So it's January nineteenth.

I'm actually nervous about meeting Jeremy and Michael. Will they flip out on (Y/N). Shit! What if they force Moutain Dew Red down her throat?

I'm so nervous.

Will they like me?

Will they think the same of (Y/N) after now?

It's too late.

(Y/N)'s already driving me to Jeremy's house. I was in human form, in the passenger seat. They would definitely suspect me in my formal attire. Rookie mistake. I should've changed into something more casual.

But I can't go back now. She just pulled into Jeremy's drive-in.

I can tell she's nervous too. Probably just as nervous as I am. If I can get through this, I can get through the rest of this... Wooh. Just... calm down me. I'm not meeting the president. I'm just meeting two high-school boys.

Well, when I put it that way...

Jeremy and Michael walked out the door, waving at (Y/N).

I tried not to looked at them.

"Hi (Y/N)," Jeremy greeted, sitting in the seat behind me. "And hello..."

"Eric," I answered.

"Eric," Jeremy repeated as Michael sat in the seat beside him.

"Is that your name?" Michael asked. "Why the formal outfit?"

"Going to a wedding or a funeral?" Jeremy scoffed.

"Oh- Uhm-" I stammered. I have to stutter so I cover up the fact that I'm totally not a Squip. "W-Well, I mean- It's just a button-up, I don't see why that's so formal..."

Jeremy shrugged.

"Oh! Can we stop to get food?" Michael asked as (Y/N) pulled out the driveway.

Shit. I can't eat food yet. HQ said that they were working on something like that. It was a future update.

Damn it!

"Oh, uh- sure," (Y/N) shrugged. "Did any of y'all eat?" She asked, glancing at me.

I ought to owe her thanks.

"I did, but I'm still hungry," Michael answered.

"I already ate," I quickly said.

"I ate, but I don't think I can eat anymore," Jeremy sighed, looking out the window. "I wish I could eat something. Any food would be better than my dad's cooking," He then shivered.

We all cracked up a little.

"Where do you want to go, Michael?" (Y/N) asked. "This is all on you, you get to pick,"

"Oh! Um..." Michael stammered. "711,"

"What," (Y/N) scoffed. "Do they have actually food there?"